Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction on this site (I normally use Wattpad) and I pretty excited for it. I plan to post a chapter once a week probably Monday, but you never know what might happen. Also it will say in the warning that this story will be a bit dark but nothing too bad, and I promise before hand that there will be no character deaths. So hope you enjoy this chapter and all the others that follow. :)

Warning: Will be dark! And probably confusing at first.

Disclaimer: *** I don't own any of the How To Train Your Dragon characters ***

Prologue

The sky rumbled angrily, sending streaks of lightning across it's face. Smoke was rising from a small village at the edge of a forest of fire. People were running the streets of the burning village, in panic. Among these people was a girl of sixteen, but she wasn't panicking. She ran against the people, of her now destroyed town, trying to reach a house at the edge of the village.

To any normal person this house would seem very normal, probably the most normal as it was the only house not on fire, but the girl knew. She knew what was in that house. She knew what had caused the storm and the destruction of her village. She knew this because this wasn't just any house to her. It was her own house, her family's home.

By the time the girl reached the small home, she was covered from head to toe with white ash and debris. Streaks lined her face, caused by tears. There was a nasty gash across her head and her hands were cut and bleeding. She stumbled awkwardly up the stair to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open with all her strength.

Inside the house was dark and eerie. The fire, that once burned continuously, was now a pile of darkening embers. The table that not more than two hours ago she had been eating at with her parents, lay in pieces on the floor.

Why had she been stupid another to think that glass ball wasn't dangerous. The ball had been lying in the clearing she always went to get some alone time. She had been mesmerized by it. Purple smoke seemed to curl within it and it shined so brightly in the sun it almost blinded her. Never had she thought it would cause this much harm. Her parents had warned her, but she hadn't listened and now it was too late to change her fate.

New tears started to spring to her eyes as she took another hesitant step inside. As soon as she was clear, the door slammed shut making her jump in fear. Taking tentative steps inside she noticed the purple glow coming from the door that lead to her room. Mist was finding it's way under the door, giving the door a haunting look.

"Hello?" the girl asked voice trembling, walking to the door as if hypnotized, "I-is anyone in there?"

Just as she reached to door, it swung open, tentacles of mist fall rapidly into the rest of the house. The girl looked in to the room and a new found fear enveloped her. The small room was glowing an eerie purple, yet it was dark and cold. Shadows seemed to dance across the walls and floors. Her desk was a mess and papers lay scattered across every surface. The most frightening thing was the small wooden chest that sat on the center of her desk, where she was positive she had not left it. Light was shining from every crevice in the little box, brighter and brighter it shone until it hurt to look at it.

As if hypnotized the girl began to walk towards the glowing box. Heart hammering in her chest she reached out and took the box in her hands, slowly lifting the lid to show a small globe of purple light and mist. As if being forced her hands began to extend towards the ball, taking it lightly into her grasp. Staring down into the hazy depths, she began to see images playing out within.

Small, sturdy looking village sitting on a cliff faded away to show a dragon, black as night soaring across the sky and on his back was a boy, no more than 15, a grin on his face. The scene faded and a new image appeared showing the same boy from before running through trees yelling something that she could not hear, he looked hurt and he stumbled awkwardly appearing to be running from something. The boy stopped abruptly, fear shining in his forest green eyes, then the image went black. The black image turned to fire that blazed into the night sky, people were running and scream and the village from before burned to the ground.

The girl was terrified by the images and dropping the purple ball, turned to flee. She ran to the door that was now closed and pulled with all her strength but the door wouldn't budge. Tears were flowing down her face as she pulled harder against the barrier. A woman's laughter began to ring in her ears, becoming louder the more the girl fought. Giving up on the door, the girl turned, quivering with fear, her back against the doors that barred her way out.

"W-what do you want," she tried to ask calmly, but failed miserably. She held firm through her fear though, not letting her confidence waver anymore than it already had.

The woman's laughter became louder then stopped and said in a deadly sweet voice, "I look for the Night Riders soul. Only that can free me from my prison, and you, my dear, are my key to freedom."

"M-me? Why me?"

"You made your fate, my dear," was the voices only reply. Strong wind blew through the room, sending up papers from the floors. "You are mine now."

The girl screamed as the light grew brighter and the wind grew stronger. She felt her world spin around her like a swirling vortex. She heard laughter and then an enchanting yell.

"The spirit of the Night will once again rise!"

And then the girls world faded to black