I Deserted My Home

Chapter 25. Sand on fire?

Stoick's POV.
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This battle has to end! It's been going on for a few hours now. But I was glad that Drago was dead, gone for good. That white beast had killed him with one of its large fire blasts. I tackled a few more Vikings and told them to leave. Drago is dead. Why were they still fighting? Suddenly a ball of sand that looked like it was just on fire shot past my face and hit a Viking about ten yards from me. I looked back at the dragon. It was tan coloured like...sand, and it had the body of a Night Fury. It wore no saddle but it had a rider. The dragon flew past me and landed near the Viking. Hiccup was standing there dodging arrows as he talked to the rider. I picked up my sword and decided to go into the heart of the battle. My people needed me most there.

I slashed and struck. Dragons roared, fired, or shot spines and spikes. I happened to be working alongside a large beast that I think was a Rumblehorn. It flattened many a Viking and had a powerful fire blast. I have to admit, I was starting to enjoy working with this beast. Swish! A sword struck my left arm. I grabbed it and held it so as to stop the blood that came gushing out. The Rumblehorn saw what happened and charged at the Viking, making the man run away. He then called and two Nadders landed next to me. I couldn't believe it. They were protecting me! Hiccup was right!
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Hiccup's POV.
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After talking to Rocky for a few seconds. Derelict stood up and looked around for me.
"Go Rocky! Get out of here!" I yelled as I flicked out my fire sword and lit it. Rocky gave the word and Sandclaw flew up and fought well in the sky.
"You will pay!" He yelled and charged at me. I dodged and struck his head. But he had armour on so I bruised my elbow a bit. He was a good fighter, if he thought about his moves anyway. He charged struck kicked, tried anything to get me on the ground flat. I was trying to do the same in him. It was an epic battle. A battle of two Chiefs. One who wanted dominance over the world and anything on it, and I, I was fighting to protect all dragons from destruction.

All the dragons stopped fighting. Everyone stopped fighting. They just watched us. They all new that if Derelict won, he would destroy them all. And they new that if I won, they would be captives and that dragons will be free once again. The silence, except my breathing and his, was odd. Not even a Terror spoke. Yaks even kept quiet. Dad was watching from the side line. I could see that he was injured badly. Toothless wanted to interfere but he also new that this was my fight.
"Why don't you just give up!" He snarled.
"Because I will fight for peace between Dragons and Vikings till my last breath!" I snapped in return. I was tiring and I wouldn't be able to fight soon. Unfortunately, Derelict new that.
"Your weakening boy." He said in satisfaction. But I knew that he wouldn't be satisfied till I'm gone. Gone for good. Suddenly he was upon me. He shoved me to the ground and held his sword at my chest.
"I hope this is your last breath.....boy." He said evily.
"Hiccup! No!" Astrid belted out to me but Vikings held her back. My hands were above my head and I grabbed something that made me feel a whole lot better.
"Really Derelict. I'm still here." I smirked before throwing the dirt in his eyes, or should I say sand.
"Arghhh." He jumped back and clutched his eyes. I jumped up and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Then his chest, head, anywhere I could give him a blow. He collapsed to the ground, still holding his eyes. I roared to every single dragon. They all came up and gathered behind me.
"Now do you understand. This is what it is to earn a dragons loyalty! Now, get off my island!" I ordered in such a voice that his own men started to back away.
"Never!" He shot back, sounding like his father. I clicked my fingers and every single dragon fired at him. I backed well away to avoid myself getting hit. The explosion was massive! And messy. I won't go into details but let's just say that Derelict was now.....well.....derelict. Gone. The derelict man that reigned was now dead. His men suddenly flew into chaos and mounted there ships and retreated. Dragons landed around me and roared in happiness. Vikings cheered and children high fived. Dad suddenly was next to me. His arm was bandaged and he looked a lot better.
"Hiccup, my son. I need to say thank you. For you just saved all of Berk."
"No. That dragons did. They are the ones who have fought all this time. We should be thanking them." I replied and turned to face everyone.
"My son has returned!" Dad yelled. Instant cheering was abroad. Alvin walked over next to me.
"I think I better return to Outcast island. Looks like you gonna have your hands full with dragon training." He said smiling. Stoick jumped when Alvin appeared but then nodded in appreciation. Soon everyone was talking amidst themselves or hugging there dragons. Astrid walked over with Stormfly behind.
"She's alright!" I smiled.
"Yep. Nothing could knock this girl dead." Astrid gave Stormfly a hug. Toothless's appeared alongside me.
"No I didn't forget you bud." I sighed, rubbing his head.
Astrid walked over to me and I brought her closer for a hug. She fell into it gratefully.
"I'm so glad your alive."
"Me to Astrid. Me too."