Dragons: The Viking Saga (The Prequel)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Dragon Battle (Part One)

(Narration POV)

The vast of Krell can't tell the difference what it had on the sky as it gloomy dark clouds covered when the dooms of fear has come. Back at the travel for the Dragon's Nest, the Chieftain and his Vikings were on their way to attack. Whilst on it, they've had one hostage tied on their side. The heavy cage roamed on the ship while the others struggling to have a row onto their big boat. It was Flare, Mazrieth's Razorwhip dragon.

"So, have you wondered how are we gonna attack?", Steven asked. 

"Attack?", the Chieftain replied with a confuse look. "The reason why we're here because we're gonna destroy that Nest immediately!" Until he face palmed. "You are that loser I can tell, Steven..."

"Shut it, Chief. I'm always curious but sometimes, it leading me crazy..", he answered back with a chuckle.

"But for now, let's move on and prepare the catapults later...", he said to Steven. But suddenly, he doubted something in mind. He breathe slowly as he reminds on what he said to her adopted daughter.

Flashback

"Dad? You don't understand! You can't win this one!"

The sudden cry for one teenager calls out for her Chief, also her Father to speak and understand but he simply ignore it. "Ready the ships!"

"Dad! Will you please just hear me out?!", the girl begged but not until he stares back at her with a harsh glare. 

"You've thrown out with them. You're not a Viking.", suddenly, a simple yet truth cold talks came out of his own mouth, seeing herself to doom and felt sadness. "You're not my Mazrieth I've used to love... You're disappointed one, Mazrieth..."

Watched in awe, the female screamed out but he still ignores until he left. 

He snapped out onto reality when one tap of his shoulder felt on him. "What is it?", he asked to the person who tapped and it was Steven again. 

"You know, I can tell that there is something on your mind that makes you felt regret about it...", he said to him with his concerned face. 

"What do you mean, Steven? Clarify it?", Gregor mused with a question mark. 

"The way how you've faced Mazrieth, Greg..", until he answers. "I heard about it before I arrived at the arena for you... That was way harsh, Greg.. You shouldn't do that to your daughter.."

"But that's how I disciplined people!", he demanded. 

"I know... But you know, it hurts for real..", Steven added. He crossed his arms as he looks at him. "The way how you've talked to her is much depressing to her, Greg..." He pouted and wrapped his arm onto his shoulder. "You should go talk to her about it, Greg..." And then, he smiled and walked out. 

"Aye.. Thanks, Steven.. I'm much accepted for you as my best friend..", he thanked his best friend, Steven.

"My pleasure, Chief..."

When they've railed the ships towards their destination, a sudden appearance of the thick fogs appealed on their sight. "For the love of Thor, Greg.. What is this?", the shocked Steven asked. 

"A fog?", he snares a bit. But then, a loud growl heard onto their ears when the caged Razorwhip suddenly hissed when it struggles. But the strange feeling grew when the head of the dragon moved so suddenly. Gregor simply stared as he follows the direction. 

"What does it means?", Steven asked curiously. 

Without his next reply, he walked out onto the railed Viking who guided the ship. "Step aside.." And then, it bowed at his command. When it stepped aside, Gregor holds onto the wooden stick which helps to guide the ship. When he does, the Razorwhip raised its head and turn right. 

Some Vikings have no idea for what he was doing but he follows the direction of Flare's head. But instead, they've trailed the leading ship. "Hard to port... And turn right..", one Viking said to others.

He then turned left as the Razorwhip's head turned the following direction. The others are followed at the leader. "Follow him.." Gregor turns the ship nonstop but until a bump of a small rocks can felt onto the bottom of the ship.

"Whoa!", the others went shrugged. 

When it does, a sudden disperse of the fogs went out until a huge rocky mountains appeared. The Vikings went musing at what they've saw. Gregor approached it as he stares at it. He knew that this time, they've finally landed. 

"We're here...", he said with his low tone. 

"We're here? At what? This different though..", Steven pouted. "We're finally here, Gregor...", he finally exhales out with a sigh of relief. "...the Dragon's Nest..."

(To be continued)

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