HTTYD: The Forgotten Island

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The sun had begun to rise over the top of the trees surrounding the large clearing, emitting a golden glow which lit up the shelter. The rain had stopped and there wasn't a cloud in sight, but the ground and trees were still soggy from the storm. The fire had gone out, and in it's place were a few charred sticks. The smell of smoke was potent enough to wake a Red Death from her sleep... but apparently not strong enough to wake a group of wet, exhausted Vikings.

Seaslug's eyes flickered open. He had fallen asleep on top of Vulture, who was still snoring. He slowly and carefully climbed off of his dragon, making sure he didn't wake him. He stood up, brushing the soggy leaves from his front and looked around, only just then remembering where they were. He looked around at his friends. Ronan was still asleep in Calamity's wings, and Trash and Sparky were curled up together, much like their dragons were. This made Seaslug smile. He was never really one for relationships himself, but seeing two of his closest friends together made him extremely happy.

His gaze wandered over to Apocalypse. The large white dragon was hard to miss, being such a contrast from the mostly brown and green floor. He was still fast asleep, but Erin was nowhere to be seen. Not seen, but certainly heard. A loud clang could be heard from nearby, and it echoed all throughout the clearing. Seaslug grimaced, before turning back to look at his other friends. Nobody else woke up, thank goodness. He stepped carefully over the tangle of Triple Stryke tails towards a large rock in the middle of the clearing, where the sound had come from. The grass was wet, and made a subtle squelching noise under his footsteps. He crept around the rock, running his hand along its wet, slippery surface.

Sure enough, the blonde viking was behind the rock. She had made a makeshift workbench out of extra wooden planks they had laying around, and on top of it was a selection of extremely smooth, glittery white scales.
"Whacha doing?" He asked. Erin must have jumped about three feet into the air when she spotted him.
"Slug! You scared me, give me some kind of warning next time you sneak up on me." She sat back against the rock, taking deep breaths.
"Sorry..." He looked down at the scales. "Are these Apocalypse's?" Apocalypse. He didn't think the name really suited Erin's laid back friend, but it was common for a viking to give their dragons ferocious-sounding names. It would strike fear into the hearts of their opponents in battle when they called their names. Apocalypse would be a name that Erin would pick.

"Yep, I figured what use is it if Apocalypse can turn invisible but I can't? You see, his blast heats up each scale to the point where it becomes like a mirror, or practically invisible. And, well, he sheds quite a lot for a dragon with such smooth scales. So if we are both wearing his scales, and we can both turn invisible and resistant to fire, then we can be twice as effective while defending the island." She explained, picking up a single scale. It had a beautiful iridescent pale blue sheen, and tiny flecks of silver which sparkled in the light of the morning sun.
"That's smart." Seaslug replied. "So how long have you been up?"
"Well, I woke up shortly after the rain stopped. I saw a couple of Apocalypse's scales on the floor and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I got up and started designing." She produced a large piece of paper with armour designs.
"Wow, you're very dedicated. But if this armour is made out of scales... what was that loud clang?"
"That was my shovel."
"What did you need a shovel for?"
"You never know when you're going to need to dig a big hole."
Seaslug rolled his eyes.

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"Catch!" Hazel tossed a stick to Sparky, and she caught it in her pincers. Everyone had woken up by now, and Ronan and Calamity had managed to catch some fish for everyone to eat. They had all gotten to work building huts to live in. Naturally, Hazel had gone all out, decorating hers with various flowers. Of course, this would be fine if she had left the decorating until last, and not spent three hours just designing the front door.