11 years ago…
The sun had just gone down on the tiny island of Berk, and everyone was settling in for the night, except the Night Watch of course. The Night Watch scanned the night sky, searching for dragons. Dragons and Berk, well, those two things went as well together as hay bales and a torch. Two dark shapes flew above the island of Berk, A nightmare flying at about five hundred feet, the other one, a night fury , flying at about a thousand. Neither being detected by the now half asleep night watch.
Moxtili Thurkear Striker was flying over one of the human nests that they raided to feed the queen. Tonight was special. It was the first time his older brother would allow him on a raid, which was a huge step for him. It was a sign or maturity to go on a raid, only the coolest (or the ones who beg their older brother enough) were allowed to go.
"I'm finally on a raid. This is so cool!" he screeched joyously, earning him a glare from an older NightMare.
"Stupid Flame-Skins, what do they now." He mumbled the derogatory term for their race, and not wanting to get in trouble, he stopped mumbling and added sarcastically,
"Oh we're supposed to be quiet. Right. Sorry" Embarrassment flooding his face. Thank the great mother his scales were black, they couldn't know he was embarrassed.
"Come On Moxtili, play it cool. Your grown up now, no more silliness. On a raid, I'm the leader. It's my duty to- ha, duty - to protect them. They depended on him to get this right.
Wanting to prove himself, he decided he wanted to be the one to get the party started. he decided that catapult over there didn't look too friendly. There was the signature sound of a night fury preparing to fire, which awoke everyone (including the night watchman), and then the catapult, and much of the platform it was on, was gone.
Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear Striker was watching his younger brother carry out his first raid on the Two-Leggers from the top of a near by mountain, which had a surprisingly good view of the action. It seemed to be going very well; they'd collected at least four sheep and there was minimal damage to the settlement itself. I mean, what would happen if our food source died off? The Queen would probably go back to eating dragons, and that was not a good idea to think about.
At just a couple months old, his little brother, a Night Fury, as the Two-Leggers called us, was able to fly gracefully, was able to fire that signature plasma blast,and was easily faster than any Nader, while diving. He wasn't worried about Moxtilti Thurkear Striker's fighting capabilities at all. In fact, that was the least of his worries. He was more worried about that rascal's Inexperience in the field, he had a gut feeling his brother would do something stupid, but his brother was keeping an eye on could swoop in on a moment's notice and help little brother out if things got too bad for him. It'd piss him off, knowing his brother had felt the need to supervise, but he would be alive, and that's all that matters.
Moxtilti Thurkear Striker was surveying the little island in front of him for any more possible threats, like Catapults or Watch Towers. As a Night Fury, it was his job to remove them, so the rest of the dragons could do their jobs and get the Queen food, so the dragons themselves would not have to be food. Moxtili saw a catapult loading a rock to fire on a Nightmare that he was close to.
"Oh, hell no! No one tries to kill a dragon under my protection, even if it was that one" he thought to himself. Then he dove straight down, aiming to take out the catapult and save his friend, without even bothering to look at what was one hundred feet directly below him.
As he prepared a shot, the signature whistling of a Night Fury filled the air.
All at once the Two-Leggers on the ground stopped whatever they were doing, whether it was fighting a dragon or rushing to get water buckets for fires, and looked to the sky, hoping that when they looked up, there wasn't a purple bolt of energy heading towards them.
"Night Fury! Get down!" one of the Leggers called, he couldn't tell which because they all looked so small from here. All the other Leggers hit the deck or jumped behind the largest object they could find, hoping to at least slow the impending bolt down a little in case it was aimed at them.
"Ha! Look at them! All jumping behind wagons or barrels! What are they afraid of? Night Furies never kill humans, so why do they fear us so much?" Moxtili thought to himself. It was too bad he didn't see the Gronckle flying below him…
There was an audible crack that filled the air as Moxtili's left wing hit the Gronckle, and as the shot he had been preparing missed the catapult and blew up a small house near the outskirts of the town. Moxtili tried to control his descent, but with one of his wings nearly shattered, that was all but a possibility.
He crashed hard through the roof of the house that his shot had hit. As in, REALLY hard.
He felt his other wing break on contact with the earth and immediately knew that he'd be stuck there, grounded in the middle of this Two-Legger nest, until his brother came to get him. Moxtili tried to push himself to his feet, and received a cry of pain for his efforts.
"Who's there?" A deep, rough voice, and a human one, too.
"Oh, shit!" thought the little one, using a word that he shouldn't know at three months old, but things tend to happen when you live with a brother three years older than you (which for dragons, is almost adult age) and have no parental supervision whatsoever. Trying to hide from the voice, he barely managed to crawl under the bed in the room where he was.
"I need to get out of here, but my wings are broken; I can't fly, and if I move, that Legger will see me and kill me for sure!" he thought.
"My only option is to change. It can't be something with wings, because both of mine are broken and it wouldn't be useful at all to change into something else that would be grounded as well. What could I change into? What could i change into?" He thought, hoping to find a option that didn't get him killed.
"Wait, hold up you idiot! You're not old enough. If you try to change, you'll kill yourself. But I have to try." He mentally battled with himself on as what to do. Then, an idea struck him, and he thought for the first time in the last couple minutes, that something might work.
"I at least have to try to change, or I'm dead for sure. Great Mother in the Sky, please, let this work," he thought, and then, he tried to change.