(Normal pov)

Krogan and Enyo spotted a large fleet of ships flying sails of a large sword right down the middle of a dragon's skull; their decks filled to the brim with dragon traps and cages— all occupied by unfortunate dragons that had been caught by Drago's Trapper and Hunter squads. However their destination among the cluster was the massive ship in the centre of it all; nearly five times the size of all the vessels in its company. From their vantage in the sky they observed the crew lowering the cages down into the hold. Presumably to be given the armour that was required for all dragons in his army. Drago wanted to make sure that his dragons would come out on top in every fight.

The captain of the ship spotted them. He had been informed by Drago to expect two of his high ranking Dragon Flyers. He turned to one of the deckhands, "Tell Drago they've arrived." The man nodded, immediately heading in the direction of their Master.

The Singetail and Triple Stryke landed on the deck as a few men came over with barrels of fish to feed their dragons. Krogan was the first to dismount, walking immediately to the captain on deck. "Where's Drago?" He demanded in a firm tone.

"I just ordered one of my men to relay your arrival to him." The captain said, they waited no more than a minute before the deckhand returned.

"Drago requests that they meet him in his quarters."

Krogan needed no further conversation, stepping past the captain with Enyo close behind him.

"What's today's meeting about?" He heard the captain call after him. He also heard the rushing of feet to catch up to him.

"That's none of your concern, Captain." Krogan didn't slow his pace while answering the captain. It wasn't to be when the captain stepped right in front of him and staring him down. The two men were of equal height and physique. The only difference was their rank.

"I don't appreciate you arriving on my ship and treating me like I'm one of your subordinates Krogan."

"You are one of my subordinates. What Drago and I have to discuss is none of your concern. Your job is to make sure this ship gets from point A to point B. No more no less. I hardly see how that plays into what our discussion will be. Now if you will excuse me." Krogan made an attempt to move past him but was stopped when the captain grabbed him firmly by his elbow, Krogan groaned and stared at the captain.

"You may be the leader of the Dragon Flyers in this army. You may be of a higher rank. But don't you forget who controls the entire fleet. Who knows? Maybe one day our ships won't be able to make it in time to support you." He released his elbow and walked away, believing he got his point across. But just as he had cut off Krogan's path, his Singetail cut his path off; roaring menacingly and baring its razor sharp teeth at him; the smell of fish and blood present with every exhale, causing the captain to yelp in fear and back away from the Titan Wing dragon.

"And don't you forget who decides who lives or dies. And besides, I believe your first mate might love the promotion if his captain had an unfortunate accident with one of the dragons on deck." Krogan didn't bother of turning around to issue the threat. With a snap of his fingers, his Singetail backed off the captain, and moved back to his spot next to Enyo's Triple Stryke. Enyo had been watching the confrontation silently. She knew she didn't have to intervene. Anyone who attempted to threaten Krogan was either killed or given one warning. It was thanks to the captains rank that he wasn't bitten in half already.

The two Flyers continued towards the two lone doors at the end of the ship, below the upper deck. The same symbol on the sails was carved directly down the middle of the doors. Two soldiers rushed to the doors, opening them for Krogan and Enyo; closing them once they walked inside. The room was dimly lit. Night Fury skulls and swords were the two decorations hanging on all four walls of the room. At the far end was a single table with two candles and a mountain of a man facing it, peering over what Krogan assumed was a map of some sort.

"Lord Bludvist." The two Flyers bowed before their Dragon-God, Drago looked at his loyal soldiers and grunted in acknowledgement. The two rose and awaited their orders.

"How goes the search?" Drago asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Unfortunately we haven't found it. But rest assured we are utilizing every single man and dragon at our disposal."

Drago growled in anger and spoke. "Clearly, since that trapper is turning off course and heading to meet those two Berserker shits." Krogan inhaled sharply. Cutthroat going behind his back? Big mistake. "I know you would never disobey me, Krogan. Which is why I want you to cut off Eret and tell him to continue his search for the Stormcutter and its rider. I've also decided to send in help to search for the Screaming Death." The two Flyers look at each other then back to their Master.

"May I ask who my Lord?"

"Viggo Grimborn."

Krogan knew him. When Drago had first enlisted his services, he spoke of a device that would be the key to finding information and the location of every single dragon in existence. Even more possible - finding new species of dragons. And with new species, came new abilities, traits, sizes and most important of all—more weapons to add for his army. This device belonged to the Dragon Hunters under Grimborn's banner for centuries, but was lost years ago when their flagship, Reaper, went missing. Their current leader, Viggo Grimborn convinced Drago to let him search for the device. But that was ten months ago, and they hadn't achieved any progress since then. As far as Drago was concerned, he was done wasting one of his most valuable assets in his army in the pursuit of a lost device. He needed them aiding in capturing dragons for his army.

He needed dragons. And he needed them now.

"You and your Dragon Flyers will assist Viggo in finding and capturing the Screaming Death to add it in our army. You already know this dragon is considered an Alpha and can brake control of the others." Drago said, causing Krogan nod in understanding, he would not fail Drago in this task. "This is their location." Krogan walked forward as Drago turned around, placing a small map in his hand. "Give them their new orders and make sure they follow them to the letter. And deal with those two Berserkers. I'm their Dragon-God! If they disobey you again, they disobey me. I don't tolerate disobedience, if they cannot follow orders, dispose of them. Dismissed." Krogan and Enyo bowed. "Understood." The two exited Drago's chambers and walked back on deck.

"Viggo Grimborn. Of all the Hunters in the Archipelago, Drago had to assign him!" Were the first words Krogan muttered as soon as the doors closed.

"But Krogan, from what I've heard, Viggo is a professional Hunter and has the traits we want in a man: cunning, ruthless, intelligent, unforgiving, level-headed— and extremely proficient in all forms of fighting— sword, axe, archery— the list goes on and on."

"It's his older brother I'm more worried about."

"Ryker? But isn't he just another suitable hunter?"

"If he had a brain in that thick skull of his? Yes." They reached their dragons, going over to make sure everything was in place for their flight. "Ryker's a wild card. Listens only to his younger brother. No respect for anyone else." After making sure everything was in order, he hauled himself onto his dragon, while Enyo did the same.

"I still don't see why you're worried. If Ryker is afraid of Viggo, he wouldn't be a huge issue being kept in line."

"You left out a few traits when you were describing Viggo." They took off, setting a course in a south-easterly direction. "He's unpredictable, manipulative, a natural-born tactician. That makes him dangerous— to his enemies and his employers."

"But he wouldn't dare act out against us or Drago, will he?"

"If he had the army and the dragons, he would. But truth be told, I'm uncertain about his true actions, which is why when we meet him, I advise the utmost caution around him. Do you understand?" When Enyo looked into his eyes, she saw something she thought she'd never see in Krogan's eyes— fear. Small traces of it, but it was there. His uncertainty of Viggo was just a mask hiding his true emotions. Whoever this Viggo character was, he truly was someone who should never be trifled with.

(Hours later)

"Viggo." Said man looked up from the map on his desk, seeing his brother entering his tent. "We've got dragon riders approaching from the North, but their leaders dragons stand out above the rest."

"What dragons are they riding?"

"Titan Wing Singetail and Triple Stryke." Ryker watched his brother cast his gaze down, noticing the brief crumpling of the bottom of the map. Viggo stood up straight, running his hands through his hair while taking deep breaths. "Should I warn the archers?" Ryker asked, Viggo waved his older brothers question aside.

"That won't be necessary, brother. It's them." Ryker knew them all too well from their last encounter.

"What will ye' tell them?"

"That we haven't found our property, of course. There's no point in lying to people that can see right through you after all." He held his hands behind his back as he walked out. Dusk was setting in on his island; the orange and red rays painting a beautiful backdrop against the dark blue and purplish night. Soon enough Krogan and Enyo appeared in the centre of the crater and descended to land right in front of him, while the Dragon Flyers stayed in the air awaiting their orders.

"Krogan! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Have you found it yet?" He asked while adjusting his saddle; his back facing Viggo.

"Unfortunately no. However, if you give me a little extra time I might—"

"Your time is up. Drago wants you on another assignment." He said, finally turning around. Viggo glanced at his brother before replying.

"I don't understand. Won't our device aid Drago in his conquests? Why would he have us halt our progress?"

"If there was any progress to begin with." Krogan closed the distance between them. He continued before Viggo had a chance to interrupt, "It's been ten months Viggo, and you still have no proof that this device even exists. And Drago has only so much patience... as do I." Krogan glared at the Hunter Chieftain, causing Viggo to clear his throat before he spoke once more.

"That is why we are trying to track down these thieves who stole our property. However it is difficult considering only high-ranking members of our tribe knew about its existence; it doesn't help us now that they're all dead."

"Some by your hand, I imagine." Krogan already knew. There was no point for Viggo to respond to that. "Drago is assigning you to another, more important task. You are to aid two of my other associates in locating and capturing the Screaming Death. Here is their location." He handed him a map. When Viggo opened it, his eyes glanced to the red circle, presumably where his associates were.

"A Screaming Death?" He folded the map and handed it to Ryker. "That's a rare dragon, is it not?"

"Hatches once every one hundred years. There have been supposed sightings here and there, but we need more men on this. And Drago trusts you will bring a much needed level of experience in hunting this dragon."

"And what about you Krogan? Are you on board with his decision?"

"It doesn't matter what I think." Krogan replied quickly. "It's Drago's order and as his second-in-command, it is my duty to carry out his orders. Now, do you accept your new task?"

"It's not like I have a choice in the matter. My men and I will be off first thing tomorrow morning." He turned around, ready to retire to his tent before Krogan called out.

"One more thing, Viggo..." The Hunter looked back at him. "....this is Enyo. She will be accompanying you on your hunt and will be sending weekly reports back to me." Viggo gazed at the female. Black hair, skin color was white, she had a thin frame, throwing knives strapped to her thighs, a sword at her hip and bow and a quiver full of arrows at her back—effective in close and long range combat. Age couldn't be no more than mid twenties. A warrior in her prime. He also conducted a quick look-over of her dragon. She would be a welcome asset to his army of Hunters.

"Rest assured you will still be in charge of the hunt. She will just make sure that you stay on task— and to keep my other two associates in line. You can rely on her and her dragon in battle as well. She will follow your orders, but, and I can't stress this anymore than I can— you and your men do not take advantage of her, am I understood?"

"I would never think of such preposterous actions Krogan. Besides I don't see why you're worrying. She'll fit right in among my men." Krogan gave him a once-over, staring him down to make sure he was telling the truth. Viggo projected nothing but calmness in his silent interrogation, meaning there was no point for Krogan to stay any longer.

"Report to me once you reach Cutthroat and Dagur." He told her. After she replied with firm 'Yes sir!' He climbed onto his dragon and took off, on a course back to Drago along with his Flyers.