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

Chapter 21: Changing alliegances

(Normal pov)

Eret and his crew had just dropped anchor in the harbor of Drago's fortress, the place was massive; large enough to hold both human and armored dragon armies, including the alphas Drago has under lock and key. Eret still couldn't believe that this man was granted eternal life, the arrogant trapper wasn't blind how Drago treated those who fail, betray or steal from him, those who do are dealt with two ways: either tortured or killed on the spot.

Honestly Eret had considered going to the Dragon Master, his crew pleaded with him to switch alligences, since Drago gained immortality, he's treated him and his men as insects, acting as if he could crush them with ease. Eret had no doubt in his mind that warlord could.

Eret's men helped Drago's soldiers offload the last of the dragons they captured for their Dragon-God, Eret looked into the eyes of a Snafflefang, it's eyes pleading to the trapper; begging him to free him before he's forced into bondage. Before Eret could do anything he felt a hand grab his bicep, he turned to see Legates Cato giving him a face that asked 'are you insane?' Eret yanked his arm out of the Romans grasp and watched as Drago's men placed armor on the dragon and led it toward their masters muddy Bewilderbeast to become its slave.

"Whatever your thoughts Son of Eret, cast them out. Drago would kill you on the spot if you even set one of those dragons free." Cato hissed in the trappers ear, Eret shook his head at Cato and replied. "You're not blind Cato, now that Drago has immortality, what's to stop him from taking over Rome? Hmm?" The Romans nostrils flared up and shook his head slightly. "No, we had an accord, he would be a fool to challenge the might of Mother Rome." Eret merely shrugged and turned around before muttering. "I'm done serving that monster, if I were you? I'd get out too, while you're still alive." The overconfident trapper rounded up his crew as they made their way back to their ship.

As Eret and his crew set sail, Eret looked back at Drago's fortress and couldn't help but feel guilty for trapping dragons and delivering them just to be used as nothing more than war beasts for that madman.

"Eret? Are we really doing this?" His first mate asked, everyone on deck looked up to their captain to confirm that this was indeed what he wanted to do, Eret nodded and spoke. "Yes, Dragon Trapping is a very profitable trade, but think about it, Drago doesn't care about us! Only if we deliver what he wants: and that's dragons!" His crew nodded and continued listening. "I'm done working for that madman! To live in fear, knowing that if I fail him, he'll kill me." His crew looked at each other then back at their leader.

"What do suggest we do now?" Eret smiled and pointed toward the horizon. "We go to the Isle of Night, find the Dragon Master and attempt to join him and his ranks." Eret's men looked at him in doubt and they spoke out. "We're Dragon Trappers Eret, the Dragon Master despises any who'd harm dragons." Eret nodded in understanding but replied back. "True. But I'd rather we take our chances with the Dragon Master and do good, rather than continuing to harm innocent dragons for Drago's selfish desires. Those who disagree with me, speak now."

No one spoke a word, obviously they didn't want to choose to become Dragon Trappers, it passed down to them by their fathers before them, the work was hard yes, though the coin they earned after months of labor made them set. But Eret did have a point. Drago could snuff them out, and for what? Just for not getting enough dragons for his army? Their former employer is indeed selfish, bloodthirsty and insane.

The crew smiled and crossed their arms, one spoke out. "We're with you Eret! We're with you all the way." Eret smiled and nodded he barked out. "Set sail!! We go to the Isle of Night immediately!" The crew ran to their stations and got to work, Eret looked toward the horizon and murmured to himself.

"And here we go."

(Isle of Night)

"Hiccup! You need to calm down." Said man was ripping apart dozens of spar dummies apart in the training arena for hours, the young man wasn't angry. He was enraged. Drago crippled Toothless, he'll never be able to fly again. Hiccup breathed heavily as turned to see Astrid with her hands outstretched; showing Hiccup she's here to help and to soothe him.