( ): Narration

The night is clear and bright as we begin our story at an island in the middle of the Parisian Archipelago. The ocean pushes and pulls its waters away from the shore as the night is slowly turning into day.

(This is Miraculous. It is 12 days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It is located solidly on the meridian of misery.)

A large wave crashed onto one of two viking totems marking the entrance to the island's harbour, and onto the beaches below the island's cliffs housing the large village of vikings. Near the edge of the cliff, rested the livestock farms where the village got their non-seafood, and where the livestock is peacefully grazing in the early morning light near large windmill farm houses.

(My village. In a word, strong. It has been on this island for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.)

A walking distance away from the farms lies the village of over 200 houses, sitting on top of raised plateaus and smaller cliffs, allowing each house a nice view of the ocean. Torches lit up the paths to each plateau, while multiple bridges lead to the numerous catapults surrounding the village for protection. Above it all, the Great Hall was carved into the tallest mountain peak in the village with giant oak doors closing it off to the elements with two large statues of vikings holding giant torches flanking the doors, with the stairs leading up to the door, fire pits lining the sides of them.

(The only problems are the pests.)

In the livestock field, two sheep were grazing next to each other, when one of them was suddenly snatched up by large claws and taken away. But the second sheep didn't care and merely moved to the spot where the snatched sheep was a second ago and grazed the grass in its place.

(You see, most places have mice or mosquitos...)

Over in the village, a boy woke up to a commotion just outside of a house near the livestock farms. The abruptly awoken boy had green eyes, messy golden blonde hair combed away from his eyes, with fair skin that had a slight tan to it, and peach-pink lips. His attire was a white unbuttoned leather vest to his mid-thigh, with a long-sleeved black tunic of the same length as the vest underneath it, cinched at his waist with an electric green sash, with blue pants and brown boots with black fur lining the top of them. On his right hand, was a thick silver band with a circular surface, surrounded by a lining and it had four pointed diamonds on each diagonal side of said lining.

The boy raced downstairs and opened the door to the house, only to be greeted with the sight of a herd of sheep and their shepherd running away. At the sight of the fleeing flock, the boy was confused as to why the sheep were loose from their pen in the first place.

(We have...)

Not a second after the shepherd was out of the boy's view, a giant King Monkey Nightmare flew in front of the boy's line of sight. Shocked, the boy just stood at the door long enough for the dragon to see and spew fire at him. Thankfully, the boy got over his shock and closed the door, pressing his body up against it, before flames from the dragon licked past the outside of the door and creeped past the cracks of the door to reach the inside of the house. The flames ended up just missing the boy as he calmed himself down from the near-death experience.

(DRAGONS!!)

Outside of the house, the dragon from before breathed a stream of fire onto a paddock of livestock and scared the sheep, causing their shepherds to try to catch them.

(Most people would leave. Not us.)

More dragons come swooping down from the sky and snatch a few of the fleeing sheep with their claws and fly away with them. The shepherds immediately try to stop them. One even goes as far as hanging onto a sheep in retreating dragons claws as it tries to fly away.

(We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.)

Another viking hangs onto another dragon while pounding its face with a large war hammer as it flies into the village and bucked him off. Back at the house, the boy from before ran out of the burning front door and toward the commotion outside as the raid picked up.

(My name is Adrien.)

As the boy, now revealed to be Adrien, ran away from the burning house and towards the action, the viking that was bucked off of the dragon, fell from the sky, and right in his path, startling him.

(Great name, I know.)

Adrien tries to move left around the fallen viking, but is blocked by another viking wielding a large axe as they run the other way. Attempting to go the other way didn't help either as the hammer belonging to the fallen viking landed right in his path. Thankfully for Adrien, the viking recovered and picked up his hammer before heading back into the action.

(But it's not the worst.)

Adrien continued running from the house, his excitement rushing through him as he passed under a log that two vikings were lugging on top of their shoulders.

(Parents believe that a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and kwami's.)

But when Adrien passed underneath the log, another viking walking with the vikings carrying the log noticed him. Shock filled the passing viking's features right before he bonked his head on the log, causing the vikings carrying it to drop it, letting it roll away while the viking dropped to the ground. Adrien turned around at the commotion behind him and winced at the mess he unintentionally made. Another viking knocked into him, while a dragon was coming towards Adrien from behind. He turned around just before it blasted at the ground near a fleeing viking, which threw Adrien backward from the backlash, making him fall onto his back on top of the soft grass.

(Like our charming viking demeanour wouldn't do that.)

While Adrien got his wits about him again, the viking the dragon blasted at crouched on top of Adrien, his beard smouldering a bit in a few places, and an axe in hand.

"(ROAR) Morning!" The viking on top of Adrien cheerfully greeted, before he leaped off of Adrien, and back into the battle. Adrien soon followed in suit and started to run to the village square via one of the many bridges connecting the numerous plateaus. While on the way, he passed by several vikings on their way to the battle, all of which told him the same thing: 'Get back inside!'. To their dismay, Adrien ignores them as he makes his way to the plaza. But when he gets there, a dragon flies overhead and spews a jet of flame right in his path.

"ADRIEN!" a viking near Adrien yelled, right before the blonde boy ran right into the path of the flames and was pulled away to safety. Adrien was left surprised at the sudden save as he hung in the air while the viking held him up by the collar of his vest, only to realise who had saved him.

The man who saved Adrien was tall with platinum blond hair pulled into a spike at the back of his head, icy blue eyes with glasses sitting in front of them, and fair skin alongside his current hardened expression of interrogating fury. His attire consisted of a white tunic to his ankles, cinched at his waist with a black leather belt with silver studs embedded into it with a large belt buckle, engraved with a dragon's head, sitting right in the middle of his waist. He also had red pants underneath his tunic, with black leather armbands to the elbow, black boots with dark red fur lining them, and a dark red fur cape sat on his shoulders. The cape itself was held up by two large metal shoulder pads, with the one on his right shoulder engraved with a peacock and the one on the left was engraved with the same design as his belt buckle. But that was the least of Adrien's concerns at the moment when his savour began asking...

"What is he doing out..." the viking questioned the crowd around him as Adrien hung in the air, wincing when the older viking addressed the others. He seemed to be very concerned as to why Adrien was there, pointing to him while he spoke, leaving the crowd exasperated that Adrien is out in the attack... again.

"What are you doing out?!" the viking questioned, turning to place his focus onto the hanging Adrien.

"Get inside!" the viking ordered as he placed Adrien back onto the ground, and pushed him away before looking up at the sky at the raiding dragons.

(That's Gabriel the Strict, chief of the tribe.)

The newly introduced Chief Gabriel looked to his right as a dragon carrying a sheep in its claws, passed by his field of vision.

(They say when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.)

Gabriel then grabbed a tipped over wagon next to him, and effortlessly chucked it at the fleeing dragon, disorienting it as the wagon smashed to pieces.

(Do I believe it? Yes, I do.)

The chief then rolled his shoulders and turned around to face another viking next as they ran up to him.

"What have we got?" Gabriel asked the viking, wanting to know what they were up against.

"Carapace Gronckles, Multimouse Nadders, Purple Viperion Zipplebacks, Rena Rouge Timberjacks, Pegasus Hackatoos. Oh, and Damocles saw a Papillon Nightmare," The viking reported, but right when he finished, a dragon spewed a jet of fire next to them, causing the vikings in the area to lift their shields to protect themselves. On the other hand, Gabriel just stood there unbothered as he looked up to the sky to see any other types of dragons, while a spark of fire landed on his shoulder pad, but he seemed unconcerned.

"Any Chat Noir Furies?" Gabriel asked as the spark lit up half of his face, giving him an ominous vibe.

"None so far." the viking finished as he lifted his shield to address Gabriel's question, while still keeping himself protected from random fire blasts.

"Good." Gabriel said as he swept off the spark on his shoulder pad, while still looking up at the sky as the raid got worse.

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"Hoist the torches" A viking shouted as Adrien was running across the plaza towards a blacksmith shop, adrenaline flowing through his veins. In response to the command, the vikings in the plaza lit up the torches and used cranks to raise them into the air to help them see the dragons flying through the sky and to keep them away from the food the village collected.

Meanwhile, Adrien made it to the blacksmith shop, and as he went in he passed by the blacksmith as he worked on a bent sword.

The blacksmith was very beefy and strong, with a hammer for his left arm up to his elbow, and a peg leg replacing his right foot to his knee. He had slightly combed-back black hair with grey sideburns to the bottom of his face, blue eyes alongside fair skin, and a metal helmet with thin long horns going up to the ceiling sitting on top of his head. His attire consisted of a black vest to his mid-back, a blue tunic underneath that was tucked into black pants, along with black boots with dark blue fur lining, and a black cord wrapped around his right arm like an armband to his elbow.

"Oh! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off" the blacksmith greeted before he used his hammer arm to pound the red hot middle of the sword he was working on. Adrien rushed into the back of the shop, shedding his vest off and grabbing an apron off of a rack, before quickly tying it around his waist.

"Who me? Come on, I'm way too muscular for their taste." Adrien bantered as he finished tying the apron on and headed to the back of the shop where the blacksmith kept his numerous arm attachments-which included, a file, a pair of tongs, and a war hammer, while the rest were near Gorilla for when he needed them-all held up by hooks with some empty as they were where the blacksmith kept his tools. The boy then lifted a spiked hammer arm attachment to the wall and put it on the lowest hook he could reach and turned to look back at the blacksmith.

"They wouldn't know what to do with all of this." the blond joked as he smirked and flexed his left bicep.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" a tough looking woman walking out of the back door teased as she carried a box of metal scrap to the blacksmith.

The woman was slightly muscular while she stood at an average adult height. She had pale skin, dull blue eyes, and black hair with the left side of her head dyed a bright red colour, pulled back into a bun that sat in the middle of the back of her head, away from everyone's front view of her, while a piece hung over her face. Her attire was of black pants with a slight purple tint to the fabric, black boots with vermilion dyed fur lining, a long sleeved red tunic tucked into her pants, and a long sleeved jacket of the same colour as her pants buttoned up till only the top three were left open to show her red tunic. On her arms rested black metal arm guards while custom made metal glasses with black and red striped frames sat on her face.

Meanwhile, Adrien ran to the front of the shop, as the blacksmith switched his hammer for his tongs attachment, racing to open the shop for the vikings protecting the village.

(The meathead with the attitude and interchangeable hands is Gorilla. The woman helping him out is Nathalie. They are the town's blacksmiths and weapons specialists.)

Adrien opened up the front of the stall and started taking in the broken weapons vikings placed on the counter of the repair request window. While Gorilla continued to fix the sword he had been working on since Adrien arrived, the blond hauled the broken weapons to the fire pit next to Gorilla, and began to prepare them for the blacksmith to repair them.

(I have been their apprentice since I was little. Well littler.)

Adrien moved to the pump behind the fire pit, and began to push it down to stoke the fire pit to heat the metal of the weapons to make it easier for Gorilla to fix them. While he did that, Nathalie had moved to attend to the vikings placing their broken weapons onto the counter to address their amount of damage and how quickly they could be repaired.

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At the edge of the plaza, Gabriel was now armed with a shield and a large hammer and was ordering some of the vikings to help with a counterattack against the raiding dragons, while some of them were moving the sheep away from the raid's main disaster area.

"Move to the lower defences. We'll counterattack with the catapults," Gabriel ordered and immediately the vikings he was with started running down the path to the next plateau, with some of the vikings carrying the sheep to safer ground. When most of the group was halfway down the path, a dragon shot a stream of fire at a house above the path, causing it to meltdown on them as they ran.

(See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.)

The debris from the flaming house just missed the group as they picked up their pace.

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Back in the plaza...

"FIRE!" A viking near the burning house shouted out, calling for help to try and save the house. At the shout of a fire, a group of teenagers come running to help, wheeling a tanker full of water and buckets hanging on pegs on the side of it. The group consisted of seven teens, three girls and four boys, all carrying a bucket of water to put out the fire.

(Oh, that's my best friend, Nino.)

The first boy of the group rushed to the fire, carrying a large bucket in his arms as he went.

He had short dark brown hair, dark skin, moderate orange eyes with black-rimmed glasses in front of them, and a dark red metal helmet with small grey horns sticking out from the sides on top of his head. His attire was a simple bright blue tunic, cinched at the waist with a brown leather belt and tucked into dark grey pants, along with dark grey boots with grey fur lining the top. On his left wrist was a bracelet with a light-green stone shaped like a turtle, with the string tied on the head at one end and the tail of the other end to make the loop, alongside five triangle and edge carvings on the turtle shaped stone.

(That's his girlfriend, Alya.)

After Nino ran to the fire, the first girl came right behind him with her own bucket of water to put out the fire.

She had darker skin, greyish gold eyes with black horn-rimmed glasses, a white spot decorating each side, a mole above her forehead, with wavy and reddish-brown ombre hair, growing slightly past her shoulders with brilliant tangelo tips and tied into a low ponytail at the nape of her neck to keep it away from her eyes. Her attire consisted of a white tank top; underneath an orange button-up vest to her waist, with a V-neck to show off the tank top underneath, cinched by a dark brown sash belt. The belt also held up a dark orange leather skirt, with golden studs running up to the belt and back down to the edge of it, to just above her knees, a light brown jagged-edged underskirt two centimetres longer than the top skirt, with blue pants, strips of dark brown leather wrapped around her arms up to her elbows like armbands, and dark brown boots with white fur lining the top of them. She was also wearing a necklace that had a gold chain with a white-tipped orange fox tail pendant attached.

(That's Nino's cousin, Max.)

As Alya ran to the fire, the second boy in the group came out from behind the tanker with his bucket.

He was a short slender teenage boy, with a medium-brown complexion, coily-kinky brown hair, and moderate tangelo eyes with glasses in front of them. He was wearing a simple green tunic to his waist, cinched at the waist with a slightly green tinted black sash belt, tucked into dark brown pants and dark brown boots with light brown fur lining the top. The glasses sitting on his face were dark brown with rounded frames and no visible framework to sit on his ears, with five tiny turquoise studs on the bottom of the right lens to add a bit of colour.

(Kim.)

Max carried his bucket to the fire as another boy followed behind him, carrying a smaller bucket compared to the others, towards the fire.

The third boy had dark brown hair with quaffed up blond tips, storm grey eyes, and tanned light brown skin. His attire was a red tunic to his waist, tucked into his black pants, with strips of black leather wrapped around his arms up to his elbows like armbands, a dark grey belt was wrapped around his waist, and black boots with dark grey fur lining the top, covered his feet. Resting on his head, was a metal helmet with small ram horns attached to the sides, while a thin gold circlet with the ends curled into spirals right above the part of his eyebrows sat on his forehead.

(The twins, Luka and Juleka.)

While Kim ran to the fire with his bucket, the second girl and fourth boy came after him, carrying the same bucket to put out the fire together.

The girl was slender, standing at a medium height with pale skin, brilliant red eyes, and coccyx-length black hair with dyed moderate mulberry tips at the end and bangs covering the left side of her face, braided into a side braid that draped over her left shoulder. Her outfit was a black swan-necked tunic with a sea green lined collar going to her thighs cinched at her waist with a sea green sash belt, purple pants with rips above the knees, black boots with dark purple fur lining, and blue-violetish black strips of leather, the right ends halfway up the forearm while the left is slightly shorter than the right one, wrapped around her arms like armbands. Sitting on her head was a black metal helmet with two sets of thin dark purple horns on the sides, the top set shorter than the longer bottom ones. On her right hand sat a moderate orchid panjas bracelet, with a centre spherical magenta gem with a brilliant light apple green tiger paw print inlay on it. One side had four rose gold chains attached to it connected to a ring of the same colour for each finger, while another rose gold chain was attached to the opposite side of the jewel that connected to a large, rose gold hoop which serves as the bracelet part.

Meanwhile, the fourth and final boy was tall and slender, with a Roman nose, pale pink lips, luminous cyan eyes, and medium-length black hair with dyed cyan tips. His own attire was of a greyish-cerulean vest on top of a strong blue elbow-length sleeve jacket, with a white tunic underneath and tucked into black pants ripped at the knee, alongside black boots with white fur lining on the top and black leather arm guards up to his elbows. Resting on his head was a black metal helmet with two sets of thick blue horns on both sides of it, with the top set being shorter than the longer ones at the bottom. On his right wrist, resting under his arm guards, was a brown leather bracelet with yellow and orange leather wristbands, alongside black earrings in his ears. Sitting on his left wrist was a sea green ouroboros bracelet, with a snake that could be slid back to reveal a jewelled yellow forked tongue inlay, divided into five parts, while a black ring with silver outlining occupied his left index finger.

Just as Juleka and Luka begin to fight over who got to toss the water onto the fire, the last girl of the group comes up behind them as she runs up to the fire with her bucket.

She had shoulder-length black hair with blue reflections pulled into low twin pigtails, bluebell eyes with pale skin, and full pink lips. She was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt to her waist, which was tucked into pink pants and cinched at her waist with a charcoal leather skirt with silver studs running up to the top edge and back down to the bottom edge of it that ended just below her knees, with a pale pink petal underskirt an inch longer than the leather skirt. A belt of silver flowers connected on a thin silver chain was wrapped around her waist with a small pouch sitting on her right hip attached to it, while strips of charcoal leather were wrapped around her arms up to her elbows like arm bands. On her shoulders were thin silver shoulder guards with pink metal flowers thinly outlined in black metal on the clasps connecting them to her shirt, and black boots with white fur lining the top. A pair of black stud earrings sat in her ears, while a thin black leather kransen with silver studs embedded along it sat on her forehead, right underneath her bangs. Sitting on her neck was a dark grey circular pendant necklace, with lighter grey markings and five pink diamond mice inlays lined up in a circle on the front of it, a light orchid pink bead above the pendent as it hung on a leather cord of the same colour as the bead.

(And that's...)

The last girl doused part of the fire on the house with the water in her bucket before turning around, facing the blacksmith stall in the process. But as she turned around, a dragon shot fire at the burning house, exploding the building behind her while she walked away, creating a fiery background behind the girl as she walked away.

(Marinette.)

Adrien stared at Marinette with amazement from the blacksmith shop as she seemed to be slowly walking away from the explosion. A lovesick expression soon replaced his amazed look as he stared at his secret crush, who in his opinion seemed more beautiful in the light of the explosion than she did a few seconds before the building behind her erupted in flames. But then the moment was interrupted when the rest of the group came into Adrien's field of vision, all with scowls on their faces.

(Oh, their job is so much cooler.)

As the group of teens ran past the blacksmith stall, a suddenly ambitious Adrien tried to sneak out through the 'receiving repair' window and go to help them. But before he could, Gorilla grabbed him with his left hand, the metal tongs replacing his previous forging hammer, and lifted Adrien back into the stall and hung him in the air.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Gorilla asked as he held Adrien up in the air, while Nathalie walked over as the blonde tried to convince them to let him out in the action.

"Oh, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark!" Adrien begged the adults as he hung in the air. But unfortunately for him, Gorilla and Nathalie weren't having any of it.

"Oh you've made plenty of marks," Nathalie argued as Gorilla placed Adrien back onto the ground.

"ALL IN THE WRONG PLACES!" she exclaimed as she gently jabs her finger into Adrien's chest, pushing him back into the shop. Due to his stubbornness, Adrien wouldn't give up just yet.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date with Marinette!" Adrien pleaded, pulling the crush card on Gorilla and Nathalie since they were secretly hopeless romantics and thought the two of them would be good together. But it did little to convince the blacksmith and weapon specialist otherwise.

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe," Gorilla listed all of the things Adrien had difficulty with on his right hand, while using the tongs replacing his left hand to count them.

"You can't even throw one of these," Nathalie finished as she lifted a bolas from behind the counter under the 'receiving repair' window. Just as she finished, a viking that had come for a weapon took it from her hand, spun it around to gain momentum, and then threw it at a Carapace Gronkle. The bolas hit its mark and wrapped around the dragon, trapping its wings, and making it crash-landed in the plaza. Back in the blacksmith shop, Adrien was still trying to convince Gorilla and Nathaile to let him out.

"Okay, fine," Adrien agreed as he went to the back of the shop, towards what seemed like a covered wheelbarrow. But it was actually an invention of Adrien's design, a catapult that could launch a bolas at any target Adrien wished to catch.

"But this will throw it for me," the boy finished as he placed his hand on top of the invention. But a second after he did, the invention went haywire, and opened up to reveal the crossbow-like catapult. The boy's invention immediately shot a bolas out the 'receiving repair window', that ended up hitting an unsuspecting viking right in the middle of his forehead, knocking him out and further cementing Gorilla and Nathalie's reasons to not let Adrien go.

"See? Now this right here is what we're talking about!" Gorilla exclaimed as he and Nathalie walked towards a guilty looking Adrien.

"Mild calibration issue..." Adrien stammered out before Nathalie interrupted him.

"Look, Adrien! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons," Nathaile began as she pointed out of the shop towards the action as she spoke.

"You need to stop all... this," the weapons specialist finished as she circled her hands in Adrien's direction, which just confused the poor boy.

"But you just pointed to all of me," Adrien pointed out..

"YES, THAT'S IT! Stop being all of you," Gorilla stated, trying to tell Adrien to be more like all of the other vikings in the village, and less like himself.

"Ohh..." Adrien exclaimed as he caught onto what Gorilla and Nathalie was saying.

"Oh yes," Nathalie confirmed while Adrien still tried to convince them otherwise.

"You sir are playing a dangerous game." Adrien threatened as he pointed at the adults, still trying to convince them.

"Keeping this much raw vikingness contained?" the blonde continued, using his hands to make it seem like he was gathering something, then mushing it together as he spoke. Gorilla and Nathaile just listened to him drone on with a straight face. They were used to this by now.

"THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"Adrien exclaimed as he raised his right pointer finger into the air before getting close to Gorilla and Nathalie's faces, hoping that it would convince them. But unfortunately, it didn't.

"We'll take our chances," Nathalie replied before turning around and grabbing a sword from the 'receiving repair' window.

"Sword. Sharpen. Now," the weapons specialist comanced before she dropped the heavy weapon into Adrien's arms. After she and Gorilla leave to continue their work, Adrien lugs the weapon towards a spinning grindstone.

(One day, I'll get out there.)

When Adrien reached the grindstone, he placed the dull sword onto it and started to sharpen it, making sparks fly off of the metal that lit up Adrien's face as he held it steady.

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(Because killing a dragon is everything around here.)

Outside of the blacksmith shop, a bunch of different species of dragons were looking around the lower plateaus of the viking village for food or livestock.

(A Multimouse Natter, or Rena Rouge Timberjack head is sure to get me at least noticed.)

A group of Multimouse Nadders and Rena Rouge Timberjacks were corralling a flock of sheep to trap them easier, or breaking into a sheep paddock and taking one each in their mouths before trying to catch more. Once some of the Nadders and Timberjacks got some sheep, they flew away with their quarry.

(Carapace Gronckles and Pegasus Hackatoos are tough. Taking down one of those will definitely get Marinette interested in me enough to be my girlfriend.)

Below the Nadders and Timberjacks, a Carapace Gronkle and Pegasus Hackatoo ran towards a line of drying racks, holding a plentiful amount of fish on each. The Carapace Gronkle grabs a rack of the dried fish in its mouth and flies off, while the Pegasus Hackatoo just takes the dried fish off of the rack in its mouth before flying off with the Gronkle.

(A Purple Viperion Zippleback?)

Meanwhile, a Purple Viperion Zippleback was right on the farmhouse on the same plateau as the other raiding dragons, with one of its heads spewing gas into the open skylight of the house. As the first head was spewing gas, the second Zippleback head opened the door to the house and ignited the gas with its sparks, causing the house to explode as it flew away.

(Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.)

The Zippleback flies past one of the catapults surrounding the village, which just so happens to be the one Gabriel was on as they got it ready to fire.

"They found the sheep!" A viking on the catapult exclaimed as Gabriel placed his hammer on the floor above the turning wheel underneath the catapult, in order to aim it, before addressing the viking that saw what happened.

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank," Gabriel ordered as he got behind one of the giant pegs to turn the catapult wheel, and pushed to aim the catapult at the group of Nadders and Timberjacks going after the sheep. Once it was in position, they got ready to launch the boulders that the catapult had ready.

"FIRE!" A viking shouted. Right when he said it, another viking launched a large boulder right at the flock of retreating dragons, hitting them right smack dab on their bodies and disorienting them.

(And then there's the King Monkey Nightmare.)

A large silhouette flies by Gabriel's field of vision, causing him to look around to see what it was.

(Only the best vikings go after those.)

Suddenly, below Gabriel and at the base of the catapult a spout of golden flames suddenly ignited, lighting up the area above the base. The flames slowly started to creep its way up to the vikings using the catapult, prompting Gabriel to grab his hammer and look off the edge of where he was standing to see what the source of the fire was, a scowl appearing on his face.

(They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.)

The King Monkey Nightmare suddenly burst through the platform underneath the one Gabriel was standing on, covered in the same golden flames from before. Gabriel scowled at the dragon as it started climbing up towards the catapult, ready to attack.

"Reload!" Gabriel told the others, before turning to face the dragon.

"I'll take care of this," the chief muttered before he started to battle the dragon, managing to hit it twice in the face with his hammer, before it tried to bite at him.

(But the ultimate prize...)

As the dragon reeled back for another attack, a screeching roar filled the air, causing the dragon to run away as it got closer and louder.

(Is the dragon that no one's ever seen.)

When the dragon fled, Gabriel looked up at the sky in slight panic to find the source of the screeching roar.

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Meanwhile in the village, Adrien was still sharpening the sword Nathalie had given him when the screeching roar filled the entire area. He immediately forgot the sword and made his way to the front of the shop to see what was happening.

(We call it the..)

As Adrien just reached the front of the stall, the other vikings stopped their fighting at the sound.

"CHAT NOIR FURY!" A viking exclaimed in a panic as the screeching got even louder.

"GET DOWN!" another viking ordered, right before he raised his shield above his head, with the others following in suit as the screeching came to a head. A second later, the flaming catapult Gabriel was on was blasted with a bullet of green fire, destroying it.

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A second after the shot was fired, a dragon silhouette flies right above the catapult, offering a glimpse for the spectators in the village.

"JUMP" Gabriel shouted to the others on the catapult, jumping off himself as it started to fall apart in a flaming mess.

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Adrien was in awe at how powerful just one blast from the elusive dragons was and tried to get a better look at it from the shop.

(This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and...)

A few seconds later, the dragon blasted at the base of the catapult, destroying it even further before flying across it for a second and disappearing into the night sky again.

(Never misses.)

Adrien stepped backwards in awe of the dragon's power but then got an idea.

(No one has ever killed a Chat Noir Fury. Which is why I am going to be the first.)

The blond ran back into the shop, and grabbed a set of tools to start recalibrating his invention. He was going to get the dragon... No matter what.