A/N:
I'm back!
I was working on the sequel to Quiet After the Storm, but I got a little bit stuck, and decided to write something else for a little while. This is what I ended up with, and I hope you guys like it!
I got my inspiration for QuATS back when I was cycling home for school, so if you pictured it as a jigsaw-puzzle, I've got the outlines done, I only have to put everything together.
This story is a modernAU, so I'll just tell you once: Don't like it, don't read it. Well, that actually counts for the whole story, not just the fact that it is modernAU...
Here's a little prologue...
Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD
(Where's the button of the line-break-thingy?)
They say that music is a representation of ourselves. That every note has it's own word, and together they form your story. But everytime I think of that, I wonder what my story is. Probably some out-of-tune song, which would fit me perfectly. Outcast, useless… you name it.
My song used to be beautiful, as my mother would've told me. But she couldn't tell me anymore, and my song couldn't be beautiful anymore. I tried to compose a new song, I tried so many times, but everytime I got stuck after the first few bars. Da Capo al Fine. Start over again. Maybe this time, I would reach the Fine in complete harmony. But I staggered again. It's like somebody put a fermate where it shouldn't be, and I didn't know when to finish the note and move on to the next one.
And it all started when my mother's song ended.