Hey people's! :D This story is a prequel to Legend of the LightFury, so to better understand this, you may want to read that first. Just a suggestion. 4 reviews. For chapter 11. So far. I posted it on monday. -_- Really people? :( I'm sad now. Ellamina, thx for not abandoning me. :). NightFire26 where are you? :(. I guess I should be thankful for any reviews at all. And you guys are probably busy. You probably have lives. lol. Unlike me.
Okay, this story is dedicated to my sissy, who will probably never read this lol.
I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. Yeah yeah, stop rubbing it in. I do, however own all the characters in this one-shot. SCORE 1 for me! :D lol k I'm done talking. Here ya go.
A lightning strike struck the earth. A clap of thunder rang through the cave. A whimper came from 10-year-old LightStorm. A black mass shifted behind the little white dragon.
::Shush now, little one. That is the sound of a brand new dragon being hatched.:: A kind, old thought came from the black dragon. Her scales were worn and dull, and her wings and tail were wrinkled. She was curled up in the middle of a room in the cave they resided in. There was a small dragon with silvery white scales, big eyes, one green, one blue, and longerish wings for a small dragon. She was later called LightStorm. She was nestled against the larger dragon, looking afraid.
::Who is it?:: She asked curiously. This earned her a chuckle from the old dragon.
::In all my 300 years.:: she chuckled. ::We don't know. No one knows. Not even the dragon. Every strike of Lightning is different so every NightFury is different.::
::What was my Lightning like?:: asked LightStorm.
::Yours was special. It had different colors all over it. I've never seen anything like it.:: the old dragoness purred, tickling the little white one with her snout. Another clap of thunder struck and the dragoness's ears perked up. Her head shot up immediately. Sadness swept over her face, but she pushed it away. LightStorm blinked, confused as to why her great-grandmother stopped tickling her. The old dragoness sighed.
::It seems I have to go away for a long, long time.:: she told LightStorm. ::The storm will take me away. You will be okay. You can defend yourself right?::
LightStorm's eyes widened, for she wasn't a fool. She knew why her grandmother was leaving, and she had expected it for a while now. She snuggled close to the old dragoness, silent sorrow apparent on her face.
::Please don't go. Not like mom and dad.:: She pleaded, her eyes wide with sorrow.
::I must. My time is up. The storm must take a life when it gives a life.:: the old dragon turned her head towards the doorway. ::It has given a life, and it must take mine.:: Her head stooped low so that the small dragon could look her in the eyes. ::You must listen very closely now. You are very special. You were hatched so that you could accomplish great things. Your destiny is bright. But you must understand the warnings. Do not let anyone take advantage of you. Ever. In any way possible. You must be independent. Depend on nothing. Listen and think before you act. Learn to fight, learn to hunt, learn to win, but you also must learn to love. I must go now, but I will linger in your heart if you ever need me. I will be there, as will all of your ancestors. Look to yourself.::
::I don't want you to go.:: LightStorm's eyes watered, but the tears would never fall.
Dragons don't cry.
::I must.:: The old dragoness rubbed her head against the little one's. ::Be safe, be strong, be brave. Goodbye, little one.:: With that, she took off towards the exit, looking back once when she reached the door, then rushing off into the darkness. Lightning lit up the cave moments later, and LightStorm knew it was over. She curled up in a ball, shivering. Again her eyes watered, but the tears would never flow.
Dragons don't cry.
Choked cries filled the cave, and the walls started to shake. LightStorm couldn't care less. She had just lost the dragoness who had taken care of her ever since her parents died. She wailed until she lost her voice, then she laid there miserably. Her eyes watered again. But she didn't cry.
Dragons don't cry.
She picked herself up, and slumped out of her cave toward the beach. A growl caught her attention. Her ears raised and her head snapped toward the growl. A black dragon a little older than her jumped out of the bushes, and immediately tackled her. Fighting instinct came in here. She leapt into the air and pinned the dragon in a heart-beat. An impressed look came onto the face of the larger black NightFury.
::Nice one. Not many can pin me. Much less that quick.::
::I'm not in the mood to talk.:: LightStorm got off of the dragon, slumping away from him. He quickly caught up with her.
::Oh come on. I'm tired of playing by myself. Oh yeah. I didn't catch your name.::
::You think I'm stupid enough to let anyone name me?::
::Don't you need one?::
::No.::
::Oh.:: A moment passed.
::... What's your name?:: She asked for completely no reason. He grinned.
::NightStar.::