The dark Dragon Rider

Chapter 11: Fire and Slime

Cyra/Chaos's POV

"I really need to get a hobby or something." I muttered to myself.

For the past few weeks, I've been flying around with Star Gazer, looking for Viggo. Sadly, there were still no signs of him. I did come across a few ships, but nothing big that would give me any information. That was the bad part about Viggo; unless he wanted to be found, you weren't getting to him anytime soon.

Frustrated and ready to give up, I pulled out my map and looked to see if there were any nearby islands. The edge wasn't too far, but I didn't feel like socializing or showing up unannounced. Besides, there was a closer island that was uninhabited from what I knew. There were a few dragons, but nothing to really worry about.

"Why don't we check it out?" I asked Star Gazer, "See what's changed and do something other than flying."

Star Gazer warbled back happily, liking the idea. I smiled at the dragon as she picked up speed and flew in the direction of the island. As we flew, I layed back and sighed. Ever since that Viggo mess, I've been stressing constantly. This is probably the first time I've stopped and took a break.

Suddenly, an explosion in the distance made me sit up. Star Gazer had stopped in mid air and was looking around for any signs of danger. Cautiously, we continued to fly ahead.

After a few moments, I heard a familiar voice cheer, "So fast! Good girl Meatlug!"

I watched as Fishlegs and Meatlug flew over the ocean, carrying a large boulder in Meatlug's mouth.

"Hey Fishlegs." I called once he got close enough.

Fishlegs turned and waved, but in the process, Meatlug dropped the boulder. We both watched as it dropped into the ocean, before looking at each other.

"Sorry." I said.

"It's alright." Fishlegs replied, giving a reassuring smile, "Come on Meatlug, let's go get another one."

I watched as Fishlegs and Meatleg flew back to the island, like nothing happened. I was a bit surprised how calm Fishlegs was about it, but then again, it's Fishlegs. He's practically a pacifist, avoiding violence whenever possible.

"What was he even doing with the rock in the first place?" I thought.

Curious, I followed Fishlegs and soon found the others. Most of them were firing at a cliffside, making large rocks and boulders come loose and fall. The exception was the twins, who were just blasting at a different cliffside, not creating any big rocks. Even more confused, I flew up to Hiccup and Astrid.

"Do those two serve a purpose or do you just keep them around for fire power?" I asked, making them jump.

"Chaos, where did you come from?" Hiccup asked, startled.

"My volcano." I said, sarcastically.

"And no, those two don't have a purpose other than messing around and blowing things up." Astrid said, answering my question.

I chuckled as I turned back to the twins.

"Little to the right." Tuffnut said, "Now go down, down."

Tuffnut aimed the gas coming out of his dragon's mouth until he was satisfied. Then Ruffnut came in and lit the gas. The explosion shook the ground, and after the smoke cleared, I saw what they were doing. Carved into the cliff were the twins' faces, and I had to admit, they were good. The statues were pretty life-like, and resembled their creators very well. Still, I doubt they were supposed to be doing arts and crafts right now.

"Hmm, what do you think?" Ruffnut asked, folding her arms and looking at the cliffside.

"I think we need to chisel the jawline more." Tuffnut answered in a french accent, "Make them more in and of our visage."