Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 4: Keep moving forwards.

'Keep moving forwards.'
-Monty Oum. (Revolutionary of Roosterteeth. RIP My good man)

Dragon's PoV
I knelt by the makeshift graves. Not even a body to bury, Dante was a good person; not a legionary, but a good guard and a father. Oh god...what are we going to tell Dimitri and Nekoette? Garroth.....one of my best friends. I covered my face, I didn't want Gold and Steven to think that I was upset. They needed me to keep strong in order to avoid the Knights of the red sun to fall apart. Nobody from the legion cried, war had harden us into stone-cold warriors; we couldn't have remorse on the battlefield, though judging from everyone else's facial expressions they were upset as well. The Phoenix alliance crew cried and shed tears. Gold was attempting to comfort Travis, who was sobbing uncontrollably, the look on his face showed that he was sympathetic though not upset. Steven had put his hand on Katelyn's shoulder, very few jury of nine survived the battles; now they had to be there for each other. The right hand of Dragon Knight kept dead silence, vigilant, not knowing Dante or Garroth well meant they couldn't sympathies with the mourning crew. Buckethead stepped forwards.
"I cannot hold any sympathy to Dante nor Garroth. But they will be delivered to heaven by my patron." His voice raspy, almost like a nightmare was right behind me. Though seemingly, it made the mood even worse. Abbey and Jacob only watched on, Jacob leaned against a large chunk of stone while Abbey crouched on top of a rotting log; faces grim and muscles rigid and ready for combat. The cracks of lightning and the pattering of rain drove us back into the camp and slamming the newly repaired gate shut. I walked into the captain's quarters room of the small area of land that we had carved out for ourselves and slammed the door. I sat on the worn wooden chair behind the old table, put my head on the table and attempted to get some form of sleep.

With the right hand of Dragon Knight
Everyone was grim dead silent.
Not a word was spoken but the feeling were so obvious that you could probably smell the tears and sadness.
It was damn obvious that nobody wanted to talk.
Jack leaned against the perimeter wall, lit a cigarette in his mouth before speaking.
"What now?"
Everyone turned in Jack's direction. A confused look on their faces.
"I mean...er..eh...put it this way. We should be making land haul, not sitting on our a$$e$-"
"Jack! Language! We got a kid here!" Koda shouted, covering Lilith's ears who held Koda close, still upset from Dante's demise and Garroth's recent disappearance. Jack nodded his acknowledgement.
"We can't expect to last here long. If we don't start making progress, we might as well be dead."
"I couldn't agree more on that statement Cromwell." Muthal cut in, with Blueflame silently clapping. Jack could feel his confidence getting better.
"We mourn our losses today, but tomorrow we've got to make some sort of progress or we'll be fuc- I mean fudged. Who's with me?" Jack asked, dropping his burnt up cigarette and stamping on it. He lifted up a dirty beer bottle and everyone except Ameos lifted up their bottles or their fists in response. Buckethead remained in his cross-legged position, cruel blade in front of him.
"Hey! Hey! *click* Am, you there?" Yondu asked, clicking his fingers in front of Buckethead's helmet.
"Sometimes you wonder what goes through his head," Brazier said quite harshly.

In Ameos' mind

Ameos stood in the dark. He could hear a distant dripping of water somewhere behind him. He turned round to see a dark haired elf approach him, seemingly juggling three daggers in his hands. He was wearing the distinct clothing of a rogue. It was a second before he realised who this was. And spoke his name.
"Vax'ildan. What does the champion want with me?" His voice no longer the rags it was in real life, instead, it was the calm voice before the storm.
"Should be asking you that question crier," Vax said before a clatter of hooves caught their attention.
They turned round to see a flaming horseman, his flames slightly brightening the room. He jumped off his horse, blades in hand.
"What is two members of the horsemen of the Raven queen doing here?" He asked inquisitively, the roar of the flames faint underneath his armour. Vax laughed, joy in his voice. "Cavaleiro! What brings you here?" Vax asked, about to pat the man until he felt the warm glow of heat surrounding the rider. "Actually on second thoughts. I won't pack your back." Vax retreated slightly.
"So what were you doing before we got summoned here?" Cavalerio asked.
"I was sleeping with Keyleth." Vax replied, confidence on his face.
Everyone gave him a 'nudge nudge wink wink' look.
"Not in that way guys! I ain't Vex!" He shouted, they looked to the side in slight embarrassment.
Are your servants assembled, Raven Queen? A harsh metallic voice, which should only be held by monsters, asked.
Not yet my lord. Give me a second. A clam gentle feminine voice replied.
Suddenly a sickly green coloured portal opened up, and out stepped a plague doctor. An ebony Raven mask covered the majority of his face while a fur-lined cloak was draped over his shoulders, he held a snake topped cane. He looked around, confused as they were. "My queen. What am I doing here?" He asked.
Antonio these men are your fellow horsemen. Treat them well.
Reaper have you got your servants yet?
Give me a second Blackdread. I'm having problems pulling them in. Said a cold whisper, almost like the winter wind.
There was a couple shouts of anger and surprise and three men tumbled out of a grey portal. They landed on their backs, but immediately jumped up on their feet; pointing their weapons in their general direction. The whisper sighed.