A New Perspective [Hiatus]

Guðr (Battle)

The world was enveloped in a thick blanket of darkness. The only source of light was the soft, silver glow of the moon shining down on the vast and still ocean below. The nocturnal creatures went about their nightly routines undisturbed in this tranquil environment. However, this peace was not to last as high up in the sky, the stars twinkled, and large clouds floated by with purpose.

A magnificent dragon soared through the clouds with its rider, its silver and rusted scales glinting brilliantly in the sunlight. They raced towards two mysterious figures ahead, the rider urging the dragon on, pushing it to its limits. The dragon's wings flapped powerfully, propelling them forward as they tried to close in on their target.

Heather had been leading a double life as a spy for several years now, infiltrating dragon hunter parties to gather information on captured dragons' whereabouts and rescuing those being held captive in inhumane conditions. The fate of these dragons was often worse than death, with hunters using them for their scales, venom, teeth, claws, and other ways to extract information from the various dragon species.

She had seen firsthand the horrific conditions in which these dragons were kept. Most of the dragons she rescued were covered in scars, some even missing limbs, and others left disabled for life. It was heart-wrenching to see the pain and suffering they endured. But Heather never gave up on them, doing everything in her power to nurse them back to health, although some were never the same again. Despite the danger and emotional toll, Heather knew that her work was important and worth it. She would continue to fight for these magnificent creatures until they were no longer hunted and were free to live in peace.

The decision to visit the market was not an easy one, but recent rumors of dragon hunters supplying hundreds of dragons to mysterious "warlords" had to be investigated. She interrogated a few dragon hunters who willingly revealed the information. The warlords' identity was unknown, but the fact that they were capturing an enormous number of dragons and had numerous dragon hunters at their disposal was unsettling. The potential consequences of this information were dire - a total war over the barbaric archipelago would result in widespread loss of life.

Determined to uncover more information, she ventured to the northern market. Her search was interrupted by the sudden arrival of "Grimmir," a name she had never heard before. The dragon hunters and Vikings who frequented the market were familiar with this legendary figure. They whispered about how Grimmir first appeared on the market more than three decades ago and how this figure always carried the corpses of several dragons. What was even more mysterious was the dragon that followed Grimmir's every command - a massive and terrifying creature that showed no pity or remorse for its brethren dying gruesome deaths.

As she witnessed the scene unfold before her, she wished she could erase the barbaric hunter's ruthlessness from her memory. The sight of a dragon hunter being so cruel and merciless towards the dragons was something she would never forget.

Heather could see that Grimmir had a slender but strong build that was unusual for Vikings, who were known to have large figures. The only figure that came to her mind was Hiccup, but this figure, who she could deduce was a man, had broad shoulders, and was very tall. His face was covered by a helmet, and his whole outfit was made of dragon scales and metal. She could not see any ounce of skin, and the armor looked very durable and could take many fire shots and heavy hits without getting damaged. As soon as she saw him leave, she knew that she had to catch up to him and kill him to release the poor dragon under his control. That was the only thing on her mind as she continued to give chase.

I will make him pay for what he has done to this poor creature for so many years and forcing it to partake in these barbaric killings. I hope that his soul goes to Hel where he will never find any peace.