A Dragons Tale; The Dragon Queen

So Very Wrong

The two trapped Vikings kept walking forwards, both eager to reach the end of the tunnel and find a way out. After an hour of walking the deafening silence that surrounded them was putting them both on edge. Their search for the treasures that rested in the mountain was the last thing they could think about now that their lives were on the line. Both were sore, tired and hungry and could only think about getting out. The pain in Freya's ankle had turned into a numbing throb quite a while ago and she could most likely walk by herself but her fears were starting to peek as the walls around them once again started to shrink around them and she was somewhat grateful for Viggo's body next to her still helping her walk. It gave her a sense of security that she wasn't alone. It also gave her hope that they would get out. He may be her enemy but she would be lying is she said that he was one of the most reliable people that she had met and if anyone was getting out of a deadly situation it was him. Truthfully, she was pretty sure he knew she could walk as his grip on her had become looser but he hadn't moved from her side. Freya was lost in her thoughts when she felt Viggo stop walking. She followed in suet and looked for a source of his action. A low arch covered in symbols leading into a room with a high ceiling and painted walls.

"What you seek is your choice alone. Be wise and take care for it may just be your end," Freya translated for the man next to her with a sigh, "Why can't the old cryptic writing say something nice for a change?" she mumbled more to herself then to Viggo as they entered the chamber. It was about the size of the training dome back on the edge and they were soon met with a locked door built into the far wall.

"Perhaps we should take a break for a while? Your ankle must be hurting quite badly," Viggo suggested. It was true she was tired and he must have been feeling the same considering he had almost carried her half the way here. She quickly agreed and he gently took her hand and helped her sit down, doing the same next to her. It was quiet for a while before Viggo spoke.

"I never got to thank you for warning me that day in my tent. You just might have saved my life,". Freya blushed.

"Yeah well, if anyone is going to take you out its me," she joked lightly.

"Hiccup might not completely agree with that," he smiled back letting out a laugh of his own. They were both surprised at how easily the conversation flowed smoothly between the two despite their current situation. As they spoke and laughed with each other Freya began to wonder about the man in front of her. Now that he didn't have an audience to impress, he acted less like the villain he portrayed himself as. The smirk he wore was still there but it was gentler. His sharp tongue and cunning mind made for boundless discussion filled with sarcasm and teasing which matched her well and his different views on the world intrigued her curiosity.

As their conversation came to a stop, Viggo was going to suggest that they try to get through the doors when something on the wall caught his eye. Leaving Freya where she was sitting, he moved closer holding out his sword to see better. The carvings were different to those in the tunnel that they had seen before and they seemed to tell a story. Huge dragons drawn in gold fought against Vikings of all shapes and sizes, both sides equally matched. Bodies lied the ground around them staining the grass they stood on red. Further along the wall the pictures changed, a single Viking stood on a pedestal holding a ruby embedded sword with a dragon's head speared on its blade. Despite being surrounded by dragon hunting on a daily bases, the images still made Viggo shutter. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been spending so much time with the riders? After all, he didn't take joy in killing these magnificent beasts, it was simply an evil necessary to keep the peace. There was so much pain and suffering written into the walls and the shadows dancing around him from the fire didn't help the ambiance. He was vaguely aware of Freya's presence limp next to him to study the images herself. He watched her eyes widen in anguish and her lip tremble as she subconsciously hugged herself. He had never seen the mighty worrier look so vulnerable and he wanted to say something to reassure her that they were fine, but he just couldn't find the words. Taking a breath Viggo forced his feet to keep moving along the wall to discover the rest of the story. Pictures showed the man with the sword bowing to the chief, the two embracing like old friends and then the two arguing. The next scene showed another war but this time the dragons and humans were no longer fighting each other, but appeared to be working together to attack a strange looking creature with vibrant red eyes wearing a crown. He continued to walk faster now but he had almost reached the end of the wall. The last picture showed the man wielding the sword, with the help of several dragons, trapping the creature in a box and placing the crown and the creature in a cave. Under the man was a single name. Grimmborn. That must have been how his ancestors became the chief. But what happened to that last chief? Like she could hear what he was thinking, he received his answer.