Riders of the night (oneshot)

Riders of the night

AN: This story was requested by 'the core of justice'. Thank you very much for the inspiration. I hope you like it ;)

This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the How to train your dragon world, which is trademarked by DreamWorks Animation L.L.C. and originally written by Cressida Cowell, and I do not claim any ownership over them or make any money from them. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official storyline.  

:: Dragon speech ::

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Riders of the Night

"Help! Please help!" A young boy in chains screamed as the ship that he was on rocked. He could hear the fighting from upon the deck and hoped for either a swift death. He had long given up on freedom. The ship lurched as if something had hit it and he fell forward. The boy screamed as he landed on some of the wounds which were inflicted earlier that day for not cleaning the deck fast enough.

Suddenly cheering could be heard from above and the hatch where the boy was kept prisoner was opened. The sunlight blinded the poor boy and he shielded his eyes.

"Oye there's a child down here!" was shouted and the boy shivered in fear at these unknown men. One of the men climbed down to inspect the boy, who backed away.

"Easy there lad." The man with a big bushy beard said as he noticed the chains. "I ain't gonna hurt you."

The boy didn't reply but looked warily at the axe the man was carrying. The man must have noticed it too and quickly put down his axe. "See now gonna hurt ya." The man said again. "Why don't we get you out of here and get some food in yer belly."

The boy perked up at the prospect of getting to eat. It had already been two days since his last meal. The young boy still wary let the man lead him up the wooden stairs. The boy had to squint as sunlight hit him and then he could see about a dozen men dressed in armor and furs load the provisions on their ship.

The men stopped to stare at him as he passed. The young boy thought that he most definitely looked like an oddity for these burly men. His skin was as black as charcoal and he had eyes as green as the forest. That was the reason that he was sold to the captain of this ship. He was the only one with eyes like that in his small village. The other kids avoided him while the adults whispered that he would bring bad luck to the tribe. He hoped, trying to hide his wounds with the rags he was made to wear, that these people would be far more pleasant.

"Sir" The man said as he nudged the boy towards the burly man who looked to be in charge. "He was in the hold."

The large man bended down on one knee to get a better look at the boy. "You understand us?"

The boy quickly nodded.

"What is your name?"

"Zyon sir." The boy hesitantly said.

"And how old are you?"

"A...About 12 winters sir." Zyon spoke softly.

"Well then Zyon, you'll be coming with us. I'm sure me wife would love to put some meat on those bones of yours." the man stated. "For now let's get those chains off of ya."

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(3 years later)

"Zyon, hey Zyon, wake up sleepyhead!!" Was shouted next to his ear.

Zyon, now 15, sat up with a jolt and screamed like a little girl.

"HAHAHA!! You should have seen yourself!" A feminine voice said while nearly doubling over from laughter.