Hey guys! This is going to be my first purely HTTYD fanfic. The idea I had was based on an RP me and my friends did. It involves our human and dragon OCs as the main characters, but the characters from the movie are also involved. The story takes place years after the events of the film. There is a lot of backstory involved with how things got to the point that they are at when the story starts, but I'm going to let you guys figure out what it is for yourself. All I'll say is that it definitely hasn't changed for the better.

Quick disclaimer before I start, I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or any of the canon characters, dragon types or places from the film. I do, however, own the characters Shade and Blackheart.

Now, enjoy the story!

Prologue

The fires raged all over Berk.

"We've got to get out of here," said the tall, brown-haired teenager as he paced back and forth in the small shed they had hid themselves in. "The village is beyond saving, Samantha; there are too many of them! How many of us are even left, anyway?"

"I don't know, Blackheart." said Samantha, a girl around the same age as him, who possessed average height and white, medium-length hair. "Stoick is dead, Gobber is dead, Snotlout and Hookfang are dead... I lost Hiccup and Astrid on the way here, and I never knew where Waldorf-"

Blackheart rounded on her. "Don't say his name! Don't even think about saying that traitorous bastard's name!"

Samantha's eyes widened. "What are you talking about…?"

"How do you think the Empire got in so fast without us knowing, huh? Samantha, he killed Nico!"

The words were like a punch to the gut for her. She stumbled backwards and fell into a chair, her silvery white hair falling over her shocked, almost blank expression. "What…? Why…? I don't understand…"

"I don't either," said Blackheart. "I don't know how anyone with a soul could do something like that. But it doesn't matter. Seth took him down." He sighed. "I don't know where he went, either."

Suddenly, a boy around the same age as them, with long, black hair, turned from his perch at the window. "Guys!" he yelled. "They're coming!"

"Are you sure, Misael?" asked Blackheart.

"Yes," Misael replied. "They're on their way here."

"Do they know we're in here?"

"I'm not sure."

"Alright… Time to get going everyone." Blackheart turned to the dragons, who were huddled in the corner. "Shade, Ashmore, Silvermoon! Time to go!"

Shade stood up, with his two siblings by his side. Of all the three, he was the smallest. But he could still hold his own.

"Come on, guys," said Ashmore. "Let's not let another one of us get killed."

"I still can't believe it… He's… gone…" whispered Silvermoon.

Shade pressed himself against her, licking her neck in comfort. "Come on," he said. "Mom and Dad might still be alive. We need to get out of here for them."

Suddenly, a huge explosion from directly outside their shack rocked the very foundation of the building. "Time to go!" Blackheart yelled. They all ran for the door, and just barely made it out in time before another fiery cannonball hit the shack. The building exploded, and the six of them dropped to the ground as a whirlwind of wood and fire flew out above them.

When the air cleared up, Ashmore was the first to get back to his feet. "Come on!" he roared. "Get to the woods!"

If they could get to the woods, they would have a chance at outrunning the imperial soldiers and escaping the island. There, they would meet at the rendezvous point that Hiccup and his friends had set for them.

What would happen then would be anyone's guess.

When they were all on their feet, they started to run. By now, a small group of imperial soldiers had noticed them, and had started to give chase. The dragons turned around, and with a few bolts of fire managed to take care of them.

The treeline was within sight. But as they got closer, Shade noticed something off to the side. A lump in the middle of the field, that as they got closer to passing looked more and more like a downed dragon. Panic spread through him, and he couldn't contain himself. He switched directions and ran for the fallen figure.

He was barely aware of the voices behind him. "Shade!" they yelled. "Where are you going?" but he ignored them. The closer he got to the lump, the more sure he was of his suspicions; it was a fellow dragon. As he got even closer, he recognized it as a Night Fury.

And then, his blood ran cold.

He stopped over the body, and leaned over it. The Night Fury was a female, and she was still alive- but only barely. Her wings were torn, and a spear was buried deep in her chest. The ground around was stained dark, crimson red with blood, which glimmered with the reflection of the moon and fire.

For the second time that night, his heart was torn in half.

"Mother…" he said, his voice wavering. He slowly nudged her broken body with his paw.

"Shade…" she said. She slowly lifted her head, and looked him in the eye.

"Don't talk, mom," he said, his eyes tearing up. "Save your energy."

She slowly shook her head. "Go on," she said. "Your father got out. Go to him…" her head slowly dropped to the ground.

"No," said Shade. "Mother, no!"

"Goodbye, Shade… I love you…"

And with that, she died.

"Mother!" he roared.

"Shade!" he heard Ashmore yell. "What is it?" His brother was getting closer and closer.

No, he thought. I don't want to see anymore. I don't want to live this again. Let me out!

Suddenly, the entire world went black around him, and he felt himself ascending. To what, he wasn't sure.

And then he was returned to the harsh present. He woke up.

This is just the prologue, of course. There will be more. Also, I know it's really short, and rather confusing, but future chapters will be a lot longer, and everything will make sense eventually. I'll try to get Chapter One up next Saturday! Until then, see ya!

P.S. I'd love to hear feedback, either positive or negative. Just don't be a jerk, okay?