Hi. so this is my fanfiction. If u didn't already know that. I need a name for it, so any help with that would be appreciated. Anyway, i'm only 13, so there is a load of room for improvement in this, And..i hope you enjoy it..
I don't own HTTYD: It wouldn't be awesome if i did D:
A small little girl was tucked into the corner. Chubby arms wrapped around the body of her teddy, though it reality it was a dragon, unlike all of the other kids who owned toys of bears and for some even chickens, because the thought of dragons scared them too much to sleep. She squeezed the dragon tighter, it was meant to be a monstrous nightmare, it was made to scare children, but this girl didn't care, she liked dragons.
Fires surged around the village, just a slither of wood away from her. The girl must have been about four, she was huddled in her house, with her back pressed to the walls.
She wasn't scared. Never was she scared when it came to dragons.
She winced as she heard the familiar grinding sound of a blade, she knew that must mean another dragon had fallen. She hugged her toy even tighter now.
Every day she had been promised a wonderful life, slaying dragons and being a bloodthirsty warrior. Parading through the village with her friend's heads held high. Even now they were so intent on killing the beasts. They would play of the fields. With stubby wooden weapons, or sticks. Rushing around, attempting to slay some kind of imaginary dragon. She joined in. But only because she had to.
Vikings are strong though and bore headed. They don't show feelings, that's what her mother told her, and her mother was always right? She always listened to her mother.
Claws scraped eerily against the door. Out of slight fear she began to suffocate her teddy. Her green eyes locked on to the door.
A great figure burst through, snarling and bearing its teeth. It glared at her intensely.
Wind weaved through the trees, they sung with the birds as the sun drew itself up past the mountains, letting its subtle glow taint the forest. The ice surrounding this dragon haven dripped slowly onto the surrounding meadows. Crying onto the lush green grass.
Gaggles of dragons glided in groups of five or six, sometimes more. Smaller dragons tended to hang around in family oriented clusters.
Venofangs, dragons that possessed wonderful deep violet scales and beautifully curved wings, circled the air above the highest tree in the woods. Screeching joyously and emitting a sound that would remind many of laughter. Though no dragon dared notice that they were picking fights with the Smokebreaths that crossed their path.
A group of Nadders were watching themselves intently in the morning waters, washing their scales with help from Sea-breeze, the resident Brine-biter, who popped her streamlined cerulean head out of the lake only to send a steady spray of water in the vain Nadders direction. The chattered, admiring their glittering spines. Though they boasted, squawking furiously, and shaking their tails and heads irritably.
A tiny flock of Terrible Terrors were squabbling over a cod sized fish one of the hunting Dusk Crawlers had dropped. An insignificant looking one with royal blue scales won the fight, she snorted in another Terrors face. Smiling smugly she hauled the fish along behind her.
Sky, the blue terror, scrambled up to sit beside a teenage human, fish still in tow.
The human was out of place, sat a little away from a small looking tree, reptiles swarmed around her, grumbling and snorting in their respective ways. The younger ones giving her quick second glances everyone once in a while before making their way past.
Gazing up awkwardly Sky beamed, her green eyes brightening into polished emeralds. Grinning teen gave the Terror a scratch on the back, the reptile gave a soft cat like purr in response, while nibbling on chunks of her fishy prize.
Sky had known this human for her whole life, and that was at least six years, or seven, she wasn't really sure. It blurred together in the nest.
Her blue scales shimmered softly in the sunlight, dulling every once in a while as a flock of dragons would fly past, blocking the rays.
The human was a good friend, even though they couldn't talk to each other Sky was sure that she was a good person. She pressed herself to the human's side, humming softly chugging back lumps of fish.
The cute female terror looked up suddenly, cutting her purring short.
A medium sided dragon spired in the air to her right. Its head was almost spade shaped, but had an angular nose. It owned four curved horns that continued form the top of its head, the two centre ones paled in size compared to the thicker outer ones, which looked to be about as thick as a human's wrist at the base. Primarily this beauty was white, but had variations of blue marking its body, splaying out like water colours against the caves of its scales.
Sky knew this dragon.
It cut through the air easily, with a slight twists of its tail, which had two bulky needle sharp bones on either side, arming the end of the reptile's body. Its spines were arched and serrated, standing upright on its back, making mincemeat of the air currents. It twitched it paw slightly, like it was walking through the air, before it dove down to land just behind Sky and the human. Narrowly avoiding the tree.
Sky paced jealous as the green eyed human turned her attention over to the newly arrived dragon.
The teenage girl leaned back, resting on the chest of the gentle creature that now sat curled around her. The reptile cooed happily, holding the black haired girl close.
Sky warbled dragging what was left of her fish over, and crawling into the girls lap. She plucked her head down tiredly.
'Are you jealous Sky?' The human chuckled lightly, giving the dragon a good scratch. The dragon nodded shyly in agreement, gaining a snot of a laugh from the dragon that was curled around the girl, Soul-blade, a Gale-Cutter, and a famous one at that.
On his first flight, when he was only six years of age, he stowed away with a scouting team that roamed the near Viking settlements. No one knows what happened, though varied rumors had surfaced, but they did know for certain that he bought back this girl, they called her Shade, Sky didn't quite remember why, if she recalled it was something about her being shy and sneaky when she first got here when she was five. Of course Sky wasn't alive back then, she wasn't even in the state of a little blue speckled egg.
They had since learnt that the human possessed a Viking name, she was called Aspen apparently, but everyone at the nest called her Shade, or at least those who spoke to her.
Soul-blade shook his snow while head at Sky while she rolled without pride on the floor.
'I will never understand you Terrors.' Soul-Blade chuckled, pulling the teen closer to him, fearing that the tiny reptile's insanity would rub off on the nests human.
Aspen sat back for a while, absently petting Sky and leaning into Soul's chest.
The eggs must be close to hatching now Aspen.
Her eyelids felt heavy, she had been up the previous night guarding said Nightfury eggs that a couple of Nadders had discovered three days prior to the Alpha's disappearance.
She had been keeping the eggs warm along with a flock of adolescent Dawn-Scuttlers. That was before another bang had sounded from outside, and once again, she had been resolving an argument between some Gronkles and a twin pair of Zipplebacks. Something about fish, Aspen wasn't really sure, understanding dragons was still a challenge, even if she had lived among them for twelve years.
She smiled slightly as her little blue terror snapped up the last chunk of her fish, burping out a small flicker of flame.
Her brain clicked. How long had it been since she had checked the area for fires? An hour maybe, or possibly it could have been more.
Aspen took a deep breath before rolling onto her feet. The forests behind her chattered softly, crickets singing in the dese bushes in chorus with a group of Storm-Chasers, which she thought had beautiful melodic voices.
When she was younger, she would spent many an hour resting on the branches of the magnificent trees, listening to the gentle cawing of the life at thrived within. I was always so relaxing, but she had found it a little hard to sit still for more than five minutes lately.
She started towards the chief tree of the forest, the one that had crowds of dragons rotating around it idly. Aspen began to climb up, using hanging vines as ropes to aid her ascent.
She could just ask any of the dragon for a lift up, but she didn't dare.
The great Bewilderbeast had been gone for some time now, and this set the nest on edge, fights and been bursting out everywhere, incinerating the unity that they once held. Though this changed nothing for some of the dragons, those who lead solitary lives. Such as Whispering-Deaths, Scauldrons, and Slither-Snaps nasty little mud hued dragons that dwelled in the furthest reaching swamps.
Dragons like Nadders had been hit the hardest, injuries were up, and forest fires were in their peak, after all a Nadders magnesium flame pretty much lit everything that it touched instantly. It caused chaos within weeks. But the biggest problem was answering the question, were was their king? That caused more arguments than the phantom food supply problem. Aspen however, was sure that dragons were hoarding their supplies instead of sharing as per normal.
'You don't have to climb.' Soul-wings voice echoed inside her head, as his wings took low beats behind her. It scared her sometimes, thinking that she was alone and had no body to talk to, the Soul would pop into her head, scaring the living daylights out of her.
The sun still sent ripples and shimmers through the water. It wasn't until Aspen reached the top of the tree that she replied to Souls comment.
'Getting dragons to carry me up will only cause conflict, no matter what the dragon. You know better than most how these battles are affecting our home.' She sighed, squinting at something in the distance, after she had steadied herself.
It was hard, the tree, whilst being old in age, as an array of other foliage sprouting up, or just getting in the way, such as moss. Whilst being horrible to eat, it was also a great burden when climbing.
A shrill squawk sounded and a bolt of lightning sizzled, destroying the most peaceful looking scene any of the three had witnessed in a while. A plume of smoke began to drift lazily near the figures.
Sky shook, before crawling up Aspens left leg and draping herself around the girl's shoulders like a scarf. Aspens hand reached up to pet the blue Terror softly, and Sky would feel the slight tremble in her movements as she did.
Aspen blinked again, trying to get a better view.
There was flame, bright dazzling, and rather life threatening flames.
At least five figures were a part of the. Five bulky dragons. They must be either Nightmares, Flame-Eaters or Earth-Breakers, all of which possessed ferocious fire power, and on top of that, it was in their nature to be arrogant, stubborn and 'hot headed.'
Aspen sighed. 'This isn't going to go well.' Sarcasm leaked through her voice.
'We've got to do something.' It was a soft whisper, but still screamed urgency. Sky agreed through her shacking scales.
So, what do you suggest? Soul prompted, pulling the girl closer to the trunk in fear that she might fall. He pulled her back lightly with his paw.
'I don't know. Who do you think would help?' She said, thoughtfully.
Soul stood for a second, giving it some thought. His eyes becoming cloudy looking, and incredibly wide.
Gronkles and Sea-Slicers will help, Sapphire might, Nadders are known for being loyal. The while horned dragon replied, he pulled Aspen and Sky further in from the edge. Gaining an annoyed snort from the pair of them.
'Okay, then lets sort this mess.'
Soul-blade was right. Some of the Gronkles did agree to help, considering the fight was on their territory. The Sea-Slicers however, were beginning their migration thus could not assist, as they frequently mentioned, a late migration could be disaster for their species. After all, the waters at this time of year were rough and merciless. Sapphire, however, was more than happy to aid them in a fight. The beautiful Nadder hadn't gotten enough fight training as of late, as she was guarding the eggs her older sister, Opal, and her brother, Quartz, and seemingly 'saved'. And after all, she possessed a kind heart and couldn't just let the Gronkles home become torched by those hot headed Stoker types.
The dragons glided by overhead, Aspen had insisted that she travelled by foot, her argument was still the same, though the others saw no risk in helping a friend, she knew how the dragons felt about humans, and those who didn't trust her would most defiantly take any chance they could to place her in a negative frame.
She swung nimbly from branch to branch, poised on her toes as she glided with the grace of a speed stinger. The growls and snorts on the quarrying beasts about three hundred more meters ahead of her. Though she had sent the others ahead.
By the time Aspen reached the clearing at least half of the trees were bathing in flames. The sky itself seemed ti be ablaze, though when she looked up, she noticed Sapphire torching the sky with her blindingly bright breath. She was opposing two bulky looking Nightmares. One was a crimson red, with hints of orange and yellow that made it truly looking like it was born of fire. However the other was primarily grey, though its colourations gave the implication that in no longer possessed flaming abilities it was burning brightly in the sky, making its scales look rather like clumps of ash the inferno had left behind.
Aspen yelled advice from the ground, unluckily for her, she had left her bow and her duel swords in the cave this morning.
'Soul, behind you' She howled desperately as a Flame-Eater twizzled up behind him, snapping at his wings with determination set onto its purple and brown coloured face.
He heard her just in time, and knocked his attacker away with ease.
Though Aspen didn't find it so easy to escape the grip of her attacker, as its claws encased her body.