There is a legend among Dragons and Vikings about a small boy who after not being able to kill a dragon and going against his tribes view on the great beast that used to rule the skies, brought them together.

The boy with a heart of a Chief and a soul of a Dragon.

But does anyone actually know where this boy came from? Does anyone know why he couldn't kill that dragon? Does anyone know how a human managed to have a soul of a dragon inside himself?

Well I'm here to tell you just that. And it starts in a cave on the Isle of Night where the Alpha Female of a brood of Night Furies was waiting for her mate to come back from hunting with a worried look on her face as she was curled around her nest.

'How is this even possible?' Nyx asked herself once again as she looked to her hatchlings once again.

One was a perfect Night Fury cub all black spines just showing running down his back, claws scratching at the ground as he dreamt and tail wrapped around himself using it as a blanket for warmth.

The other was like nothing Nyx had never seen before.

Where its scales were meant to be, there was pink soft stuff and that was covering the entire hatchling. From what Nyx assumed was his head there were brown tuffs of... fur?

It had no spines down it's back. Nor did it have any claws coming out of his front paws that had sticks on them that were curled in on themselves as it had the smallest on in it's mouth. It didn't even have any wings!

It had also been shivering quite a bit so Nyx went looking around the cave for something to keep it warm, coming back with the sheep's fleece from last nights dinner which after she had watched it she placed onto the weird little hatchling, confused because dragons are not meant to feel cold.

After running these thought through her head once again, Nyx heard her mate, Artemis call from outside as he came in to the cave.

'Well here goes nothing...' Nyx muttered worryingly scared for what Artemis might do to the odd little Night Fury that's meant to be his son, curling around it a bit more.

'Nyx I'm back,' he said happily 'And I brought some food as well.'

'I'm in the nursery Arti'

Nyx called as she used her tale to cover up the cubs to keep them from view from the door 'The cubs have hatched...'

Suddenly rushing foot prints began to come towards the nursery and the Alpha of the pack came in to see the next generation of the Night Furies a smile on his face and glee and wonder in his eyes just like any father would have.

'Ok... First remember that both these cubs are your sons,' Nyx began slowly 'That means no attacking them, or shunning them, or exiling them or eating them.'

'Why would I want to do any of those things to my offspring Nyx?'

Artemis asked slowly coming forwards and sniffing the air.

Instead of answering, Nyx just took a deep breath, and lifted her tail to reveal the two cubs to their father.

Freaked out slightly Artemis backed up a bit as he spotted the wired cub next to it's brother.

Slowly he crawled forward a bit and began sniffing it, definitely smelling Night Fury on it and that those Furies were him and Nyx (at least that's something otherwise he would of surly killed it).

But even though it may smell like a Night Fury, and have Night Fury parents, it was clear as night that what ever it was... it was not a Night Fury.

'We need to call the Old Wise One to come and see this Nyx,' Artemis said stepping back and looking to his mate who looked relieved that he was taking this so well. 'Only she will know what Draco has planned for our cub for it to look like that.'

Not really wanting the others to know anything about this, but knowing that they wont get any answers any other way... Nyx nodded as she looked to the cubs again.