The Dragon Master Part II: Rewritten (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Finding the Dragon Sanctuary

(Normal pov)

The sunsets always held a magical trait to the people of the Wulfing village on the Eastern continent. Vikings— adults, elders and children alike— would always occupy themselves outside with friends and family to watch the sun set over the horizon. The darkening sky would usually aid in the natural beauty, bringing about a dark bluish tint zoning in on the fading orange. The clouds were painted over with a colour on the border between white and grey. Coupled with the setting sun and the darkening sky.

And it was due to this natural beauty, that none of the villagers saw the black shadow that flew in the safety of the approaching night sky, towards the mountain ranges. The only shadow they saw was the approaching outline of a vessel not too far from shore.

Having a ship arrive at this time was uncommon for the Viking community. Most of the ships that brought them supplies usually arrived from the early hours of dawn up until midday. Some of the adults decided it was a good time for the children to retire to the safety of home, just in case the mystery ship brought trouble for them. Since the village was on its own with the next closest about one hundred miles east, they had learned to fend for themselves in times of attacks - whether it be dragons or other Vikings.

A few men at the docks, who had just finished hauling their catch of fish up to their homes and were preparing their boats for tomorrow, paused in their tasks to get the docking ropes ready to tie the ship once it arrived.

"Someone call the Chief over here!" One of the men at the docks called. One of the men at the beginning of the dock nodded, turning for the Chief's house. They tried to get a good look at the sails, to see if there was any indication of which tribe or army it belonged to. However, the blue sails and the white patterns adorning them didn't jog the minds of any of them.

By the time the sun had set, the ship was already at the pier, mooring lines being thrown overboard to secure it for the night. Chief Birger was already present and he gestured for one of his men to place the gangplank to welcome their guests.

"Greetings weary travelers. My name's Chief Birger and welcome to the Wulfing tribe."

The first soul off the ship was a young man, of about mid-twenties and a striped tattoo on his chin. Judging from his stature and bulging muscles, he was no slouch.

"Eret. Son of Eret." He greeted, extending his hand for a shake. Chief Birger grasped his with both of his hands and led him to the village.

"So, Eret Son of Eret, what brings you all the way out here at such an hour?"

"Believe it or not, I'm looking for a dragon rider. I know it might seem a little far-fetched but—"

"Oh, are you referring to the one who lives in a mountain made of ice?" Birger interrupted him.

"Woman in her mid forties?"

"Yes. Are you a friend of hers?" Birger asked as they reached the nearest inn, Chief Birger letting his guest go first. He looked behind to see the rest of the ship's crew gathering their important belongings and also making their way to the inn. Luckily they had enough rooms available for them. However, he didn't miss the surprised tone in Eret's voice. Clearly he was expecting him to mention someone else. "Sadly no, this dragon rider has been causing trouble for my employer, freeing dragons left and right." Eret said, answering Birger's question.

"Perhaps she feels pity for the beasts." Birger suggested as they pulled out two stools at the ale counter, the Viking chief continued speaking. "This rider of yours is possibly a vigilante; devoting her life to protect dragons from harm." Two tankards of ale were delivered to them.