Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD, despite wishing I did. Also, the main character in this fic is black so anyone out there, please don't take any of this as racist. I'm not and I want to punish anyone who is. It angers me beyond words. This is the only chapter like that, I promise you. If ANYONE says I'm being racist, I will fight you tooth and nail.
Zyon growled as Alvin walked past his cell. He'd been here for most of his life, ever since Alvin killed his parents and took him. Zyon pressed his head to the bars of his cell, his dark brown eyes downcast and dull. His legs shifted and curled under his body while he tugged at his ragged shirt. For the past seven years, he had been living on the island, 'working' for Alvin. By working, he of course meant as a slave, just like a bunch of other prisoners. However, he was the only dark one thus far. His family had come from a far-off land. A sudden clanging noise made him jump, his head whipping around while his eyes went wide.
The guard on duty turned to him and growled, making Zyon shiver, his blood going cold. He had been raised by them to fear them and to be very afraid if he did something wrong. Zyon looked up and went stiff as he stared into Alvin's cold eyes. The large man glared at him, a nasty smirk on his lips as he pulled out a key. Zyon sighed and looked down, his eyes closed. He knew what the key meant. Either it was work time for him or he was in trouble. Zyon had been there for seven years, since he was three. He knew the routine extremely well.
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Zyon whimpered as he thought about his parents. He always did around this time, which was the anniversary of his capture and his parents' deaths. His birthday was in a couple months, not that it mattered. A shudder ran through the ground as a battle raged outside. From what the guards had said, the island was being raided by a small yet powerful army. He looked up at the window, amazed by the dark orange glow. He could smell smoke from outside and could hear the crackling flames. He curled into himself, prepared to wait it out. However, that wasn't going to happen.
A loud clang from the prison entrance made him and the guards jump. Loud yelling caught his attention and he looked up in time to see an arrow hit the guard by his cell in the back with a dull thunk. The man fell, sending Zyon scurrying away from the door. Another man came down, a bow in his hand and a quiver on his back. He turned towards Zyon and smiled, his eyes kind.
"Hey, kid. You don't need to be afraid. Me and my friends are here to help you and the others." The man kneelt down and patted the dead guard down till he pulled out a key. Grinning, he pushed it into the lock and the cell door clicked open. He moved away, allowing Zyon to take some time before leaving the cell. As each of them was freed, more of their rescuers came in to assist in the escape. Zyon was grabbed by a woman and dragged along with the rest. He yelped as he tripped and nearly fell, getting pulled up at the last moment. As they went out, he was shocked at what he saw.
People were everywhere, with Outcasts fighting other people with the same armour as his saviours. Alvin was fighting with a man who Zyon pegged as the leader. Said man turned and grinned before swinging his fist at Alvin's face, a dull crack echoing out as Alvin went down. He turned and ran towards the docks, triggering the same reaction in the others. Alvin placed a hand on his jaw and looked up, his eyes locking with Zyon's as his arm was released. A full minute seemed to pass as they stared at each other, while in reality only seconds. Alvin narrowed his eyes and turned towards Savage. Time seemed to slow down as Zyon pivoted on his left foot and bolted. He couldn't see the others but at the moment he didn't care. All he could think of was getting away from Savage. He could hear the man yelling after him and for help. He would need it. Although Zyon wasn't very impressive in size, he was very fast. He skidded into a slide as he went around the base of the cliff. Glancing behind him, he was pleased to see his pursuers falling behind.
"AHH!" Zyon yelped as his foot caught on a large stone, sending him sprawling onto the sand. He moaned and propped himself up, rubbing his head with his hand. An arrow hit the sand in front of his face, sending a small spray of golden powder in to his face. Panicked, he glanced up to see Savage and a couple others descending towards him. Just as they were about to shoot again, a shadow passed over him, making him curl up in fright. A piercing whistle filled the air, growing to a banshee like shriek and causing the men to stop. Suddenly, a ball of bright, blue-purple fire hit the ground, sending sand and fire in all directions, along with sending the men scurrying. The strange dragon shot again and shrieked. Zyon, curled even tighter as he heard a heavy thump. A jet of warm, wet air puffed over him, making him freeze. After a few minutes, he stiffly uncurled and looked up, freezing again at the sight of jet black scales and acid green eyes. A gentle warbling sound came from the black dragon, one he knew from second-hand accounts of sightings.
"H... hey boy. Why'd you help me?" The large Night Fury stared at him before grunting, snapping open his wings and blasting away. Zyon gasped for breath as the Fury blasted away and into the star-spattered blackness of the night. he stood and turned towards the area where the dragon stood. All over the area were small, perfect, jet black circles. In a split second-decision, he gathered the smooth scales and pressed them into his pocket. A shout from the water caught his attention and he turned to see a small rowboat heading towards him. He smiled and waited, fingering the scales in his pocket and thinking about the Night Fury. Why that dragon didn't finish him off, he would never know.
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A few weeks had passed since Zyon got rescued. The other slaves had left to form their own tribe, while he decided to stay with his rescuers. They were almost to their island and Zyon was excited. He still hadn't spoken much to them but they were willing to wait. He was below deck when the call everyone had been waiting for sounded.
"LAND!" Zyon's heart seized with excitement and he raced up the steps and to the front of the boat. He almost fell off the boat, he was moving so fast. A hand wrapped around his shirt and pulled him back.
"Woah there, lad. You don't want to swim, do ya?"
"Not really." Zyon looked up at the captain's friendly eyes and grin. He smiled back and turned towards the island once more. Soon they were docked and the villagers swarmed the returning men and women with a hero's welcome. Zyon yelped and skittered to the side and out of the mob. A flash of black caught his attention and he turned to see a black-haired girl about his age hugging the captain. The tall man turned towards him and nodded, pulling away from the girl and towards a medium-height, well-built man who was watching the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly. Zyon gulped and took a step back.
"Everyone, to the Great Hall. Tribe meeting." Everyone filed towards a longhouse near the cliff. One of the sailors caught Zyon by the shoulders and pulled him along. Once in the hall, he was given a chair beside the Chief, who was the squinty man from earlier. A sense of fear was running through his body, resulting in him not talking at all. The Chief stood and held his hand up, quieting the Hall. Once everyone was silent, he began to speak.
"As you all know, our soldiers went off on a mission to free the Outcasts slaves. They managed to free over twenty of them. All of them, aside from this boy here, went off together. So, boy, what's your name and where are our parents?" Zyon gasped slightly as everyone turned towards him. Gulping, he stood, trembling under the gaze of so many eyes. He took a deep breath and spoke up.
"My name is Zyon and my parents are... they were k... killed by Alvin's men. I'm all by myself." Everyone froze at that admission. Zyon looked down, his whole body tense. Suddenly a single voice broke through the silence.
"We could take him in." Zyon's eyes turned up to see a woman and a man looking right at him, the woman having had spoken. She walked to the front of the crowd and repeated her statement. The Chief nodded and turned towards Zyon, his eyes soft.
"Would you like that Zyon?" After a few seconds of thought, he nodded.
The Fury that saved him is Toothless.