The Dragon Prince (Discontinued)

Ten

Skrill

I remember.

The screams.

The blood.

The amused laughter of men echoing around me.

"Escape Skrilla!" The my father cries out as he was surrounded by humans with sharp weapons.

"No papa!" I refused to leave his side as he was held down in chains, unable to use his power to fight.

"GO! You are the last of our kind! I don't want you to perish like your mother did."

Hesitantly, I did as I was told and flow off into the night as my father's last battle cries resonate through the air.

For hours I continued to fly, the muscles in my wings felt heavy and fatigue flooded my mind. To make it worse, a snow storm was rolling in from all angles.

I tried to fight the roaring winds and the ice blades but I lost all strength and plummeted into the water.

Images of the past flowed through my mind. My mother, my father,the nest I lived in with other Skrills. We all lived in peace until humans came and destroyed our paradise. There were those that were captured or worse killed. My mother died protecting me and soon father and I were brought to a human tribe that had pictures of Skrills on their floating logs.

"Berserkers." They were called. I remember they tortured us. Used us as "entertainment" until we could no longer stand. Our gift to absorb lighting was treated as a toy,a weapon, to defeat their enemies.

I hate humans.

They did this to us.

We were once a thriving race.

Now we are nothing.

I hate humans. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.

I. Hate. Them!
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Clink.

I hear something. A object of some sort banging against my crystallized prison.

Clank.

Over and over again the ice is being hit and slowly does it begin to break. It has been years that I've been trapped in this prison of ice. Never would I have thought I'd be free other than my endless dreams,more like nightmares.

Crack.

My body falls out from the captivating ice and onto the icy floor. My body is still numb so I couldn't move. Soon warmth surrounds me, warming up my statued body.

Opening up my eyes, finally able to see the world around me other than darkness I see flames. They dance around me getting every once of ice off my scales.

You'll be okay now.

A voice tells me. A dragon? No, they sound like a Dragon,even smells like one, but they are not. Once my vision is cleared I am face to face with... a human!

I jump onto my feet hissing at the boy. He looked like a weakling, a easy kill.

Whoa Whoa! Easy there! I'm not going to hurt you!

He puts down the blade that was engulfed in flames. He shows me he was defenseless and lays down on the ice floor. I circle him, sniffing him to be sure there was no harmful devices on his person. After double checking I sit in front of him to look him over.

He is short, skinny with a few scars here and there. He smelt of soot and the ocean and that of a dragon and not just any, a night fury! A night fury is equal to us Skrill and also going extinct.

Why do ye smell of dragon and not dragon blood,human hatchling?

Because I was raised by a dragon as a wee babe, and my brother whom I ride the winds with is always by my side.

He says cautiously. Dragons and humans? Flying together? Impossible! But I could tell that the boy spoke the truth.

Where is thy brother?

He sighs deeply with a sad look in his forest green orbs. He is back on the island, our home with other dragons and humans. I set out alone to find you.

And why to ye seek me out? I asked suspiciously.

Because I an to take you to the Bwrseker tribe.

I then pin him down enraged that he was to take me to the Hel I suffered throughout my hatchling years. Thus is why I hate humans. The energy that I built up over the decades leaks from me as I ready to strike the human.

But,instead of struggling, he waits patiently for it all to end. Why is he not fighting? In his eyes I see mixed emotions that whirl around like clashing tides. I let him go but he still lays flat.

Tell why.

Silence.

Why do you wish to take me to a place where a nest of barbarians kill the kind that raised you?

Tears fall from his eyes. He rests a arm across them as his chest bounces up and down rapidly.

I...I never wanted to hurt any one. Dagur's father killed my mother and I wanted to get him back for that continuously chains up my heart. I don't want to sink to the same level as he, but I've already have. My mate. My brother. My tribe. I'm already like him.

A bang of sympathy fills my heart for the boy. I curl up around his body ,comforting him like my mother would've done for me in the past.

Hush now child. It is too soon for a hatchling to have such hardships put on their shoulders. But I do know that even if this Dagur had or had not killed ye mother, his tribe still kills our brethren with mercy. Be it a Skrill or Night Fury.Ye must do the right thing and take action before any more are to perish.

I look down to him to see that his tears had ceased. I nuzzle his head gently.

And I'm sure your family will understand if you told them what is going on.

He nods laying his head against mine. Strange how I am already taking a liking to this human.

I do have a plan,but I'll need you're help.

I nod gladly to help take down those barbarians. They've taken too much from many and they need to pay ten fold.

My name is Skrilla, may I know thy name?

He smiles. Night Rider,but you can call my Hiccup.