3rd Person's POV
It was Magnus striding into the hall. Dark circles under his eyes spoke from the exhaustion of battle but his blue eyes were bright - making him look wide awake and determined.
Fishlegs couldn't hold back an excited squeal as the older man reached his hands out to take the alabaster chest from him. "You can read these scripts? So you knew the guardians of dragons?"
"Maybe..." Magnus uttered, barely looking at Fishlegs as he placed the chest on the nearest table and opened it. "...in a different life."
Viggo crossed his arms in front of his chest and narrowed his eyes. "Oh? You never mentioned that fact before Magnus."
"I considered it better not to, Sir." he gave his chief a guilty look over his shoulder and cleared his throat before he spoke again. "In any case, let me see if I can be of help here."
Magnus pulled out several parchment rolls, scanned them with a quick glance and put them aside before he dug into the chest once more.
"Are you not going to look at these?" Fishlegs exclaimed, looking slightly disappointed.
"No. I admit these are very informative scripts about all kinds of dragon species but I am looking for something else...if I am not mistaken there must be...." Magnus muttered absentmindedly as he emptied the chest of the scrolls. Then he stopped for a second, before revealing a small, worn looking, leather book. "There...that's more like it..." he spoke to himself in an awed tone and started to skip through the yellowed pages.
"Would you mind to enlighten us, Magnus?" Viggo said in a peeved tone. He felt betrayed. Aside from his grandfather, Magnus had always been like a second father figure to him. He supported him where his own father didn't, listened to him when Ragnar wouldn't and was his most trusted partner in crime. And now this? For all these years, Magnus knew his mother's tribe and didn't bother to tell him a single word about it? Why on earth did he keep it from him and from Lilly? It could have helped her to know this! Viggo trembled with anger and his stomach twitched painfully at it. The poison still showed its aftereffects.
However Viggo was shook from his thoughts when Magnus turned to face him, the small book still in his hands.
"Of course, forgive me Sir." he said in a calm voice, either not caring about Viggo's anger or simply ignoring it. "This is not an ordinary book. It tells the story of the father of all dragons and the woman he loved."
"Seriously? A storybook? Oh yes this is totally going to help us...'hey Drago, nice army you got there, but please let us read you a story'...maybe we can bore him to death with it..." Snotlout exclaimed sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
Magnus' face reddened with annoyance. Nothing much rattled him; he took threats, trickery, even violence in his stride. However he would not allow anyone to speak in such a disrespectful manner about the legacy of the first people who ever lived among dragons. His people. He was about to reprimand the ignorant teenager but the black dragon beat him by a second.
Snotlout jumped with a yelp as a small flame was fired at his feet. Hookfang growled at the black dragon but Magnus merely smiled in approval before he continued.
"If you would allow me to explain, then you would see it is more than just a storybook. Far more. Not only does it tell us the story of the first dragon but also of the words he taught the woman. Powerful, ancient words." He walked over to Viggo, holding out the book for him to see and tapped on one of the pages. "Words in dragon tongue."
"Dragon tongue?" Viggo repeated and raised his brows.
"Yes, Sir. And the thing with dragon tongue is, that every dragon is bound to listen when you address them in the ancient language."
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