Hello out there, fellow fan fiction readers! Welcome to my new How to Train Your Dragon story! I've actually had this idea implanted in my brain for a while now, but have only just got around to putting it down on paper and publishing it on this lovely site. More homework for this year and less sleep are the main reason for such. Sorry about that. x( But I'm back now, aren't I? And you're probably sick of hearing me rant and thinking I should get on with the story, right? Well then, I shall let you'll get on with the tail. HAHA! xD Get it? Tail? Because a tale is a story and dragon tails...? *crickets chirp* Yeah I'll get on with my story now. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I, BlueSilverPandas, do not own the wonderfulness that is How to Train Your Dragon. That is the sole property of Cressida Cowell and Dreamworks, and the only thing I own of this story is the plot and the characters I made up. (If you have seen the film, then you will surely be able to tell which characters are canon and which are not.)
Fire. It is a symbol of what is beautiful, but also a symbol of death and destruction. As quickly as it can warm you up, it can also leave you in a cold sweat, panting and gasping for breath. It has many uses, a high level of practicality contained in one small element. It causes you to think and ponder, but at the same time empties your mind. It can give life, but can also take it just as easily. Laying upon the cold ground with the scent of ash filling her nose, Runa took a series of deep, shuddering breaths, struggling to hold on to what was rightfully hers. As she did so, she wondered how things could have possibly gone so wrong. It had started out like any other raid on the island. The worthy Vikings had heeded the call, just like they always had. Runa had put on her armor, the way she always did before a battle. And finally, before she left, her young daughter had seen her off at the door. "Be safe, Mama!" the girl had called, giving her mother a smile. Runa had laughed, kissing her daughter chastely on the forehead. "Be good while I'm gone, you hear me?" The child had nodded. "Always, Mama." And with that, Runa had left to fight, expecting this to be just like any other raid that had occured before. Some dragons would show up, a few roofs would be damaged, the Vikings would do their duty, and she'd be back to tuck her girl in before midnight. But as it turned out, this wasn't like any other raid. The dragons that had attacked this time were enormous, so much deadlier than the ones that had ever before them. Runa had fought her hardest and done her best, exactly as she had always done before. But this time, not even her best was good enough. And now, as the thirty-something-year-old woman lay there, her wounds becoming too great for her to handle, she heard a familiar cry and knew that someone else had to be thinking the same thing as her. "But I've GOT to go fight!" the voice cried. "My Mama's in there!" "You musn't!" yelled an older voice, this one masculine in nature. "It's too dangerous!" "I want my Mama!" the little voice yelled. "I want to see my Mama!" Tears flooded Runa's eyes and began to pour down her cheeks as she recognized the voice of her daughter, her beloved little girl, calling out to her. She opened her mouth to attempt an answer, but ended up in a coughing fit. "Mama! Mama! I want Mama!" "I'm sorry, love," said yet another, more gentler voice. "But it's already too late for her." "NO!" shrieked the child as she turned to run to her mother. However, she was unable to due to the restraining hands held her back. "Don't!" cried the male voice, but the little girl wasn't listening. "MAMA! I WANT MAMA! I WANT MAMA!" Runa desperately wished for the strength to call out to her girl, to get a chance to talk to her before... before... she couldn't force herself to think about it, it was just too painful to formulate. "MAMA! MAMA! I WANT MAMA! I WANT MAMA! I WANT MAMA!" Even through the flames, Runa could still hear her child calling to her, and could only imagine the tears flowing down her beautiful daughter's face. Weakly, she reached out and grabbed onto the sleeve of one of her comrades. Using the last of her strength, she pulled the person down so that she could see their face. "Tell my daughter..." Runa rasped. "My little girl... tell her that Mama... Mama loves her...always..."
And, with a final, shaking gasp, Runa's eyes rolled backwards into her head, and her hand slipped from it's grip, landing with a quiet thud on the ash-covered ground.
Such a bright beginning, don't you think? ;) Well, in any case, you now have read the start of The Awakened. I hope you like it, and reviews are much appreciated.
Wishing you a happy Thanksgiving with lots of love,
~BlueSilverPandas