Attack On Titan
A How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction.
THE END IS HERE, AS THE TITANS SCREAM. IT'S A BLOODY EVOLUTION.
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CONTENT WARNING:
Strong Aspects of Violence, Blood and Gore, Death, Torture, Language, and Other Mild Adult Themes are Present throughout whole story. Those in bold are those that are present in the following chapter below.
VIEWER DISCRIMINATION ADVISED. Rated M for content above.
Chapter I:
Raid Under The Silver Star
A flock of Léthyru sung in the quiet of night, their cries soft and gentle, forming the eeriest of melodies.
Their lithe, long dragon-like bodies, ranging from sea green to fiery orange, fish scales to soft fur, glimmered faintly in the light of the Silver Star, high in the dark skies. Their beady pink, yellow or black eyes gazed upon the little town below.
Spreading its swallow-shaped wings, glittering with translucent, silver and gold studded membrane and feathers on the end, shone prettily, and it took flight.
Whispers of the dead murmured in the wind, ran under the Léthyru's wings and kept it aloft. The leaves adorning the many trees of the forest blew in the gentle breeze, and waves rippled on the ocean surface. It flew overhead the small town of Getriiaran quietly and smoothly. Lights glowed from within the houses, and soft chatter could be heard from within the Town Hall, resting neatly upon the hill to the north. Speeding up the pace, the creature, relatively the size of a small leopard, glided over the sea of resident's homes.
It landed with talons outstretched on a roof. Leaning slightly forward, it flapped its wings quickly, and then folded them against its sides. Tilting its head with a chirp, it blinked, and walked forward, sidestepping across the roof top. The Léthyru pecked at the wood with needle sharp teeth, located in its beak-like snout, void of any scales unlike its forehead and cheeks, covered in small, sharp scales.
Squawking, it fluttered its wings and hopped to the next house.
Its head raised and figure stiff, it listened to the faint growls of its flock of two dozen as they shifted in discomfort.
They listened.
Thud.
Hisses rose from their dark, lightly tinted throats, and people stirred in their homes, slumbers disturbed by light tremors and scary noises.
Thud. Thud.
Watching animals and critters scurry away, flying as fast as their legs or wings would carry them, only fuelled their dread.
THUD.
Stomachs dropped, and in sync, all of the island's individuals, from each person to every bug, cowered and shrank in their skin.
...The dragons were here, and they were more furious than ever.
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The lone man chuckled, watching the bloody, normally sickening chaos below. At its side, a massive, black beast stood.
It was utter, complete, and beautifully executed carnage.
In one house, a mother screamed, as talons brutally ripped the door off its hinges in one fell strike. A long, bright green neck snaked inside, the darker shade of its spines creeping into the scales, creating tiger-like stripes on its huge body. Its yellow eyes glowed as hot, liquid and napalm-like fire shot from its mouth, setting the house alight and licking the walls into ashes.
Streaking forward, its jaws clamped around a man, standing in front of his wife and their three-month old daughter.
The man in black armour watched, his eyes seeing through the building and singling out life forms, as the dragon tore the bulky man's head clean off the body, blood pouring from the neck.
The figure collapsed, the pinkish-orange light of his life form fading as the huge beast munched and crunched on the skull, the brain exposing and sliding down, trying to be swallowed. Somewhat disgusted, and wishing to mock the horrified woman, he spat out the remains of her beloveds head. There were tufts of hair here and there, an eyeball rolling off the tongue, and so on.
Snorting, the black beast on the roof turned its attention to elsewhere. The man's gaze followed.
They eventually locked onto the town plaza, where three bird-like, exotically coloured dragons were located.
They shot sparky, quick shots of fire in every direction, burning houses and people, running around, screaming, panicking. One woman had her entire chest and stomach melted away, exposing her bloody insides as guts slid out her collapsing figure, arm splayed out on the side.
In a way, that was both ironic and somewhat amusing to the dark duo, those victims were fortunate. While burning to death wasn't exactly fun, the fire of that particular species of dragon was re-known as one of the hottest flames out there, making it relatively quick. So, that deemed them lucky in this world and era.
Laughter came from the two, watching as death played before their eyes, horrible, lethal, torturous, slaughtering that led to Hel.
It was rightly so; the villagers had always gotten on the man's nerves, every time his father had dragged him along to a meeting, usually about how they could 'find and destroy' the dragon's nest. It had always been such a high, mighty task and goal in his bullied childhood and upbringing, but they knew better. There were more, so many more nests out there, and this was only one of those. In fact, it had to be one of the nicer, and smaller ones.
They were lucky, and fortunate, that they were only plagued by dragons, and not the massive, never-ending war of a thousand years that raged on to the present day. Apparently some of the outer islands were getting patrols of soldiers from the Talnuran army, since they were smaller and more desperate in the current time.
It was horrible, and a laughable war, was the current era. The Talnurans wanted to win, just to win, and the Sulcoras were fighting for fun.
Well, it was actually their leaders that wanted that, but it still counted- after all, a leader made its followers. He turned back to the massacre below; it was almost over, and he didn't need to say who was the victor today.
They promptly laughed, watching as some bored, two-headed dragon picked up dead, mangled villagers in their mouths, dumping them on the charred ground. They piled them, one after the other, drenching the pile in blood and guts. Pink melded with red, and black flesh, as one dragon decided to stick a (somehow) undamaged spear into the ground, and dragged a baby over it, skewering the screaming infant.
Soon, all of the huge, winged, fire-breathing lizards were in on it, until finally, it was done.
A massive, fiery red dragon stepped in front, the crowd of its kind parting way for the beast. The man's eyes lingered on the dragon. It had to be the Raid Leader. Raising its long, gruesome neck to the dark, smoking skies above, it savagely released a loud roar. The others followed, as they spread their massive wings, taking to the skies to return to their horrific nest and home, back to their waiting Queen, expecting a report of a successful and gore-filled raid.
The man turned to the beast beside him. The creature was, in fact, one of those who had just destroyed and murdered the citizens of Getriiaran, a massive, lethal dragon. However, it wasn't like the others.
No, it was much more intelligent, dangerous, and by far, bloodthirsty.
He could practically feel waves of rage coming from its mind, as he swung onto its scaly black back between the shoulder blades.
Grunting, he nudged its side with his foot, holding onto its neck as it took flight.
Its black scales, blending with the night sky perfectly, shimmered and gleamed with spots of blood, and the rider snorted. That was pretty impressive- it must have been the result of the large dragon that killed a pregnant lady mid-flight, near the roof they had been watching from.
Whatever happened next, he figured, would happen.
Fate had its ways, its purpose, and it even had likes and dislikes. For him, it was almost never good. Lately, life had been calm, but as soon as they returned home...
There was no doubt, though, it wouldn't be pretty, pleasant, or nice, in any form.
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Gliding down, the dark dragon landed behind the Markets, hidden from the view of society. The man slid off its back, now much more visible in the broad daylight of noon. Thankfully, no one ever questioned a passing dragon in the city, so the massive partner of the strange person was never really questioned. Some had tried to find out what species it was, but never got any where. They were smarter than that.
The man stood at a tall height of six foot one (6'1), and held lean, powerful muscle all over his body. This was covered by his dark clothing that matched his dragon to blend into the night sky.
He wore thin black clothing, and over that, cold, complex, shiny black armour, that was all hidden by a dark cloak that kept his identity completely secret. A hood was over his head, also casting a shadow over his whole face.
As he patted the dragon's thick, scaly, muscular neck, he snorted to himself. One person had once tried to reveal him, and he hadn't fought back when the hood was pulled down. Everyone had been expectantly staring, shocked and in disbelief someone would even try. However, that boy, only eleven years old and a troublemaker, had been extremely embarrassed to find it did nothing, as he wore a mask over his face regardless. All they learned was that his short, spiky when ruffled, hair was a brown-tinted auburn.
"I'll see you later, Bud." He murmured, his voice low and dark, gender unrecognisable by a voice-changing device implanted in the mask, but hiding affection for the beast. Nodding, it growled, nuzzled his arm, and ran off, stealthily heading off to the Underground Chambers they lived in, and despised with all they had in their cold hearts and minds.
Sighing deeply, he turned on his heel, ducking under a blue-green shade-sail to enter the bustling market-place.
He inwardly groaned at the huge amount of people gathered; it was Friday, and the first one of the month; of course it was crazy. Avalon, the city he had lived in for over 9 years now, was absolutely huge, and filled with people.
It had been even more filled when they had arrived, but... Well, complications had arisen, and unexplained deaths and assassinations were getting increasingly frequent by the month.
The population was now an eighth short of what it used to be, which was a shocking 4 million.
As he walked through the street, making his way through the crowds and pushing some aside to get there, he ignored the countless stares passed his way. Whispers and murmurs passed through the citizens of Avalon, more so for the newcomers, guests, or visiting allies. He couldn't care less- it happened every time, and for good reason.
They knew nothing of him, his past, his appearance (other than his dark cloak and his hair) his relations, where he lived, what he did, or even what his name was.
A couple of years back, they had dubbed him the 'Arcanus' which was the Latin word for mysterious.
It was rather fitting of a title, to be honest. He'd never admit it, but he sort of liked it more than his actual name... Mostly because it had always been hurtful- now, though, it was rather torturous, and not just plain embarrassing...
He reached the hidden alley, walked down, flung back his hood, and unlocked the door, before pushing it open and stepping inside, cold dread filling his veins.
...As he was about to be reminded, and brutally, at that. He was late. Go figure.
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He walked in, eyes narrowed dangerously behind the black mask. They glowed with a dim, green light, the pupils in narrow, inhumane slits.
A man stood in the centre of the cold, stone-walled and floored room.
Behind him, the shiny, metal door slammed shut, all on its own accord. He bit his lip, almost nervously, but by now, he was used to this sort of thing.
All because of the horrible man before him. His red eyes, his taunting, sweet smile, the sharp chin and jaw-line of his face, the dark hair and clothing, the silver dagger at his hip that had shed so much of his blood, and the light scar over his eye from the one time he had managed to fight back.
He had been punished severely for that, and it sent shivers down his spine, every damned time...
"About time you got home, Hiccup." The man growled, his eyes dark and emotionless, as always.
He circled him like a predator, and the masked figure, otherwise known as Hiccup or Arcanus, remained silent and still.
The man, his worst fear, his torturer, took the blade in his hands, running a finger down along its edge, sharpened to rival that of a Razorwhip's spines.
As he grinned slyly, Hiccup gulped, his heart skipping a beat. He stood back a little.
He frowned, tutting in disappointment. "Oh, dear. Has your time away caused you to forget the last 9 years? That I am your master? That you are mine, and mine only?"
"N... No... Of... Of course not... Ma... Master..."
"Good." He barked, sheathed the dagger, and strode forward, launching a foot to Hiccup's stomach before he could even think. Even with his armour, it wasn't any less painful, especially considering the fact his torturer's boot was made out of the same substance. It was like diamonds- only another diamond can damage it.
Yowling in pain, the wind knocked out of his lungs, he stumbled backwards, and braced himself for another well-placed foot to the abdomen, and then another, and about a dozen more.
He laid on the floor, coughing and shaking. The taste of blood lingered on his tongue.
That was going to bruise, badly, and the tall man, chuckling whole-heartedly, knew it. Clapping, the man turned, opening the door.
He called back to Hiccup, still gasping for air and splayed across the cold, unforgiving ground.
"Get up, you pathetic demon." He hissed, before switching back to a taunting, sweet, mocking tone.
"Oh! And don't forget you're due in Testing Room 3 tonight at eight, Hiccup! I expect you to be there early, so don't come late... You'll regret it, won't you, Useless?"
Hiccup groaned, nodding slightly as he started to get up. "Y... Yes... Master..."
"Aww, that's the spirit! Good work, my boy. Now, I shall be off to get some groceries, so you stay put and behave... Ta-tah!" He laughed, slamming the door close as he headed down the hallway, the resonating echo the followed, hurting his ears.
Sadly, that wasn't going to even cut half-close to what would happen that night.
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A/N:
Not much to say, as of now. BUT, I've been waiting to do this for a good while now, and LightningAndDeathItself218 has practically been dying to see this, so yeah, finished this chappy up for you Dragonites.
It's rather short, in comparison to what I intend to dish out for this story. So, expect more words and content in upcoming chapters... And some angst power, maxified.
What? I didn't rate it M for fun.
PS- Yes, for those who are probably wondering, the title is the same from the popular anime... Which I know nothing of. I just like a English Cover of one of the theme songs, the concept and what I know of the anime, and ya know, THAT NAME? It's fitting for the story... I dunno any more. Make what you want of it. XD
DRAGONITES UNITE! RTTE MADE ME CRY!
-Crystallion12.