The Draconic Boy
Hello readers! This is my first How to train your Dragon story so please go easy on me X3. I hope you all enjoy reading my little piece of work :3.
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
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"Ha! Look at the loser freak!"
"No, no. I think the loser gay freak is more like it!"
"Why do you spend your time all alone? Oh, I forgot. You have no friends!"
This is a typical day of my life.
My name is Terra Bluestone. Great name right? I'm a 15 year old Canadian citizen and live in Halliburton, Ontario. I'm 5 foot 8, have long, straight, midnight black hair with natural purple tip and reaches half way down my back, silver eyes, and also have a bionic right arm.
Yes. A bionic right arm.
I'm a mix of African and Canadian, the African being on my father's side while my mother was Canadian, so my skin is a nice olive tone.
I'm wearing jet black jeans with chains wrapped around my legs is a spiral pattered until the ends reached my shoes and were attached to the little hooks at the back (you know, those tag things you see on running shoes.) . Yes I know it's weird but hey, it's my style.
I have a dark blue half long, half short shelve shirt underneath a black, zip up hoodie vest and a fingerless glove on my left hand. My top has the long sleeve on the left side while it has a short sleeve on the right side. It makes it easier to move my arm around and fix it if there are any problems. I have more chains spiraled around my bionic arm cuz I like it. The chain is attached to a metal ring around my wrist while at my shoulder has a little hook that the other end hooks onto.
The last thing I'm wearing is a blue diamond pendent that hangs around my neck.
I like drawing, reading and crafting dragons. They are my favorite creature in the whole world! I would love to meet and befriend one.
Well anyways, enough about me. Let's get back to the matter at hand.
The bullying.
Every single day, the bullies of the school always pick on me because of my arm, hair, and eyes. They think I'm a freak for having them and always treat me like I'm a pelage and should just die. To add to that that fact, I have no friends because everyone thinks the same. They may not show it, but everyone hates me.
Sure I ignore them, but what they say sometimes really hurt and annoys me. Two out of the three things they make fun of me for aren't even my fault! I was born this way! But the other thing... that's another story.
My arm.
The reason why it's gone is all my fault.
It happened when I was 5 years old. I was about to get hit by a huge transport truck when my mother used her body to protect me. The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital with my arm missing.
And my mother missing as well.
She…didn't survive the accident.
Me and my father were devastated from her death and grew distant from each other. We rarely talk to each other since the accident since I blame myself for it and he blames me as well. I know deep down he still loves me because he used a lot of money to get me this arm, but it's really hard to see it sometimes.
Anyways, back to the present.
The bullies have just finished mocking me for the day and left me to eat my lunch in what little piece they leave me with.
They always call me stuff like Fag and Robo Freak because of my hair and arm obviously. I don't really care for the arm disses as much as I do for the hair. They think I'm a fag because it's really long and make me look a little like a girl, but not too much. I keep it long because it's a memento of my mother. She always loved my long hair and would spend hours running her fingers through it. Since the day she died, I vowed to never cut it so it's short and always keep it long.
Damn. I always keep getting off track with these stories.
Well back to where I left off, the bullies left me and I finished my lunch alone. The rest of the school day went by fast and eventually it became home time.
As I was leaving school, the bullies followed me half way to the parking lot, taunting me with their stupid disses before turning around in fear once the saw Jeeves, my butler/body guard/care taker.
Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention my father is one of the richest men in the world? He owns a multibillion dollar company for stock and trade.
Back to Jeeves.
Jeeves is one of the few people I trust and like. He's really buff and really protective of me, hence why the bullies left as soon as they saw him. Man I wish he could come to school with me.
"Hi Jeeves." I greeted as I walk towards him.
"Hello young Terra. Did you enjoy your day?" He asked with a smile.
We started to walk toward the limo and before you ask. Yes I own a limo. I answer "As much as I can enjoy it without friends and being bullied."
"Would you like me to teach them a lesson again?" he said as he flexed his arm.
"I would let you but they just keep coming back." I answer with a huff.
As we near the limousine, Jeeves opens the door for me and I take me seat in the back. He runs around front and gets in the driver's side and takes off to home.
He tried to start conversation with me on the whole ride home but I really just wanted to be alone right now.
After a few minutes of driving I see my house in the distance. Well, a mansion really. It was secluded from the rest of the neighbourhood since my dad likes his privacy and had a dense forest behind it. I always sneak out away from the caretakers to my little hide out back there for some alone time now and then cuz it's the only place I can relax.
As we pulled up to the mansion I notice my dad's limo is parked in the drive way.
Great, more awkward father, son moments.
Jeeves opens my door and I step out with my bag in hand and entire my home. As soon as I do, I was greeted by the many maids my father has to keep the house clean.
"Welcome home Terra." They all exclaimed.
I'm used to this greeting since it happens every time I go out and come back so I smile and wave at them before continuing on through the house to the living room.
As I walk into the room, I see my father sitting in his chair, wearing his fancy suit while sipping some coffee and reading the newspaper.
I stand there for a moment and wait to see if he notices me, but he doesn't.
"Hey old man. What are you doing home? I thought you were supposed to be on that business trip for another 2 weeks?" I said as I took a seat on one of the many couches and tossed my bag beside me.
"It was cancelled." He answered simply, not taking his eyes off the paper.
"So how long do you plan on staying this time?"
"Not long."
"Can you be more specific?"
"A few more hours."
"Where are yo-" "I came home to relax, not to be pestered by you and your questions." He said interrupting me. "Just go and study and leave me for what little time I have left for myself."
I sat there for a moment before throwing my bag at the flat screen TV, breaking it and yelling at him "I hate you! You're a selfish old bag of S***! I try my best to still be a family with you but you just keep shutting me out! I wish I wasn't your son!" He the rips his gaze away from his paper and shot me a dirty look.
He then yelled at me "Sometimes I wish that too! Then maybe Violet would still be here!"
I gasp at what he said and everything around us froze. He then turned his scowling face into an apologetic one as he just realized what he said.
"Terra. I-I'm sor-" "Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" I yelled cutting him off as tears started to stream down my face. "How dare you speak her name in vain! You are the worse excuses for a father I have ever seen in my entire life! I hope you rot and die in hell!" I then took off and headed for the back door, ignoring him as he shouts "Wait!" As I burst through the door, I ran past all the gardeners and jumped over the back fence, running into the forest.
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I kept sprinting until I was ways away from my house. I rest against a tree as I catch my breath and whipped away the tears with sleeve.
"That stupid A******!" I shout out as I punch the tree with my left hand. "I wish he would just die!"
After a few more minute of me shouting out, I finally calm down and sigh. I look around to see where I am and see a familiar path in the distance. I start to walk towards it and eventually find my way to my secret path way no one knows about.
I walk down it for a few minutes until I end up at my secret hid out.
The cove.
This place is the only place I feel relaxed and clam.
It was a really big ditch in the ground that is covered by tress so no planes above could see it. It has a small lake in the middle with a dock I build for it so I could swim and fish if I wanted to.
I slid down the edge and land at the bottom with a little thud. I take in a big breath of the fresh air here and instantly feel all my nerves melt away.
"Ahh, good to be back."
I walk around the cove for a bit until I decide to go into the little fort I made.
The fort was made out of a little cave I found near the end of the cove. I brought supplies out here over time and built myself a little hut I could relax in if I came on a bad weather day. It had a wooden door that was disguised as a bush in case someone did find this place, they wouldn't find the hut.
As I find the door handle, I pull it open and pull out my zippo and light a torch I have at the door way. I figured torches would make it look cooler. I then step in and lite the other torches inside before heading back to the door and closing it shut.
I looked back to survey my little den.
It had a little wooden table inside with matching wooden chairs I carved out myself. It also had a mini fridge that ran on solar energy and was stocked with enough goods to last me days. I even have a little pantry with dry goods too.
The last things I have in here are a little bed I manage to smuggle out here and a small chest that has spare clothing, a bag, parts to fix my arm if I broke it out here, a collapsible fishing rode in case I get hungry and want to eat some fish, my back up cellphone/mp3 that is solar charged and a little sketch book I have when I see something I want to draw in the cove.
Pretty neat huh?
I walk over and open up the chest and take out my cellphone to listen to some music. I plop down on the bed and sigh as I think back to what dad said about mom. It really hurt me when he said that but I can understand at the same time. He's depressed like me and doesn't want to be near me because I remind him too much of her. That's why he's always on business trips and leaves me with the care takers.
I turn on some music that helps me relax and pondering on thought until I find myself slowly drifting off into sleep.
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I awoke from my sleep to hearing my phone go off. As I pick it up and turn it on, I see that it was almost 9 at night and had like 50 messages from Jeeves, wondering where I am. I ignore all of them and slip my phone into my pocket.
I get out of bed and stretch out my body. I then heard my stomach grow so I decided I would make myself so food. I didn't want to eat anything cold so I thought I cook some stuff over a nice open fire. I grabbed my bag from the chest and filled it with food I could cook over a fire.
I walked over and opened the door to see it was really dark out. I take my phone and use the light from it to find my way to the fire pit and plop my stuff down next to it. I grab a few sticks and set them up in it, then lite them with my zippo.
After about 5 minutes of feeding it more wood, the fire was good enough for me to start cooking.
I was about to go into my bag to grab some stuff until I see a faint light glowing from the corner of my eye. I look over to see that faint violet light was coming from the lake.
"What could that be?" I question myself.
I walked over to the dock to see what that light was. As I drew nearer to the dock, the light grew brighter and brighter. I walked on the dock to then end and peered into the water, but as soon as I did the light stopped.
"Hmm. What was tha-" I was cut off when something emerged from the water and grabbed onto my hand. I jumped back and tried to free myself from its grip but it had a good hold on me. Whatever it was, it was big, strong, and glowing its faint violet colour.
"Ahh! Let go!" I shout as I squirm in its grasp. Eventually I was able to free myself from whatever it was and ran back to the shore. Only to be stopped short when the thing grabbed onto my leg.
As it was slowly pulling me toward the end of the dock I was shouting "Help! Help!" but my attempts were futile for no one knew where I was.
Once I got to the end of the dock, the thing pulled me in the water and dragged me down to the dark depts. I closed my eyes knowing this would be the end for whatever this thing was, it was probably going to eat me.
Surprisingly it did nothing but hold me down. I opened my eyes just a creak to see nothing around me but the dark water, but when I looked down to where the thing was holding me, I see nothing but a big black pit of darkness.
I knew for a fact that this lake wasn't that deep. On nice days I could see right to the bottom. But this…this wasn't normal. Ok, being pulled into a lake but something unknown isn't normal either but still, something was up.
As I was pondering this thought, I didn't notice the thing was pulling me into the dark pit until I couldn't see my legs anymore. I give one last attempt of trying to free myself before my entire body was pulled into the abyss.
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'Uhhhh. Everything burns.' Was the thought I thought of when I awoke. I open my eyes slowly to nothing but clear blue water around me.
Wait.
Water?.
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Crap! I'm still underwater!
I then start to swim upwards until I broke to the surface with a gasp. I crawled to the shore and coughed out any water that I managed to inhale during my panic.
As I slowly start to regain my senses I look around to see where I am.
I'm still in the cove?
Maybe I bumped me head on a rock and fell in the water?
As I look around more I had to squint because my eyes were bothering me from the light of day.
Whoa, whoa whoa! Hold up!
Day?
It was just night time before I fell in the lake. So why is it day now?
I looked up to see the sun, shinning bright in the sky above the cove. I bring my hand up to shade it from the rays but I flinch at what I see.
My hand wasn't my hand.
It was some claw like thing!
I examined my now shanking hand and saw it was cover in small black scales that went just to my forearm. It still had 5 fingers but instead of nails, the tips were taken over by really sharp claws.
I look down to see what else has changed and see that I'm not where a top anymore. Only my black pants with the chains on them but no running shoes.
At least me feet are still normal.
I shriek and cover myself the best I can.
You see, after the accident, I was left with a terrible scaring across my chest from where my arm used to be. Not only that but I had more scaring due to my prosthetic arm being infused with my body so I don't like it when I don't have a top on.
Speaking of prosthetic, why is it different?
My bionic arm was now more of a metal looking one. I could still move it like my old arm but it looks like it's covered it silver armor. The tips of my finger were claw like, like I was wearing a gauntlet and had screws and bolts running up my arm until it got to my shoulder which now looked like it was metal attached to my body. (For any of you who have seen Fullmetal Alchemist, think of his arm now looking like Edwards but with sharp claws at his fingertips)
Ok this is definitely not my arm.
I look back to my chest and see that around my rib cage had these claw like tattoos of some sort. On each side I had 3 black claws marks that ran across and my chest (they don't touch, they are parted at the centre) and to my back but as I looked back again I see something I didn't expect.
Well I'm not expecting any of this but this, this I did not see coming.
On my back.
Were now big black wings and a big black tail.
I yelp out once again as now I am scared of what happened to me.
'Why do I have wings and a tail!? None of this is normal and don't make any sense! I know! There someone just pull a prank on me! Yeah, that's it!' I thought but slowly I start to realize this is not joke because I can feel them move as I franticly run around with my fingers yanking on my horns.
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Horns.
Really!
I dash over to the lake to look at my reflection to see my reflection and just yelled out in angry as to what I see.
Now resting on top of my head were 2 sets of black and slightly glowing violet horns, one smaller than the other. the bigger ones ran from the back of my head and wrapped around my skull tightly and just curved out at the ends a bit while the smaller pair that were above that one were curved around my head like I was wearing a tiara or a crown.
I am really not amused about this.
I growl and then yell out "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!" at the top of my lungs, scaring all the birds away. I then heard a snap behind me and spin around to see what it was.
To my surprise, it was a red head boy that looked about my age and was riding a…dragon? He was wearing a light green long sleeve underneath a brown fur vest. He had dark green pants and brown boot on his right foot while is left…was missing. Instead, there was what looks like to be a spring loaded prosthetic.
His dragon or whatever it is, was covered in black scales. He had toxic green eyes that were filled with angry looking right at me.
Ok.
Something tells me I'm not in Canada anymore.
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Well that's it for the first chapter :3, I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Please leave a review to tell me how it was and I'll see you guys next time :3.