I can't believe I'm doing this.
But after seeing the Dreams Of Estorra Teaser Trailer, as well as recent episodes, I've realized that I must.
This story (If you could even call it one) is one that I've only been writing in bits and fragments.
Like, when you're too lazy to write the other ones.
So don't mind if the chapters are small.
This story begins as an AU, and later...
Well...
We'll have to see about that.
So, without further ado...
I give you all...
The beginning of another fanfiction.
"Abigail, this is amazing! I didn't know you could do this!" a brown-haired, dark-brown-eyed, 25-year-old boy yelled, his friend spinning with him through the air.
"Neither did I, Fredrik!" Abigail, a golden-brown haired, green-eyed, 24-year-old girl, replied, flying through the air on a broom at astonishing speeds away from a black-charcoal castle. Fredrik's grip on her arms growing increasingly tighter as their speed and height increased.
"Can you slow down?!" Fredrik yelled into the wind.
"I thought dragons were the rulers of the skies!" Abigail teased, daring her friend to challenge her statement.
"We are," Fredrik said shakily, looking at the ground, "I just don't want to be dropped from 50,000 ft. in the air when I can barely control my powers."
"To shay," Abigail said with a laugh, soon adding, "Well then, if you don't want to be dropped from 50,000 ft., then how about 40,000 ft.?" She then, with lightning speed, dropped altitude and flew upside down, causing Fredrik to lose his grip on her broom.
"AAAAAAH!" He screamed as he fell, almost hitting the ground before transforming into a dragon and catching the wind.
Abigail laughed, floating down to his altitude.
"That wasn't funny, Abigail," Fredrik scolded in his dragon form, but began to chuckle at seeing how hard his friend was laughing.
A moment after the laughter died down, Abigail grabbed hold of Fredrik's claw, "Come on, we should get back. Any longer and your mother might notice you're gone."
"I know," he said with remorse, transforming back into a human and hoisting himself onto her broom, "But I wish we could spend more time together other than these short trips we have in secret."
"I do as well," Abigail replied sadly, flying back to the South-Eastern Dragon Keep, "But we both know that would be almost impossible."
"Almost?" Fredrik questioned with a hint of a smile on his face, knowing what her answer would be.
"In a different time and place, we're together. Because of this, I know that we'll be able to show the world our love for one another, if not now, then later." Abigail absentmindedly stated.
"Well, if you're also suggesting for us to run away, we would have to change our appearances," Fredrik said jokingly, comparing his white princely attire to Abigail's black witch robes.
Abigail laughed at his statement, "Ha! As if that would happen!" They both began cracking up, but it died down as soon as the Keep came into view.
Abigail used a perfected potion to make herself and Fredrik invisible. In doing so, they flew past the guards without incident. Landing on the balcony, they went inside, drinking some milk to become visible again.
Not daring to make any noise, Abigail pointed at a purple stone around her neck, and Fredrik pointed to an identical stone attached to his white coat, signaling they would talk to each other later.
With that, Fredrik did something unexpected. He walked toward Abigail and hugged her, as a form of goodbye. Abigail's eyes opened wide in surprise, but they soon closed as she embraced him, as well.
After what seemed like an eternity, Abigail stepped back and broke their embrace. Even though they both saw in each other's eyes that they wanted to stay like that, Abigail had to leave before they were caught.
She waved goodbye to Fredrik, and using the last drops of potion, disappeared from sight just as the sun began to set behind her.
It was if they knew that for a long time, they wouldn't be seeing each other again.