(DISCONTINUED) Legacy of the Thunder and Fury--Book 1--Shock of Betrayal

Fourteen: Storm

GAAHD I FINALLY figured it how to paste a video here in my midnight web-surfing! So I love this video because it sums up Nimbus so well! It's kinda weird, but it fits perfectly.

Ironically, it's physically impossible for lightning to miss its mark, unless something blocks it or takes the hit. Even if the Skrill's copper fire aiming was off, as soon as it gets close, the electricity would jump to the target, or a conductor. So if the Skrill was aiming at Toothless, the lighting would just jump right to him even if the Skrill missed. (Which would be bad for business, since that would probably kill Toothless, or Hiccup, or both.) So, sigh, the physics are off again. But who cares! Not me, that's who!

Also, I overshot my word limit by 1,000 words, XP. *Ducks head in shame*

The frozen dragon was trapped in endless slumber. Though, this was the first time dreams had ever come for him. Or rather, memories. He was recalling how he'd been frozen the second time.

In the sky, bound down with ropes, hovered a dark gray dragon. Thin black but razor sharp spines lined the back of his head. More curved spines ran up and down his spine, from shoulders to tailtip. Four slits darkened the sides of his neck, and his underbelly was snowy white, with small indents between scutes.

Shimmering violet splattered all over his stormy gray scales, with a purple stripe on each side of his head. The line where his normal scales and scutes met was prickling with short, black, thorn-like spines, all the way to his tail point.

A barely noticeable ridge protruded from his chest, where his blade-like keel held his powerful wing muscles together. He had no arms, and his legs were short and stubby, but with long curved talons that were easily dangerous. He had six wing-fingers, five narrowing his webbing to a sharp, long point, the sixth connecting to his side for added support when he was flying. His wing talon was almost as big as his head, but light and thin, with razor sharp edges. It was made to slice through things, and could with ease. On the underside of his wings were darker patterns like raindrops, two large ones fitting between each wing-finger and countless smaller ones closer to his talon. Closest to the edges of his wing, two curving crescents fanned out from the largest raindrop.

His head was long and graceful, like an elongated Thunderdrum or Flightmare without frills. He had a short, curved nasal horn and a very slight overbite, and mouth filled with shark-like teeth. They were serrated and razor sharp, like knives or arrowheads.

He was a Skrill. One of the rarest and dangerous dragons, on par with the Night Fury. This Skrill hadn't seen another of his kind for years, even in the time before he was frozen in a glacier the first time.

He called the lightning to him, and flashes of light instantly connected to his scales. The black dragon with a viking teen on his back crouched in front of him. It was a Night Fury. It could possibly be the last one yet. Some sort of contraption looped around the Skrill's neck. A viking named Dagur stood below, holding the ends of the ropes to tug the storm dragon around like a puppet. He had red hair, and a metal helmet with two long, uneven horns on it.

He would yank the ropes hard to make the Skrill fire, and knew exactly where to tighten the collar: around his gills. Each time he yanked the ropes, it would hurt like someone was stabbing his gills, and in pain the Skrill would instantly spray lightning uncontrollably at whatever was in front of him. For instance, the Night Fury.

The other dragon would jump away or block the Skrill's lightning with his plasma blast. The Skrill didn't know why why Dagur wanted him to fire at the Night Fury, but he had to. The Skrill was forced to hover in midair for hours, and if he grew tired and fell down even an inch he would get stabbed or punched or clubbed. Soon he knew he would just collapse from exhaustion, and he would have to get through the pain the vikings inflicted on him.