Hey there! RePsicopata/MelReader here! this is oficcialy my first story, so please don't kill me! hope you like it.

so, I'm spanish speaker and I translated it, original Spanish version here: s/8920738/1/El-espíritu-del-invierno-y-el-chico-con-el-dragón. Also, I'm going to send it to a beta, so expect few changes later.

"What goes together better than cold and dark?"

I could feel my strength getting bigger. They were beginning to believe in me. I welcomed this new sensation eyes closed in flight. I felt capable to create a snow storm that could destroy an entire city and kill all its inhabitants burying them in ten feet of pure ice.

I didn't bother to anyway, it didn't suit me. I decided, however, to be carried away by the wind to the south and leaving a trail of snow and destruction behind me.

My destination was still several miles away, so I stopped distracting myself by the landscapes underneath me and rushed over. Luckily, it was in the same hemisphere in which I found myself. Going through the equator was an effort almost supernatural: the heat was unbearable and I couldn't bring my powers to lower the temperature.

Now that I thought about it, with this new force that I gained from the people who now believed in the winter spirit, maybe I could get through without problems. Even create a blizzard. I considered that tempting challenge a couple of minutes until I realized I was late.

Noticing that the landscape changed abruptly, as if in the middle of the forest I was flying over had an imaginary line across and a fire had attacked the green in one of the sides, and had charred and reduced it to ashes. I ordered the wind to let me down into it. How many times had I flew by and still couldn't get used to the dead vegetation nor the dry air, which seemed to go through my eyes into my veins and made my blood run cold and sinister. Everything there was screaming "look at me".

Having lost the fear I had had all those times I entered it before —or so I thought— I disarmed the path I had to take and headed for the only place where no sane spirit or guardian dare to enter.

I looked away in all directions as I went, not for the fear of being followed —'cause the mere thought of it seemed impossible—, but because I loved that place. It was strange how a place so dark could be so beautiful at the same time. I found it fascinating to think how fire, deadly as it was, could leave that kind of destruction greater than any storm I could create, even with all the children of the earth believing in me.

Daydreamer as I was, I almost got lost by eleventh time, if it were not for the fact that my feet moved alone to custom. And before I came to realize, I found myself at the clear I headed to. Amid the gray was a frame of a bed without neither sheets nor mattress, decayed by time and abuse and the more I looked at it, the more decayed it seemed. I dug my way through the light seared brush into the center of the clearing. I circled around the bed and crawled underneath it, lifting dirt and dust that got into my nose and almost made me sneeze. There, the entrance to the cave was waiting.

I dropped to the infinite hole into the darkness feeling that I would never touch the ground again. My heart was throat high and fear came over me as I realized once again that I didn't feel any of my limbs. I couldn't even feel my staff in my right hand and despair took over me at the thought that I had lost it. Without that thing I couldn't fly and my control of snow and ice was almost none. I'd never get used to that feeling of emptiness that caused me going through that entrance.

Suddenly, as if the gravity had changed places before I knew it, I was standing in the tunnel. I quickly regained sensitivity in my body. However, I held my staff with both hands to make sure that there it was, in my power. The intensity at which the ice was forming where I was holding it was such that it came to be the only source of light in that strange passage.

With my eyes overly open to take as much light as they could, I started walking towards one end of the tunnel. It didn't matter which one of the directions I take, both would lead me to the same place. With so little amount of light, I hit my shoulders several times against the wet and cold (even for me) stone walls.

The darkness was too much for me to bear, the silence was absolute, and both were beginning to drain my sanity. I had the need to mutter any kind of words to fill this lack of noise. I wasn't able to hear my own footsteps, just the echo of them several meters ahead. My movements were getting faster and more desperate, if possible. The lack of coordination that that caused me made me hit my body against the walls more often. Why didn't the damn tunnel end already? I started to get scared. What if there was no end and I was trapped in that darkness forever, running to nowhere? Or worse, what if the end turned out to be an impenetrable stone wall?

My instincts took control of my actions and I started running. The staff was shining with such intensity that blinded me to see it. But for some reason the tunnel seemed to consume the light, and it didn't reach beyond my hands. Small snowflakes landed on my face and all over my clothes: I made it snow without knowing. The tunnel wasn't finishing...

Until I finally saw the light at the end of it. All my fear would be vanished only if I reached it. I ran with all my strength, with long strides, panting, my chest and legs aching from the effort. And it was over: I was inside the lair.

It was lit who knew how; and giant bird cages hung from the ceiling that who knew how many things would have been locked in there. The gravity would change places depending in where you were: you could be standing on the ground and after three steps you could be walking on a wall. Finally something I was familiar with.

I was on a ledge about seven feet long. It ended in a cliff that I wasn't sure if it had a falling of four meters or forty. With my eyes I set my destination —a corridor that seemed out of the ruins of a castle— and jumped.

The power of my staff raised me a couple of feet in midair and allowed me to land gently on the stone. I walked cautiously over the structure 'cause —although it was firm— it gave the feeling that it could collapse at any second and leave me buried in a huge pile of stones. Every now and then I passed near the cages that were hanging by the sides. Most of them had bones on the floor, rodent bites and were covered in dust and rust.

No gravity changes took me by surprise; after all it was the only thing that I got used to in all that time. At one point I turned around to see where I landed and figured that I had walked at least sixty feet and crooked eighty degrees, more or less. I tried to visualize myself standing there, as something illogical that remained upright on the wall.

I turned back to continue my way, but my eyes fell on a dark figure: a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed all in black. His angular gray-skinned face revealed a smile that had white but messy teeth. His golden eyes looked at mine in a grin of relief.

The Bogeyman had been waiting for me.

okey, for those who read until here *hugs tight* I know this chapter's short and very disorienting, but i'll try to put the basics in the first chapters and also make them short to i can update more frequently.

I'm also aware that Hiccup doesn't appear in this chapter, and I think he would not do it in the next, but i'm not sure. I don't even know myself. But he WILL

thanks a lot and please leave reviews :)