A Sign Of Light
Chapter 1
Welcome to Berk. 12 degrees North of Hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. We find ourselves with a 5 year old Hiccup, his dad had told him tales again of the dreaded Night Fury, and of course, his long lost mother the night before. He had not gotten to the age yet where he would try to prove himself a dragon killer. But he had seen his fair share of Dragons, including the dreaded Night Fury, during one night, when he and his dad caught a glimpse of the beast when a night raid from the dragons was about to happen. So he knew what it looked like. But this was morning, with the sun high in the sky now. Sure some dragons were making their some minor trips, but nothing the Vikings of Berk couldn't handle, and they were on the farms on the other side of the island. Hiccup was making his way to the bakery today as his dad had told him to. Even if he was young, it was required of all the young Berkians to learn other tricks before training up on dragon killing. Bread making was actually something he was good at. Well, aside from smithing with Gobber. He even made a few tools that helped with Dragon raids, but they were the non-lethal pieces, since the lethal tools were Gobber's priority.
As he went about learning new ways to cook, he of course tried to interact with the other kids. Fishlegs was easy to get along with. Ruff Nut and Tuff Nut, well, his dad had told him to avoid the two when he could. Snotlout, of course made it his mission to one up Hiccup in some shape or form, either by tripping him, or trying to steal Hiccups work, and claim it as his own, but the Bakery owners knew better. Astrid, well, Hiccup had a crush on her, but was too shy to talk to her, and after one slip up, his nerves were too shaken to even approach her. She never gave him any grief, but from his perspective, it looked like she didn't even pay him any notice.
As the day went on, he learned some new fishing techniques, ways to start a fire, which was something he was scared to do, not wanting to burn down half, if not all of Berk. As he approached the middle of the day, something caught his eye. At first he thought it was a trick of the wind. But he watched again, and he couldn't believe it. There was a dragon flying by their lonesome. It didn't have the shape of any of the Dragons that usually make a grab for the livestock, but the figure was familiar. Something he had only seen once. It had the shape of a Night Fury. But that couldn't be. Night Furys only came out at night. And they were black. This was a white dragon. making his way through town, and to the outskirts, he followed to where he last saw the Dragon. But just as he was about to enter the forest, a familiar figure stopped him. It was his father, Stoick the Vast. "Hiccup, what are you doing out here on your own son? You're not trying to sneak off to find Fenrir again are you?" Stoick joked with a chuckle, remember his son's 4 year old imagination, last time he tried to sneak off.
Hiccup chuckled himself, "No daddy. I saw a dragon, and was trying to follow it. It looked like a Night Fury, but..."
"Son, you and I both know Night Furies only come out at night," Stoick stated.
"I know, but dad. This dragon looked like one, but white. You and I both know what a Night Fury looks like, but their black. This one was white," Hiccup assured his dad.
Stoick knew when his son was giving him imaginary tales, as kids his age often do. But he also knew when Hiccup was serious about something. And this was one of those times. He would have told his son to stop trying to make things up when not at home, but he knew this was a moment Hiccup wasn't making a story up. He could have tried to make many arguements to correct Hiccup's claim on what he saw, but every conclusion was a dead end. He stroked his beard with his fingers, as he did when he was in thought. He knew exactly what Night Fury looked like, and he knew Hiccup's mind was too sharp to be fooled and didn't forget what a Night Fury looked like so easily. "A Night Fury that is white? Are you sure son?" Stoick inquired.
Hiccup nodded he was 100% sure of what he saw. "A white Night Fury in the day? Hmm... I'll have to bring this up with the village council son. I believe you. We just need to make sure that our fellow Vikings are on the look out, in case it tries to attack. Tis odd it hasn't revealed itself to the whole of our village, like that regular Night Fury has. Not sure we can call it a Night Fury. What do you think we should call it son?" Stoick asked.
Hiccup mimicked his dad's thinking look, as he thought about it. "How about a... Light Fury," Hiccup answered.
Stoick chuckled, "Look at you, comin up with good dragon names."
He gave his son a pat on the back, and held his hand as the two made their way back into town. Hiccup looked back for a second, getting an uneasy feeeling something was watching him. But there was nothing there. So he looked back forward, figuring his mind was playing tricks on him. He didn't know that his gut was right. Something had been watching him. The dragon he had called a Light Fury had been watching little Hiccup while keeping herself camouflaged. Not for any menacing reason. She was curious about the little one. In her mind, he was only a tad older than a human's hatchling. That's what her kind called them. But he was so small, and the Human who was his father was so large. But she could not spot the mother anywhere. From what she knew. Dragon fathers, and the older Dragon boys patroled and hunted for food for their Dragon Kresh and the Queen of the area. But Dragoness Mothers and older Dragonesses kept eyes on the eggs, hatchlings and younger ones, to prevent them from wondering off or getting into trouble.
She wasn't entirley sure how Human mothers and other older girl humans functioned in their culture, but she figured they followed similar principals to Dragonesses. But this little human's mother had been no where in sight. How could the other mother humans just leave this little one to fend for himself while his father was out on what seemed to be patrol, and/or hunting with the stick that had a sharp shining end on it. She had to know more, but keep herself elusive if she were to even get remotely close. She just wasn't sure how. Seeing as night was soon approaching, and trying to keep her solitude, she made her way off the island for now, to not interfere with the Dragon raid, or get in the way of her cousin dragon type.
Meanwhile, Stoick had told the council about his son's find. At first they laughed it off, but when they saw how serious Stoick was about a cousin of the Night Fury, they agreed to keep an eye out for the Light Fury. All the kids in Hiccups age group made their own comments about Hiccups find. Snotlout bet he could catch the Light Fury, before Hiccup would even know about it. Ruff Nut and Tuff Nut stated they would be able to track down more Dragon types once they went exploring in the morning, even though they never headed for the outskirts of town. Fishlegs of course had a number of questions, like how fast Hiccup thought it was, or how big it was, etc. And Astrid, well, she had her own way of congratulating Hiccup as she came and punched his arm hard are before saying, "That's for wondering off to the outskirts on your own."
"Ow, okay, I learn my lesson, and," Hiccup was cut off as she pulled him to a table that had a plate full of food and drink suited for kids their age.
She gave him a noogie before saying, "This is for everything else you accomplished today."
Hiccup was speechless, Snotlout's jaw was agape, and Fishlegs, Ruff Nut and Tuff Nut all gave him pats on the back. Hiccup looked up to see his dad giving him a smile, and a nod of approval. Who knew discovering a cousin of the Night Fury would get him so liked?
End of Chapter 1. Let me know what you think. I figured I'd try something new with the Light Fury being involved, and revealing herself to Hiccup far before meeting Toothless. Let's see where the story leads. I'd like to hear your opinions in the comments. But please, no demands for updates, and no hate comments or saying I should keep to the original telling of the How To Train Your Dragon. It's called Fanfiction for a reason. You can state what your opinion is, but no telling me I must delete the story, or any vulgar comments. Constructive criticism is welcome.