This is an experiment of plot, I just want to know what you think so that I would know weather or not it would be something worth actually making something out of.
Summary: What if How To Train Your Dragon had taken place during modern times? What if Hiccup had been the DAUGHTER of the town mayor? What if Astrid had been a no-nonsense young MAN that had just moved there? What if Hiccup was born with a strange condition that didn't allow her lungs to function at their full capacity? What if modern-day society was modeled after vikings? And how will such a society react to a curious young girl's friendship with one of their most lethal enemy, the dragons?
Chapter 1:
A town bathed in fire
It had been the alarms that awakened her.
The constant high-pitch blaring of the horns from the watch-towers had seeped in through the shatter-proof windows that had repeatedly been "sound-proofed" so that this exact thing wouldn't happen. Why they kept trying to make her unable to hear the alarms would forever be a mystery to her as they could do exactly what they had just done, and thus have the ability to keep her on her toes through the night, and thus, making it likely that she would die anytime soon.
The thing that had caused her to fly out of her bed... that had been the absolutely stifling heat that had made it absolutely unthinkable to keep her comforter wrapped around her petite frame, making breathing next to impossible.
She had known what was going on when she had seen the impossible brightness outside of her bedroom window. The flickering of orange, yellows, reds and in some cases even different shades of blue, joined up with an overwhelming amount of smoke that made what used to be the most beautiful of views of the town clouded and gray.
So it was that time of the month again?
Not even caring that she was wearing nothing but a light pink sleeveless nightgown that barely reached half-way down her thighs, and her hip-long auburn curls of hair was in an absolute mess, she jammed her dainty little feet into the first pair of shoes she could get her hands on in her hurry, which happened to be a pair of black leather slip-on shoes.
Thankfully, they were in the middle of spring, so that shouldn't matter too much.
Quickly, she dashed out of her bedroom, rushing down the right marble staircase into the foyer before sprinting over the tiled floor to the front doors, ripping it open.
What met her eyes, sent a wave of familiar tingles rushing through her veins.
A large, reptilian creature with bat-like wings was stomping over the cobbled ground right in front of her house. And at the sound of her opening the door, it turned it's large, yellow, slitted eyes towards her.
She watched almost petrified as it opened it's gigantic mouth, showing of it's razor-sharp fangs and forked tung before the sight was cut off by the bright orange inferno that shot out of the reptilian creature's throat, heading straight towards her.
Thinking on her feet, she slammed the door shut once again, putting her minimal weight against it as she felt the heat from the fire seep through the enforced wood, her eyes clenched shut as the force of the blast nearly knocked her away from the door.
"Dragons..." she whispered through her panting breaths.
Yes, dragons.
Those fire-breathing reptiles has been around for probably longer than humanity, and they have been attacking her town for as long as it has been standing there.
Once at the end of every month, those beasts would swarm in through the sky in a black-mass of scales, horns, fangs and claws, thicker than any swarm of birds to have ever existed. They would set fire to their buildings, injure, maim and even kill the towns people before they go on their merry way with as much farm-animals, fish and meat they can carry, leaving their town in shambles as they went.
She could feel her lungs constricting on her, making it even harder to breathe through her frightened state.
Quickly, she flicked her hand, opening a small hatch in the thick silver bangle that she had clasped around her wrist at all times. A small, puck-shaped pill fell into her hand, blue with white swirls in it's glossy, almost pebble-esque appearance. She didn't waste one second before she popped the pill into her mouth, allowing her hand to hover over her chest as she tried to steady her breathing with great difficulty.
Thankfully, it didn't take long before the pill started to take effect.
Only thirty seconds after she had swallowed the pill, trying not to think about the absolutely horrid, metallic taste it always left behind on her tung, she could feel the pressure on her lungs lessen, allowing her to breathe normally again.
Well, as normal as she could breathe considering.
With her breathing in check, she dared to open the door again.
She could see the sheer devastation through the flickering heat that surrounded her house but she couldn't let that bother her.
With a deep breath, she leaped off the front porch and rushed into the chaos, praying to the gods that her lungs wouldn't fail her in her mission.
Please tell me what you think and I may continue writing on this in the future.
