This is nowhere near the end of this story! Don't worry!
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Dedicated to @MLSummers17 because they kept commenting and I came back to 22 notifications :D
I know these last couple chapters have seemed rushed and unkept but don't worry your little head. The next about five to seven chapters will be all good and slow and lots of lovely cute moments for all ya'll. Well, I mean cute as in Athen and Viggo cute which is a whole nother category of cute cause their weird sociopath's XD. Not really but here's the chapter.
CHAPTER WARING: BLOOD ABUSE AND SLAVERY.
It had been roughly a month since the hunters attack against the edge.A large marking had been imprinted in the grass on an Island named Devils Backbone. An old previously burned village was placed around it. The coals of the fire long burnt out and the people who once existed there long dead. Flying with heavy wingbeats above the island was a large dragon, orange and white and red marked. Its long wings, sharp and strong kept it and its rider in the air. Said rider looked down upon the island with no hint of sorrow or fear only a faint hint of anger made itself known as he looked over his old home.
Cold eyes scanned the blackened houses, their brown colour was shining with unknown emotions. The large dragon flickered its own firey eyes around the ruins as well. The two searched.. Searched for something, a clue, something that could lead them to the person they searched for, for so long.
A shining light from across the island caught the two pairs of eyes, the shouting was suddenly easier for the rider to hear and the dragon landed carefully in te forest, making sure its large form could not be heard as its male rider slipped from its back and landed on the ground with a muffled 'thump'. The man stalked carefully to a brussel of bushes, crouching behind them so he was not seen. His eyes watched the hunters on the beach, eyeing the green cages and trapped dragons. They would be able to free the powerful beasts later, for now, the man waited, watching until the hunters began to pack up their camp. Loading cages and traps onto the boats and leaving a complete mess on the island.
"Come Imperium, if we follow those ships we might be able to find the Krogans main camp, I have to admit, he was right to not trust me with that information while I worked with him". The dragon let out a slight roar when its name was called and took into the air when the rider climbed aboard his back.
Slow wing beats brought them high into the clouds before even the hunters down on the ships noticed them. They followed the ships for nearly three hours, the rider trusting that his dragon could see them through the clouds that they used for cover, and indeed the beast could. The orange beast made sure he could not be seen by the hunters as they followed them to where ever they were going.
After nearly four hours of flying the hunters began to get ready to land. The island they were going too was an extremely rocky one, hunters with crossbows patroled the beaches and large weapons of danger were placed precariously on the cliffs. The hunters only mistake was that only the west side of the island was defended with such weapons. This left the island for the baest the land and for the rider to spy. And so they did - landing on the north side of the island - The man left his dragon to hide and watched the camp from a perch on a cliff, pulling the spglass from his eye e wished he hadn't seen what he did.
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Her back and legs ached, her limbs hurt and her heart felt heavy as she shoved the next bag onto the crates. Her armour was ripped and her clothes barely covered her properly. Her hair had been cut at an odd angle and her back was raw and cut, bloodied and broken. If she ever stopped to rest or to give her straining arms a rest she was whipped. It was a long whip with a sharp edge, lined with steel and dragon teeth.
She still tried to show she was who she used to be. Someone strong, an idol for her family, for all woman in her village yet now she didn't see it. Her body was scared and ruined, muscles formed from dragging things around for these hunters, packing shipments for them in slavery.
She missed her brother and his friends - the other riders - she missed her home on Berk that she used to wish she never had to stay. She once travelled the archipelago, to get away from where she didn't want to be, from where the remainder of her mother's death stood around her when she slept.
Most of all she missed her dragon.
She stared sadly at the cage across from her where her dragon was kept in the first two days that she was held there.
Gallows wasn't there anymore.
She remembered the night that the silver beast was taken from her. She was shoved into her cage, weaponless and hungry. She could hear Gallows roars from somewhere but she could not see where, she, for the first time since that fiery night, felt full fear. The woman knew what happened but refused to admit it to herself, if she did it just made it more real to her.
Athen was not herself anymore. After a week of the cruel treatment she didn't speak up anymore, she didn't fight back anymore. When she had first woken up and found herself carried by hunters it took five men to hold her down and keep her from escaping the camp - not that she had anywhere to go if she got away -. Now though, she didn't struggle, she went and did what she was told. Her strength was useful to them and so she was used as a packhorse.
The whip stung her back again as she leant against the crates, she cried out slightly but not very loud. Her legs shook and she fell harshly to the floor, her knees complaining at the sudden hit. The sharp whip cracked against her back, unrelenting until a voice called out for it to stop.
"Get her to her cell, Give her some food, she has done her share of work for today" the voice called. She was dragged to her feet and through the dust and dirt and into the cage that she spent her time with the others that the hunters found useful.
There were two others.
Ryll was a smart girl, small and quick and smart. She was used as a spy for them. Send to the northen markets and other islands to gather information. The young girl was only thirteen and incredibly skinny but gifted in the art of healing - which she kept a secret from the hunters and their leaders -.
Bronwin was Ryll's older brother, still only around sixteen but he was strong and fast. He got work done twice as fast though he could not carry the extremely heavy things that Athen was forced to carry. He worked more in moving the dragons, he seemed to be able to calm them down and assure them all would be okay.
Ryll carefully ran cold water down Athen's back, the woman hissed as her wounds stung like knives. But she knew the water was cleaning the wounds. Bronwin donated some of the washed cloth he had stolen from the ship that morning and Ryll wrapped it around Athen's torso, covering the cuts and marks that gashed into the soft skin.
After a while shouting was heard outside the large tent that their cages were in.Hunters were shooting and when it all stopped the three trapped Vikings worried for whoever was on the other side of those arrows.
"Put him with the others, I never want to see his face in the sun again".
Someone was shoved intot he cage next to them, hitting the floor with little grace and rolling back. The amn coughed and pushed himself up from the ground.
"Not the nicest treatment I have recived," Viggo said.
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