How To Save A Dragon - (Mythological Dragons Crossover Part #2)

The demigods strode through the lands, axes in hand, and no particular direction in mind.

The winds had been favorable that day. Ocean breeze nipped at the arms of the demigod as he strode forward, not a single soul in sight, apart from Leo.

There weren't particular landmarks that pinpointed if they were going in the right direction or not, but he allowed his half-godly senses to do the task for him. On another note, the elflish Latino boy kept himself busy with the metal debris in his hands, molding it into what appeared like a tiny version of Festus before he was beheaded, heated the metal, then pressed down on it like Play Dough.

He hadn't remembered that Vikings had an arena for dragon training; his last proper visit to Berk had been so long ago. So, he had no clue as to what to expect.

"Oh shut it, Pirate Boy."

He also didn't expect that.

Both half-bloods turned to look at one another in surprise, Leo's hand swaying midair with a piece of molted metal in his hand. "Did you say something?"

Percy shrugged. "It wasn't me."

Rounding a set of large trees, the pair found themselves near the edge of the tall island. Near the cliff, the son of Poseidon could see a large pile of what looked to be freshly chopped wood, metal encasings and tools littered across the dirt floor. In contrast to the area where the Vikings were setting up camp, this piece of land had minimum to no amounts of grass, no trees, and was strangely plain. Certainly a good place to build something large.

Leo then elbowed his friend. "Hey, look. I think those are the recruits Astrid talked about."

He followed his pointed finger at the rubble, and sure enough, three figures were hunched about near the supplies. With newfound purpose, the demigods forged onward, only to stop when an animalistic growl rang out behind them.

In a fraction of a second, Percy's hand encircled Anaklusmos, the ballpoint pen growing in size until it became a leaf-bladed sword, glinting against the daylight sun. Leo, seeing as he had left his utility belt in a backpack, settled on the slightly molted piece of metal and raised it in the air, ready to fire if there need be.

Percy would've gone for the axe in his other hand, but he didn't say anything.

What stood before them, was obviously a dragon. A creature he hadn't seen before.

It was medium-sized, a bit smaller than Toothless for sure. The beast had large spikes that ran around its entire body, but most notably its sleek back. Rows of razor sharp teeth blazed at the demigods' direction, making Percy even more cautious that this was the kind of dragons he'd come to know as completely wild, not tame.

Dark purple scales shone with the Sun's rays as the dragon let out a piercing roar. Percy's demigod instincts kicked full-force as he took on a defensive stance, sword raised in precaution, but tried his best to reason with the dragon before him.

"She's going to kill us," he spoke to Leo above his shoulder.

Leo's brown eyes widened. "Excuse me... she?"

A new voice pierced through his mind, "Fish... I smell fish."

Then, he remembered. Hiccup had told him that dragons usually ate fish. And, he'd been told by monsters before that his scent was definitely one related to fish.

So, now he had dragons out there who wanted to eat him. Great. Just great.

"I'm sorry, but there's a long line of creatures who want to eat me already," he replied as he brought Riptide closer to his chest. His response must've taken the dragon by surprise, because she stopped growling and her slitted eyes widened.