Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD. Is this REALLY neccesary?
"This has gone too far!"
"Those Vikings must pay for what they have done to our race!"
These shouts and more permiated the air surrounding Nyssa. She glanced around, worried, they were more rambunctious than she had ever seen. A Nightmare suddenly roared from the front of the crowd, and the noise gradually settled.
"Thank you." Rieksi huffed "I agree that this has gone too far, but what is to be done about it? We cannot destroy the village, as much as I am loath to admit it, we need their food to sate the Queen." A shuddering ripple passed through the assembled dragons, none wanted to be eaten, obviously. "So, I'm up for brainstorming."
More murmuring. Nyssa breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it wouldn't end so badly after all, but her hopes were soon dashed. "Curse" a voice called from the back, a young Naddar named Kryl, "we can curse them, not their food supply, but perhaps their weapons, or the Chief."
A chant arose, as the idea took flight, curse, curse, curse, curse, overwhelming the Night Fury in the pure malice of the crowd. Rieksi again held up her paw for silence. "That might actually work." She mused, "Unfortunately, their weapons will not do, they are all under protection from magic, and neither will the Chief, for the humans have been prosperous under his rule, but I have heard tale that he has a hatchling, Nyssa!" She whipped her head around to face the lone Night Fury under Queen's rule.
"Y-yes?"
"Are you willing to use your powers for the good of Dragonkind? To kill the human Cheif's hatchling?" Rieksi was giving her a cold, calculating look, just daring her to decline.
Nyssa froze thinking on her own hatchlings, Kaacer and Avinyl, as the other Dragon's stared, and suddenly she had an idea. "No I will not kill the child," stunned whispers ran throught the crowd, and Nyssa was sent many scathing glares, "but I am willing to turn him into a Dragon, and to take him in as my own." Reiksi pondered this statement, along with the rest of the group. More murmering.
"Very well, this is a better course of action. Thank you Nyssa, when will the transformation take place?"
"Tomorow night, if I preform the spell now" she answered. Reiksi dipped her head, signaling her to begin, as the rest of the crowd moved back. Nyssa closed her eyes and began to concentrate, her body was instantly bathed in a soft white light, before a wave of weakness overcame her and she flopped on the ground, utterly spent.
"It is done, good, now, everybody go to your nests! We have a big raid tomorrow!" The crowd dispersed, and Reiksi walked up to an exausted Nyssa. "I hope you know what your doing" she whispered, before lumbering off to her own den.
Nyssa picked herself off the floor, and began the trek to the warm hatchling dens, arriving to two tiny, black lumps, sleeping soundly. She lay down and wrapped herself around them, carefull not to awaken the fussy sleepers. So do I, she thought, before sleep overcame her, so do I.
Chief Stoick the Vast looked down at his sleeping son, only two years old, and smiled. "I love you, my little Hiccup" he said with a grin, "tomorrow night I'll take you to your first Dragon Training session, got to get a head start!" then he walked down the stairs, as an uncomfortable sense of foreboding enveloped him. The Chief completely missed the white light that momentarily bathed his tiny son in an etherial glow.
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