Titan's Fall

On his eighth year of being an Alpha, they took flight, and snatched that ebony dragon from everything he knew, taking him to the 'BloodSport Arena'. And considering no one had the guts to challenge the mighty Alpha of the night with the fury of his name, they had to go to extreme measures. For no ruler can reign forever... And the dark dragons of nightmares are out for blood.

CONTENT WARNING:

This story is rated T for mature and dark themes, most prominently being; violence, blood & gore, language, death, and references/or scenes with torture, carnage and sexual suggestions.

(Rating may go up to M)

Viewer discrimination is highly advised for this fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own HttyD. All rights go to their respective owners.

Chapter II: The BloodSport Arena

Toothless sighed deeply, tilting his head up to glare at his carrier. The dark dragoness hissed back at him, baring her sharp teeth.

'Don't worry now, Alpha.' She spoke gently, but her tone was taunting. 'We're almost there.'

He sighed. But WHERE is that 'there'?

Now turning his harsh, agitated stare to the metal chains wrapped around his snout. His pupils practically pressed against the insides of his eyes. He kept it this way for a while, as if to try and amuse himself, and pass the time. However, this obviously didn't work, as was made clear as he closed his lime green eyes in defeat. The Night Fury had no idea how long they intended to fly, or where they were going, and that annoyed him.

It was only when the pack of dragons passed over the dark, craggy stone formations trapping in the island ahead, did he focus his vision and perk up.

Could they finally be reaching their destination? After all, the group was letting out what he could presume were their 'homing' calls. Sharp, shrill, ringing cries they were, both majestic and terrible, and most certainly frightening calls, that echoed in his mind and ears.

For not the first time since he had become aware of their presences, Toothless wanted to look to the other captives and ask what was going on.

But, alas, he could not.

Feeling like he stood right beside useless, and was being pinned by the shameful talons of exposition, the apparently not-so-powerful Alpha (he had already tried to command them, which had somehow proved completely ineffective) allowed himself to be ferried to the island that loomed down below. The huge, dark, horrible looking pile of rock that apparently was the home of his captors, and where his fate would be left.

In more than one way, it reminded him of Outcast Island, from what he had seen so far- just much, much larger. The jutting spires of black stone, or, rather what he presumed was a form of natural mineral, looked imposing and threatening, and definitely not somewhere he wanted to fly in for a good time.

They wove together and created a scary maze of what could easily lead to an accidental impaling; or, not so accidental. The thought of that alone gave him chilly shivers down his spine and his body to shudder.

Looking closer as they flew over the island, Toothless became more and more unnerved, upon seeing the multiple dragon sentries stationed on certain rock ledges, overlooking the island and their areas, also keeping a lookout and keen eye for trespassers and anyone- or anything- that dared enter their borders. And he made that mental statement, by the appearance of said sentries, who definitely appeared as hostile figures. There were quite a lot of them, he had to note, and most of them being Stoker Class, or known for bright flames. Perhaps as a form of 'flares', that could bring attention or alert others of invaders? He had to marvel their high defences; these scale-folk clearly didn't mess around.

Of the couple of species, he could make out and identify in the island defenders, he recognised Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, and just generally the big and brute ones, which was undoubtedly prominent. It would be for intimidation, he figured, which also boosted his impressed, stirred opinions. He also sighted quite a few species he, his rider, Valka, and their friends had never encountered before.

That wasn't an overly welcoming detail.

Glancing at the dragoness holding him in the sky, he sighed deeply, averting the aforementioned gaze when she returned it with a deep frown and hateful glare. And he couldn't blame the female Night Fury, either.

He and Starblaze had never gotten along in the past. This certainly didn't help.

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Biting the side of his mouth in his anxiousness, his eyes landed on the ring of tall, sharp, dark mountains the dragons swooped down into- and built within, much to his shock, was a huge arena.

Somehow, someway, dragons- or maybe humans, he didn't know- had built a massive, daunting structure like that of a Roman Coliseum. The circular structure was surrounded by flat stands for what he presumed would be hundreds of dragon spectators. Down below in the centre, was the actual grounds, covered by also dark sand- or was it ash? It was more grey than it was brown, yellow, or pale tan, or even white- it held a silvery-blue-grey tint when reflected in the light (presumably even more so by broad sunlight), but otherwise looked like white sand.

Just as he had feared, however, the walls were splattered with dried blood and gore, scorched by dragon fire, and left with countless marks where dragon talons and spines had scraped and lodged themselves in.

Currently, the sand wasn't marked by any recent slaughters, but he had a horrible feeling in his gut that it wouldn't last.

The pack of dragons roared, flying upwards, allowing him to see more.

He had to notice that spectators couldn't just watch from the stands, but also the group of tall stone pillars on the outer north and west side. There were dozens upon dozens of them, but he frowned at one particular detail, a metal post wedged in the middle of each pillar. He'd have to ask about that.

Coming up ahead now, he could see what he presumed was where his captors lived. The huge mountain had an open entrance to the outside world, but it was barred shut by two iron doors, or shutters. Alright, so either dragons just became architectural geniuses, He thought to himself, Or, humans DID build this for whatever reason, and this blasted lot took over. The second sounded far more likely, in his opinion. But down underneath that entrance, a large palace was built, and it was definitely sized up for dragons, which rose other baffling questions in his mind. For now, he eventually decided, he'd leave said queries to slumber, at least until he had the opportunity to ask.

Toothless watched the scene around him. The pack of dragons divided into two segments- him and Starblaze, and the rest flew off back towards the arena.

Gulping, the Alpha glanced up at Starblaze, hoping, praying for some answers right now.

She said and did nothing, just flapping her wings and advancing towards the palace. She ducked down into one of the 'windows' that made up a top structure built near the top of the palace. She reared up, literally throwing him out her talons. He sprawled across the ground, growling, feeling the cold stone beneath his scales graze his body. She landed casually, padding over and grabbing his head in her forepaws.

Naturally, he tried to bite her.

'Why do they always have to sna- OW!' Starblaze brought her paw across the slightly larger Night Fury's snout with an audible thwack, grumbling curses under her breath as she cut the muzzle binding chains loose.

Snarling, Toothless snapped, but only landed his jaws on thin air.

Almost amused, the dragoness planted a paw on his skull, pinning him down and rendering his jaws useless again. 'Oh, stop it.' She laughed, and snaked her head down to snap at the chains binding his paws together, cutting all chains loose until he was free. However, she didn't let him up, and she knew how flustered he was getting. 'You've still got anger issues, Nightwing.'

Toothless- or, rather, Nightwing- glared. 'Ha,' he snorted. 'Very funny, Starblaze. VERY funny.'

'I take pride in that statement… Alpha.' She murmured the last word, eyeing him up and down as she diligently dipped her ebony head, and while tentative, took a few steps towards him, before deeming it was safe and padding around him. 'You certainly did fill out, didn't you, Nightwing?'

He snorted, but smirked. 'Oh? Did I? Never noticed.'

Barking a short laugh, she rolled her eyes. 'All seriousness, you grew up just fine. Unlike prime-jerk Kogán, he's hideous now.'

At this, Toothless couldn't help but chortle. 'Well, he wasn't going to be the dragon to instantly swoon all the dragonesses over, was he?' He mused, and she chuckled in her soft, sweet tone, nodding as she sat down, curling her tail around her paws and spreading the tail fins. 'Say- whatever happened to Graystripe?' He had to ask the question, and he didn't hide the concern in his voice; after all, the young Night Fury, Graystripe, had been the closest thing to a friend he'd ever had when he was still among his species' ranks.

'Eh… He's uh… Uh… He's doing… Well…' She gazed down at her paws, her eyes reflecting multiple, unrecognizable emotions he couldn't identify.

The Night Fury frowned, slowly nodding. He wasn't sure why she was so nervous and quiet saying that, but he was trying his best to be positive at the moment, so he settled with the idea that she just hadn't seen him in a while.

He sighed, shaking up his sore, aching muscles. He stared out one of the arched windows, silent for a while. He then growled, realising that he hadn't actually determined what was going on, or where he was. 'Where am I?' He snapped, not regretting the demanding and sharp tone he used. Starblaze faltered, her wings fluttering before pressing closer to her sides. 'And why am I here?'

'The first one,' She said slowly, 'I can answer. Right now, you're in the NightFuria Palace, and down there is the BloodSport Arena. Behind us is the Amethyst Mountain.' She paused, and if she caught Toothless' cringe at the arena's name, she didn't give any notion to it. She continued hesitantly. 'The second… Well… I'll leave that to the others. I'm a Flight Wyrden, we don't do that sort of thing.'

'Flight Wyrden…? What's a Wyrden?'

She flinched, and stood, hearing a low ring of what he presumed was a horn. 'It'll all make sense soon, Nightwing. I have to go now, but I'll se-'

'Wait… Don't call me that any more. It's not the name I go by any more.'

She frowned. 'Oh?'

'Call me Toothless.' He spoke softly, but proudly, even when she stared at him incredulously, as if he just became a Night Fury turned Snaptrapper. She slowly nodded, deciding against questioning him, and without another word, she took off and flew out of sight, leaving him alone in the empty room surrounded by huge windows.

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There were so many questions circulating in his mind right now, Toothless was almost certain he'd explode if he heard any more of these damned riddles. Confusion seemed to be everywhere he listened, looked, or thought about.

Flight Wyrdens? BloodSport Arena? NightFuria Palace? Amethyst Mountain?

Well, the first one may have had him absolutely stumped, but the second could only send shudders down his spine. He presumed the palace had something to do with Night Furies, as was suggested by its name- as for Amethyst Mountain, he just took that it was a mere name, and there weren't literally amethysts inside, but what did he know? He'd never been inside, and, well, he hadn't even known it- or any of this- had existed until the current point of time.

Gazing out through one of the windows, he sighed. If only he could fly…

'A nice view, isn't it, my Alpha?' A deep, rumbling male voice said from behind him, and he whipped around to see that a large, crimson Monstrous Nightmare stood before him. The creature stepped up beside him, standing tall and proud, its scales gleaming and yellow eyes shining. He reminded Toothless of Hookfang, honestly. Toothless only gave a small nod in response. 'You seek answers to many questions, don't you?'

'Of course I do,' Toothless snapped. 'You just took me from my home, my rider, and everything I know and love! Why would I NOT?' His eyes narrowed, claws scraping against the stone underneath them.

'Fair point.' The Nightmare stated, and pivoted around, turning to walk over to a set of doors at the far side of the room; the Night Fury followed with caution.

Pushing open said doors with his blood red snout, the dragon led him into a hallway much like the room, with the same arching windows to the sides, but each one had a rail preventing someone just falling off. Staring out them as they passed by each, Toothless watched multiple dragons of every species soar freely, frolicking in the afternoon skies, their scales brightened by the bright, setting sun.

'I'm sure faithful old Starblaze has already explained our surroundings.' He said, and Toothless gave a nod in response, glancing at the larger beast. 'And I feel the need to explain it a bit more.'

'Firstly, this Palace is related to Night Furies, and used to simply be home to them, but no longer. Now, any-dragon is welcome here, especially the Alpha. Amethyst Mountain is the home of those various dragons, for only royalty and members of the Royal Guard may reside inside the Palace- which includes you, my dear Alpha. I will escort you to your Quarters shortly, and I will have someone give you a tour of this grand place.' He paused. 'Next. The BloodSport Arena is a topic for later, so I'll skip that and go and explain how dragons work around here.'

'There are three ranks that go below the Alpha. First, is the Royal Family, which stands supreme in all. Then, you have the Royal Guard, and then the Wyrdens. That last one is a bit confusing, but you get used to it.'

The Nightmare took another pause, making sure the Night Fury was listening- which he was, albeit now with wariness- why didn't he explain this arena?

'There are four Wyrden types,' He said, 'The first is the Flight Wyrdens, who will go out and explore to do their tasks- they will fly far and wide if it means success. The next is the Defender Wyrdens, and they're the ones you probably saw before arriving here. They watch the island, and patrol our borders. They defend against invaders. Then you have the ones who attack those invaders, and they're the Raiding Wyrdens, or, just Raiders. Then, finally, you have the Patrol Wyrdens, who are the most elite of the four- and they actually stand on par, if not above, the Royal Guard, as they perform the most risky, brave, and dangerous of tasks; patrolling the islands of Alpha dragons. Patrolling islands that hold great, terrible Red Deaths, and horrible species of dragons, like Deathcrows and Slaughter Menaces, that would bring havoc and tragedy to the world if they ever escaped.'

Nodding slowly, Toothless stared at his talons.

They certainly hadn't done a very good job on the last one, considering that there had been a Red Death slumbering in the depths of Dragon Island for a few miserable centuries. He'd have to tell them that later on.

'And you?' The ebony dragon finally said, and the Monstrous Nightmare dipped his crimson coloured head.

'I, Coltris, am a member of the Royal Guard, and personal bodyguard of Princess Nighla.'

Toothless gave a small snort of acknowledgement, lifting his head in regards. 'And this is an honour?'

'Very much so, my Alpha. Very much so.'

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He didn't want to sound ungrateful, but he hated this room. But not for its qualities- it was actually rather luxurious and stunning.

Rather, it was the fact that it was missing a certain someone, his precious rider.

'This sucks,' He muttered to himself, laid on his back, on the padded rock slab cushioned by sheepskin, and many other furs- which was incredibly soft- that made his bed in the white palace.

He gazed out the balcony, the arch that surrounded the entrance made of a substance similar to gold, but harder, with a different texture.

The Night Fury then sighed, glancing at the sky blue Terrible Terror, perched on the bedpost. While small, he certainly had quite the vocal cords, and could keep even a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus talking for days on end, and not get eaten. Its main body colour was the light, sky blue, but his markings took on a darker, seaweed green hue, his claws grey-brown, with piercing yellow eyes that seemed bright in even the dimmest of lighting.

'Oh, it's not that bad,' The small creature chirped, curling its tail around the post. 'Besides. It won't be for that long.'

Toothless stared at Ryugon, exasperated. 'Oh, yeah, great. So you know, and I don't?'

'My Alpha, I am not permitted to share that information with you just yet.'

The ebony dragon snorted. 'Go figure…' He paused. 'I'm bored, Ryugon. Entertain me?'

'Oh?' The Terrible Terror briefly licked his yellow eye, and he slithered down so he stood not far from the Alpha. 'And how would you like me to do that, dear Alpha?'

'I dunno. You choose.' The Night Fury laid his head down on the nearest sheep skin.

Ryugon was silent for a moment.

'Knock knock…?'

Toothless groaned silently. Dear stars of the heavenly above, help him. Regardless, the dragon was trying, so he had to cut him some slack. 'Who's there?'

'What, where, why, when, and…'

Toothless frowned. 'What, where, why, when, and… who?'

'You're missing the one H.'

'The what?'

Ryugon face planted, and Toothless did chuckle, for it was incredibly silly of a joke. The Terror smiled, noticing this, though.

'Yeah, that was a bad one.'

Ryugon let out his squeaky chortle, listening as Toothless continued on. 'But I guess it somewhat works? The five W's, and the one H gag was always confusing to me when I was younger, to be honest.'

'Agreed.'

The Alpha smiled his gummy grin, and swished his tail around. 'Do continue, Ryugon, for I am greatly entertained already.'

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Starblaze sighed, and craned her neck upwards to stare at the Alpha, stood on his balcony and overlooking the activities of the many dragons moving around at this time. While the Night Fury was clearly saddened at being away from home and his friends, he was smiling softly. She felt a lump rise in her throat, and turned her gaze to the ground as she soared away from the Palace.

Nightw- or, rather, Toothless- still didn't know.

It wasn't far away now. They were gathering more and more contestants by the Miŗit, and they'd be all set and ready to go before long. The invitations to all the spectators had already been sent out, and any Champions were cognizant of their impending doom.

Oh well… At least she wasn't going to be fighting a random stranger to the bitter death.

She honestly had no reason to even care. But yet, she felt like she should.

Everyone, whatever rank they stood in, whether they admitted it or not, knew it was wrong. All of it; wrong.

Starblaze wasn't sure who she should actually be mad with. The Wyrdens, the Guard, the Royal Family… Maybe she'd just curse the whole lot. Which did mean she was also blaming her own scaly behind, but she'd done it before, one more time wouldn't hurt.

Her ear plates lifted, and she twisted her neck around a couple dozen degrees to look at the toxic green and purple Deadly Nadder flying up alongside her. Eeilain, her name was. The dragon squawked, the pale brownish-cream coloured crown of spikes lining her head flaring. She nodded in response to the gesture. 'A nice day for flying, huh, Starblaze?' The Nadder's gaze swept over the dragons flying in jagged paths, all carrying buckets of water. Despite the chaotic flying, they knew how to get around, never bumping into another carrier, never getting into any squabbles. They just did their jobs respectfully and quietly.

The Night Fury dragoness also stared at the bucket carriers.

'Yeah…' She murmured, and slowed slightly, allowing hers and the Nadder's heads to be aligned. 'Nice day…'

'What is it?' The dragon asked, and she sighed.

'Is it the Alpha? Your past?' Eeilain paused. 'No? The upcoming brawls?'

'All of it, I guess.' She muttered, nipping at her collarbone scales a bit, feeling an itch. The black scales, glossy and shiny, with a somewhat blue tint, shimmered in the sunlight. Understanding, the Deadly Nadder nodded her large green head. She was beautiful, with primarily bright emerald green scales, and purple down towards her tail and feet, with a pale underside and a blue-purple streak over her snout, running down beneath the nose horn, which had broken off at the top, leaving a rather unflattering, rounded stump after all the past years.

Starblaze sighed. 'Eeilain? You said you used to be an Elite Brute in King Firestorm's Nest?'

'Yes, I was.' The Nadder said, frowning. 'Why?'

The Night Fury tilted to the left, the two circling around the mountain. 'How did you do it?'

'Do what?'

'Live in that roll.' Starblaze sighed. 'Do your job.'

Eeilain paused, as if she wasn't sure what to say. 'I just… I didn't let it get to me.'

'You spent your everyday life flap-ring-round, killing anyone who even just fell off course into the territory…'

The Nadder nodded. 'Uh huh. Nasty, right?'

'Uh, yeah, that's the definition of nasty, Eeilain. Just nasty.'

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'Of course he wouldn't appreciate this. Did you hear him before? "I need to get back to my Hiccup!" and, "Oh, oh no, my rider will freak out when he sees I'm gone"? It's hilariously cutesy. How did our Alpha, a Night Fury none the less, end up like that?'

The Rumblehorn, Stormbreaker, chortled. 'That I did. It's pathetic. Even Vakreein was better than him, and he had a dope face beyond belief.'

'Well,' The second dragon, a pale green Monstrous Nightmare, said. 'It's not the worst that's happened.'

They turned their gaze to stare at the stolen captives, all of them chained and locked up underground, most of the unknowing creatures that happened to be far from ready to meet their fates. From Gronckles, to Flightmares, Woolly Howls, and Arch-Angel dragons, they had them all, from weak and strong, small and big. Stormbreaker let a toothy, savage grin break forth. 'It's going to be fun, this time 'round.'

'Indeed. When's the first match, again? The excitement is making me forgetful.'

The Rumblehorn laughed. 'Tomorrow.'

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Hiding in the gloom, behind the dark spires of rock that made up the outer walls of Draekon Island, was a Night Fury.

Its grey scales, broken apart by darker stripes and markings down his spine, blended almost perfectly in with its surroundings, as it watched flying beasts come back and forth, carrying buckets and dressed in armour. He growled under his breath, and his claws quietly tapping on the ground as he moved, he sneaked down to a lower platform to observe. He was waiting for a signal from a fellow Night Fury.

And here she is, at last, he thought, watching as dark wings covered the stars, before a shadowy, fleeting figure dove down and landed right behind him. He smiled, twisting around to look at her.

'How's it going down there? Has the Alpha arrived yet?'

The other Night Fury, much darker with a blueish tint, dipped her head. 'He has, and it is the one we suspected. As for it, well, it all arrived a few hours ago.'

'Good… Do we have a plan yet?'

She raised an eye-ridge, her voice bleak and incredulous. 'Did you just ask that?'

He sighed. 'Yeah… Thought we wouldn't. Oh well. Worth a shot.'

'I suppose. You should go, Grey.' She squinted, peering through the night at the Palace, all lit up by the Nadder Torches. 'There's a Patrol headed this way soon, and I know that they'll spot you. They have a Nightwatcher now.'

'Damn, when'd that guy get in? I thought they were extinct.'

She exhaled, her shoulders sagging. 'So did I. And it's not a good thing, either, for anyone. The guy's an absolute ass.' She smirked a little at that, amused, paused, and then continued, her tone softer. 'Well, safe travels, old friend.'

'In turn. We'll see each other again soon, though, I wager?'

She grinned. 'We shall.'

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Mildfang watched the activity going on currently at the doors to the large room. His pale, sore, tired eyes gazed upon the 'Wyrdens' as they yet again dumped another lot of innocent dragons into the crowded space.

To say in the least, Mildfang was not impressed.

Growling, the Moldruffle's paws itched to claw at his chains. Whatever was going on, it ought to be bad, and he didn't want to be there for it.

He watched sadly, seeing how one Snafflefang was thrown to the stone floor so violently, something shattered with a sickening crunch. The dragoness was left whining, still and motionless on the ground.

His orange scales were aching from the dull chains, and he sighed deeply.

Once the Wyrdens had departed, he wriggled in his restraints, and moved slightly towards the nearest creature, who was a gold-brown Gronckle.

Had he been able to, Mildfang would have tried to re-assure the Boulder Class dragon, who was already bleeding from scratches on his hind quarters, and the poor thing was missing a forepaw. All that remained was the stump of an old amputation that was cut just above the elbow joint. The sight of the abuse scared him down his spine, sending shudders down it; these scale-folk weren't friendly at all.

But, lingering, aching, ringing in the back of the Moldruffle's mind, rested the heavenly presence of the King of dragon-kind.

The Alpha was here, on the same island, not far away at all.

And because of this, deep within his soul, a glimmer of hope broke through the shadows of sheer terror. Surely the Alpha wasn't the leader of these dreadful dragons? Surely his heart was as pure gold as the scales of a Treasure dragon, his soul as bright as the luminescent glow of the Flightmare?

Surely, just surely, the Alpha would command the horrible demons that ruled this place to step down, and he'd free them all… Surely…

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The grey Night Fury swooped high over the cloud cover, concealing his figure from the dragons below. The tips of his wings were flicked up as they snared the wind, leaving faint, gentle trails of wind behind them, his wings cutting through the crisp, cool night air. His orange-yellow eyes, piercing through the gloom and sizing up the ocean keenly, scanned his surroundings.

All clear.

He banked sharply to the left, his wings tucked in closer sideways, drawing his wing blades close. He then levelled out, now steeper down and lower to the ocean surface.

From there, the dragon kept majorly silent. His ear plates would twitch and flip up whenever a sound was heard, be it the call of a distant bird, the cry of a soaring dragon on the nearest island, the low, moaning roar of a Scauldron travelling the beautiful, free, vast sea.

He breathed in deeply, taking in the world around him, appreciating its beauty and grandeur. Up here, in the sky, he felt like he truly belonged.

That, was the true meaning of flight.

Raising one wing up higher, he snaked his neck around to stare at where he had just departed. The massive island was now a mere, dark speck in the distance, almost impossible to spot in the night.

The perfect home for a species like the Night Furies, who were its rightful owners, so how it had ever been found, and taken over was beyond his- or anyone of his nest from the last few generations- understanding. All they really knew at this point of history, was that they used to hold dominance there, and since the fall of a past Alpha, Eveirdon, a wise, benevolent, orange-red-brown Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus, that was believed to have ruled for three-hundred-and-ninety-two years, it had become a place for all species, but one that was almost completely erased from outside knowledge.

So with the fall of Eveirdon, and the rise of the next Alpha, the Night Furies had fled to their newest home, the same place he had to get back to after so many years, and tell of the great, yet also terrible news.

Yes, he had to get back there, and he had to hurry.

He had to find the island of the Night Furies- the Kingdom of the Night, Nightfall Isle.

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'Do wake up, my good Alpha. It's the next dawn, and boy, is it a splendid day! Oh so exciting, my Alpha. The games begin today! Do wake up, you simply must attend! '

Toothless groaned, covering his ear plates with his paws- if Ryugon didn't shut up soon…

Wait…

The games?

He frowned, and the Night Fury's interest peaked. Whatever was that Terrible Terror going on about? So, he raised his neck off the soft bed, and blinked blearily at the small dragon, whom was perched, once again, on a bed post.

'Ah,' Ryugon chirped, more than pleased. 'You're up, Alpha.'

Toothless sighed, shaking his ebony, triangular head of sleepiness. 'Do stop calling me "Alpha", please. It's just Toothless.'

His forked tongue slipping out quickly to lick his eyeball, the sky blue Stoker snorted a puff of smoke. 'Fair enough. As you wish… Toothless. Hehe. Toothless… What type of name is that?' Laughing quietly, the Terror paused, quickly catching onto his own words. 'Oh, dear me, that was rude. I don't mean to insult, but I must confess, Toothless, it is rather bizarre… Was it the work of your… Rider?'

The Night Fury nodded, smiling fondly at hearing that.

Ryugon crooned softly, scratching behind his horn, before jumping to his small feet, the claws gripping onto the gold-like post.

Toothless then spoke up, proceeding to lick his paws, grooming his scaly black pelt with a relaxed pace. 'So,' He said calmly. 'These… Games, you are so excited about. They start today? What are they? Where? I was not made aware that such an event was going on.'

'Ah, right. Those. Well… It's hard to explain, I'm afraid.' Ryugon paused, as if unsure how to continue- he probably was, though. He continued cautiously, treading his stream of words with the utmost attention. 'It'd be best to let you see it first, then have someone qualified- perhaps the Princess, or someone like that- to explain.' He then loosed up the edginess in his mood, chortling with his small, throaty, high-pitched voice. 'I'm just a measly servant of the Alpha.'

Toothless nodded, although a frown was on his features.

What could be so bad about it all...?

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Toothless stared down at his talons, sighing deeply. The dark dragon had been led to the BloodSport Arena, and was now perched on a ledge that overlooked the whole Arena. The smooth, black, polished stone ledge was encompassed by a golden rail that prevented anyone on the watch place from falling down. Two guards stood at the sides of the entrance, and Ryugon was perched on the rail.

Running his emerald eyes over the actual structure, much closer to it now, he could see how well-built it was made, the building made of a white, strong mineral he could presume was marble, or at least something close to that. The walls surrounding the grounds, though, were bleak, unflattering stone, the stone inner layer rising up to a tall height of what he estimated was around a good seventy feet. The width was even huger, around double that size, or even larger. The place was absolutely enormous- in fact, Toothless had high beliefs that a Red Death could fit on the field.

The BloodSport Arena was definitely dragon-sized, that, or, it was built by giants, although Toothless never had believed those existed.

Now in the broad, full sunlight, the sand of the arena grounds was as he had suspected- not normal sand. It looked silver, with an almost blue shimmer when the brightest rays of light glazed over it. Whatever it was, it wasn't anything the Night Fury was familiar with in the past. But on certain angles, it did appear white, albeit, very pale and greyish white. Toothless also guessed that it would be quite hot to stand on during the afternoon, so he wondered where the benefits of that stood.

He was now sat down on a soft, plush red (it had been dyed someway, and it was darn comfy) cushion, his tail wrapped around his paws neatly, wings tucked in close, glittering, ebony head lifted high with bright, calm eyes as shiny as the emeralds they drew resemblance in coloration to.

He was the epitome of majestic; regal, proud, strong.

He appeared as a perfect Alpha dragon, the King of Dragons. But deep down, he knew, he was far from that. He was nervous and scared by the display before him. What was going on? And who were all these dragons, rapidly filling up the stands, parking their hindquarters on the stone rows that circled around the field below? Their eyes, whether they be bored, excited, or just emotionless, all gazed down at the sand, as if expecting something… Or were they?

If they were, Toothless sure hoped it had nothing to do with the dragons chained up on the spiralling towers to the west. The once vacant pedestals were now occupied by dozens of dragons, the ranks made up of a huge variety of species.

He wrinkled his snout. Toothless wasn't sure if he really wanted to know how they ended up there, and, more specifically, why.

It was obvious they were prisoners, so the Alpha wasn't going to play dumb. They had done something horrible, and he could only presume this was the price they had to pay. A strange sentence, he admitted, but it probably wasn't just what was happening at the current moment- staring at a sandy field. Although, in full honestly, Toothless had never expected this place to have such a high rate of wrongdoers in their midst in the first place.

Then again, what did he know?

He'd barely been on the island for a day, and he had, so far, next to no knowledge of anything that was occurring around him.

So, that's probably mostly why his curiosity was peaked, seeing a group of Wyrdens (and looking from their sleek, dangerous and powerful figures, they were Raiders) act after a while of just sitting there.

They took flight, sharply turning to one of the pillars, and ignoring muffled shrieks of pain and terror, seized the trapped captive in their claws.

Another dragon swooped over, and with a growl to silence the writhing prisoner, unlinked a chain connecting it to the metal pole on the tower, which, upon closer inspection, actually also connected to the stone pillars on its right, left, back, and front, tying the prisoners in one huge, miserable web. It was architecturally, and rather ingeniously, a clever method of keeping all the prisoners from easily escaping- that was a guarantee.

But as they flew the prisoner further away from the towers of rock, and towards the arena, a foreboding, sickening feeling wormed its way into Toothless' stomach, rattling the depths of his mind.

With a start, Toothless' eyes widened greatly, just as more Wyrdens plucked another dragon from the pillars.

The selected dragons were shaking rather pathetically, and fruitlessly struggling- and being carried to the same site.

He knew a little about Romans, and in this case, he drew upon the concept of their Coliseums, and the gladiators that were used in brutal fights to the death, for the entertainment of their Emperor, and the crowd…

Oh… Oh no. They wouldn't… Would they?

But it sure seemed that was what was indeed happening, right there and right then. The Wyrdens dumped the two prisoners on the sandy grounds of the arena, and the two heads lifted to stare fearfully at the opposing beast across from them. The Wyrdens then proceeded to remove the dragons' muzzles and any linking chains that prevented movement of the head, legs, and tail, only keeping their wings restrained, so they couldn't fly away, the only escape to the near future, the soon-to-occur events- and if he was correct, and guessing where all the damage to the Arena walls came from accurately- then the impending doom would also be an agonising and bloody one.

Shit was about to go down in the BloodSport Arena- two dragons were about to fight to the death.

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Next Chapter: Chapter III- Death, Trapped In Stone Walls

A/N: Well, here's chappy two. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks to everyone who followed- means a lot. :)

NOTE; At the start of the story, I have also now included a Glossary for this story, because I've noticed how many dragon terms are in this.

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ShoutOuts:

midnightsky0612- Thanks! I'm really trying to go full-out on this one, because my other stories just sound crappy, looking back. :/ Thx for the review!

mypartnerHiccup- Thank you! And I shall, hopefully. Thx for the review, and yes, Dragonites unite!

[Guest]- Well, seeing Toothy here in the Arena- if it does happen, no spoilers- would be rather intense, if you ask me. Thanks for the review!

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