Dragons, Humans, Gladiators, & Freedom

Chapter 7

Large, elegant ships had come into Ryvvendar's harbor. They held the power of hundreds of powerful Amazonian women. Elegant and beautiful women who could snap you neck like it was a simple olive branch. Most men did not venture in to Amazon territory. Stories of how men would be turned to slaves or killed on site scared the men into a deep shudder at the thought. Rumors also ran about how they were a strong female tribe. They had taken over the south with only their arrows and swords.

Unlike Drago's army of Dragon, these women used horses to fight in battle. They did have their own dragons where they were from, but they rather use the "female" dragon as entertainment and slaughtering "male" dragons as an initiation into their tribe.

That's why it was a very surprise the leader of the female tribe would even step on to this horrid fortress island of men. But the queen had grown to admire Drago. Not as a lover would but as a higher power hungry leader. And a demented leader at that.

When Queen Myrrna heard about how Drago had required a Dragon Child, she had to have one of her own. And of course she trained her own to be a fighter. To be just as ruthless as Drago's and more. That's why she except the invitation to see which one of their Dragon Children would be the strongest. In the beginning it may have been pride, but now...it could be more.

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The men stared at the gorgeous women that walk gracefully onto their docks. The rumors were true about the women. They were beautiful women, skin as white as ivory or tan as sand from the Arabian Desert. They carried with them bows and arrows, along with swords and shields.

Of course these men have seen shield maidens from other Viking tribes but these were dressed in either leather or in the finest linen and silk. It showed off their figure and made the men's eyes widen and mouths drool.

"Don't get cocky." From behind a group of men was Scourge, leaning against one of the poles. "They snap you dick off before you get a chance to touch her"

The men shuddered at the thought. They were startled when a stunning black haired, woman came up to them. They began to part as she made her way through them and towards Scourge. When she stopped and stared at the trainer, the men could feel the air become thick and tense.

"Scourge" She said in a nonchalant tone.

"Alkaia" Scourge's eyes began to squint as he looked at her.

They stayed that way for quiet a while. It wasn't until Scourge got off the pole that they walked off.

The men stared for the longest time. They had feeling that those two had much more going on. They didn't know if they should be afraid for themselves....or others.

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It had been hours since those trappers had left them to eat their breakfast. Hiccup knew that today was going to be another fighting day by the way everyone acted. Restless and excitement filled the men as they gossiped about what was going on.

Hiccup understood that there was going to be something special happening today and was curious to see what. He just hoped he wasn't going to take anymore of the Gladiator Dust. It made him sick to think about how the drug made him deranged and forced to fight.

Looking through the bars and at the door, Hiccup waited. He rested his body on Toothless as he petted the dragon's head.

Dusty was in the next cage over sleeping. Poor dragon. He was getting old as his skin had become darker. His body would ache and creek while his muscle became sore. Hiccup thought it must be because Dusty was in a cage. But Dusty would just smile and say everything was alright.