Legacy of the Fire-bearer

Chapter 7

The teens and Gobber were at the Watch Tower, doing a Viking version of a barbeque. Gobber was telling stories of how he lost his limbs, while Ferno and Hiccup sat there bored, roasting fish, as they heard these stories a million times before.

"...and with one twist he took my hand and swallowed it whole. And I saw the look in his face. I was delicious. He must have passed word, because it wasn't a month before another one of them took my leg."

"Isn't it weird to think that you hand was inside a Dragon. Like if your mind was still in control of it, you could have killed the dragon from the inside by crushing his heart of something." Fishleg's smashed the two large pieces of chicken drumsticks that he was roasting.

Everyone, minus Hiccup, eyed each other and then looked back at Fishlegs as if he was insane.

"I swear I'm so angry right now. I'll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot. I'll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight, with my face." Snotlout said.

"Well, you are that ugly," Ferno said the joke that everyone was thinking. The teens laughed as Snotlout looked angry enough to blow up a volcano.

"Un-unh. It's the wings and the tails you really want. If it can't fly, it can't get away. A downed dragon is a dead dragon." Ferno didn't miss his brother's face of realisation. "Alright. I'm off to bed. You should be too. Tomorrow we get the big boys. slowly but surely making our way up to the Monstrous Nightmare. But who'll win the honour of killing it?"

"It's gonna be me. It's my destiny see?" Tuffnut boasted and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a dragon shaped tattoo. Ferno gripped the blonde teenager's arm, poking the mark, testing if it was a tattoo or a birthmark, not noticing how Hiccup left the tower.

"Your mom, let you get a tattoo?" Fishlegs said in awe.

"It's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark." Tuffnut boasted, trying to get out of Ferno's grip, but failing.

"I've been stuck with you since birth and that was never there before," Ruffnut said.

"Yes it was, you've just never seen it from the left side until now." Tuffnut defended, finally getting out of Ferno's grip.

"It's a tattoo," Ferno said, deadpan. Then noticed Astrid sitting down and Hiccup missing.

Next day in Dragon Training they were up against a Hideous Zippleback. The seven teens split up in the veil of smoke. Snotlout and Tuffnut, Astrid and Ruffnut, Ferno with Hiccup and Fishlegs. Each one of them was given a bucket of water.

"Today is about teamwork. Work together and you might survive. Now, a wet dragon head can't light its fire. The Hideous Zippleback is extra tricky. One head breathes gas, the other lights it. Your job is to know which is which."

"Razor sharp, serrated teeth that inject venom for pre-digestion. Prefers ambush attack, crushing its victims in its-"

"Would you please stop that?!" Both brothers hissed at Fishlegs.

Ferno tried to focus on the dragons, but that was kind of hard when in the distance his friends were probably killing each other.


"It's us, idiots."

Ferno signed as he readied his bucket of water, in case a head popped out of nowhere. What popped out of nowhere was Tuffnut, who Ferno accidently flushed his bucket of water on because of the sudden movement.

"Oh, I'm hurt I am very much hurt." A drenched Tuffnut ran over to Gobber.

"Argh. Tuffnut you wasted my water!" Ferno roared his frustration.

"Our chances of survival are dwindling to single digits now." Fishlegs said as Ferno took out his trusty sword in defence.

But then one of the heads grabbed his leg and pulled him into the veil of smoke. Ferno let out a cry of horror as the head was about to devour his leg. He realised that his sword was missing, it must have slipped out of his grip when he was pulled away.

So he decided to use the only thing he had left. He punched the Zippleback, over and over again until the tail whacked him, hitting him against the wall, near Gobber.

"Doesn't this get old for you guys?" Ferno groaned as his head fell on the rock.

He looked up in time to see Hiccup ... forcing the Zippleback into its cage, using nothing but ... his hands. He closed the door to find the teenagers and Gobber looking at him gobsmacked.

"Great. So are we done. Cause I have some things too ... yep ... see you tomorrow."

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