The birds were still asleep and the sky was barely red before Astrid went to the Great Hall, still braiding her hair. She entered, swinging the braid to the side.

"Is he awake?" She asked. A small crowd of Vikings had assembled inside, and Ruff and Tuff came out. Astrid noted dryly that Ruff's hair was a tangled mess, flying everywhere. Ugh.

"Oh, he is. And what news he's got!" Said Tuff. And left it hanging on that irritating note. Astrid sighed, and walked through the crowd, who made way for her to get through.

"Oh, Chief! I am so glad to see you. I bring bad tidings. Dagur has escaped from the prison you so deftly put him in a few months ago. And he is heading to a ship graveyard I know of. It is where I keep all my wealth and treasures. You must stop him!" He gabbled wildly. Wow. An actual short story from Johann. Popped up in Astrid's head, but she shooed it away irritably.

"Johann!" Astrid snapped. "Calm down. Where is this ship graveyard?"

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Raven opened his eyes. H looked around, and found himself in roughly the same place as when he passed out. Sky was nowhere to be found. He tried to sit up, but his side screamed bloody murder at him, metaphorically speaking, and he fell back with a sharp inhalation.

Okay, what to do.

Here he was, lying on the ground on an unknown island with a wounded side, his dragon gone, signs of a very dangerous dragon around, and, to cap it all, no memories. He groaned. Why him?

But there were more important things to do than wallow in self-pity. He had to get up. But how?

It was then that the Terrible Terror wandered into sight, licking it's own eyeball in that rather disconcerting and worrying way that they have.

"Hey, little guy." Raven murmured softly. "Hey there." The Terror looked around, chirping. He held out his hand. No need to close his eyes for this one, Terrors were very trusting little dragons. He didn't know how he knew that, he just did. It flew into his head, like so many other thoughts.

The Terror pushed it's snub little nose into his hand, purring softly.

Okay. Oookay. What now? Hmm... He thought. Terrors love to play fetch, flew suddenly into his head. He threw a stick, and the Terror ran after it, with several others in tow for good measure. After a few minutes of hard throwing, he had one that would serve as a meagre crutch. Good.

Now, he needed to find Sky. He stood slowly up, wincing a little, and perched the Terror on his shoulder, thinking of a name.

"Sharpshot. How do you like Sharpshot?" He asked the Terror. The acid green Terrible Terror began to bounce up and down on his shoulder, obviously having liked the name.

"Okay. Come on, Sharpshot, let's go find Sky!"

From the darkest, most cavernous depths of my mind, comes this nice staller chapter. Sorry it's so short, I forgot about today being my release day and rushed it. I did yesterday's the day before if anyone is wondering. I think the days will just be Fridays and Mondays now, Two days in a week is reasonable, don't you think? See you, Night Furies.

Aquila out. (I think have fallen in love with this)

🦅—Aquila