Ch1

Mildew frowned at the sight of the creature, a huge slender dragon with feather wings and golden scales, it lay in its cage completely bound tight. Bright blue eyes staring at him with disgust, it unsheathed its claws from its catlike paws and bared its teeth.

Alvin the torturous smiled, "He's a beauty he is, took nearly the whole island to bring him in, shame about the other one though."

"Other one? You mean there was another one flying around?" Mildew shivered as he remembered the aftermath of the golden creature's capture; several men inured, shields and armor completely useless against claw and fang, whole trees ripped up and burning. Mildew had arrived in time to see its fire, pure and concentrated white heat that tore a smoldering hole in the ground. He shivered, luckily no one had been it by that.

Alvin smiled, "There were two of these feather wings, the other was a smaller white one. His mate I'd wager, had something on its back as it flew off into that storm. No way any dragon could survive a spray like that, unless they're a Scauldron of course."

Mildew huffed, "Well, if it does survive it'll probably never come back. Too much trouble here for it to deal with."

Alvin smiled all the bigger, "That's why we're gonna train this Day Fury, have him take us back to his nest. Wont that be a happy reunion?"

Mildew raised his grizzled white eyebrows, "Day Fury, why not call it a Feather Wing or something more suitable?"

Alvin growled, "His mate flew off as fast as that boy does on his night Fury, train this dragon and we'll have a dragon that's even faster."

The gold dragon pricked up his horse like ears at the sound of this, Alvin started laughing, "and since we're deciding names, what do you think we should call him, old man?"

Mildew shrugged, "Makes no difference to me, a dragon is a dragon and that's all I need to know."

The old man's sheep gave a bored cry stepping closer to the cage; the Day fury snorted wriggling in its bonds. Mildew thought a moment and turned away, his sheep not far behind, "but if you really want a name for him, how about 'Fang the day Fury', then he'll be the exact opposite of that boy's precious dragon, Toothless the night fury."

Alvin considered this, his face giving way to a dark sneer, "Fang, simple but frightening, I like it. We can start with him in the morning."

****8****

On the island of Berk, hiccup was out flying on his black dragon Toothless. Their favorite part of this route was racing through the maze of rocks overhanging the coastline, or coming up with new tricks. Hiccup was excited to try a move he'd been working on for weeks, it was something he'd come up with in case he ever had to doge arrows or a bola again. Like the last few times he had found himself on Outcast Island and got himself and Toothless tangled with a bola while dodging arrows.

Fly past, spin from arrows, flap up so they think you're going up, and drop fast, after that a quick swerve and a Plasma blast in the direction of the target so they can't reload in time.

Hiccup went through the paces, imagining every arrow and the three roped trap over and over. Toothless straightened out going for a landing. Hiccup adjusted the pedals on his saddle automatically, landing gracefully as only a dragon can. He shook his head, "Not ready yet, to many variables. We can't test it in controlled conditions until we figure out how we want to move."

Toothless purred, looking back at his rider, Hiccup could easily imagine him saying everything was fine. He smiled and scratched the dark scaled ears, "Yeah your right, we'll get it someday, then Alvin will never catch us like last time, not ever."

Toothless opened his wings waiting, Hiccup adjusted the pedals again, "Lets head back, I could use a break. And I bet you're getting hungry."

They took off, the wind picking up behind them. Farther back along the horizon, storm clouds were brewing, getting larger.

****8****

In the village everyone was boarding up their homes and getting their stocks built up for the coming storm.

Bucket a tall Viking with his namesake on his head was sitting moaning and holding his head. His friend Mulch, a stout little man who smelled like his namesake tried to comfort him, "Is that bucket getting very tight on you?"

Bucket moaned, "No, but it's still bad. Oh and long too. OW!"

Mulch patted his friend's back, Stoick the vast, chief of the island came up from behind, "I still find it strange that we're trusting a bucket for the weather. How long until it gets here?"

Mulch took a look at the bucket, having had more experience with the strange way of foretelling storms, "I'd say a matter of minutes, and it looks like this one will be a mild one compared to what we saw last winter."

Stoick was relieved to hear that, he didn't want to think what would happen if a hurricane hit the island. He glanced out to sea, the clouds were already in sight and getting closer. He could even see his son flying in on his Night Fury, "Right, see if you can help get some of the houses boarded up and get inside. I'm going to check on our food supply."

The chief left, mounting up on his Thundrum, Thornado, they flew up to meet Toothless and Hiccup.

"Dad that storm is coming up fast." Hiccup called worried.

"I know son, I need you to get the others to help, anyone still caught outside take them to the great hall."

Hiccup nodded just as a scream echoed through the air, Toothless and Thornado looking for the source, so franticly that both riders were forced to land.

"What in Thor's name was that?" Stoick yelled, struggling to get his dragon under control, "Easy boy, just a bit of noise."

Something flashed by falling fast in a flash of white, "Dad look!"

A large white beast spiraled out of the sky headed for the woods. Its mouth opened to scream the same sound as before. Their dragons both became upset, Toothless tried to take off, Thornado struggling to do the same.

"It landed just past the ridge; I'm going to check it out." Hiccup and Toothless were about to get up, Stoick's call stopped them.

"No, the village comes first, once everyone is safe then we can fly low over the forest and see what
that was."

Hiccup looked between the forest and his father. His curiosity nagged at the back of his mind, but he knew his father was right, "Alright, I'll round up the others."

It didn't take long to make sure everyone was safe inside, by then the storm's first drops of rain were pouring out of the sky. Hiccup dropped by his house to grab a few things before heading out over the forest. He noticed that his dad and Astrid were already on a head start, flying low to the tree line. He didn't bother to stop them; more eyes find that thing the better.

The wind made it hard to fly right, possibly why he didn't see the others out here, Snotlout wasn't dumb enough to fly out here without a reason, and Fishlegs was just too cautious (cough: scared) to anything of the sort.

They flew over a spot where the ground was furrowed; several trees were broken or knocked over in the same direction. Astrid spotted it first.

"Over here." she flew ahead, landing her blue and yellow Nadder next to a large limp form of something white and covered in mud and dust.

They all gasped as they took a closer look, slender body with catlike paws curled beneath it, a hornless horse like head lay with eyes closed, a stripe of blood coming from its nose, and on its back was the most amazing pair of wings they had ever seen.

"Its…not like any dragon I've ever seen before." Hiccup moved towards its head slowly, the scaly horse like ears twitched and it moaned. "Does anyone know of a dragon with Feathers on its wings?"

Astrid and Stoick shook their heads, Stoick noticed a large wound on the silver's shoulder, "Looks like it's been hit by something."

"Lightning maybe?" Astrid suggested.

Stoick shook his head, "No, this looks like something a bit more solid, like someone was trying to shoot him down. He needs help."

Hiccup reached slowly and touched the dragon's nose, the silver creature twitched opening its eyes a bit, "Hey there, its ok were here to help."

The dragon sighed falling back to sleep, the rain was really coming down. If they didn't fly back now they'd be stuck here until the storm passed. Stoick was already getting some rope tied together, "Let's get a harness made up for him. He won't last long out here."

"I brought some blankets we can use," Hiccup went to get them from Toothless's saddle bag; the black dragon purred nudging the silver dragon's hide.