okay,so I thought of this when I had a dream, and then I kind of changed it into this. I hope you like it. Also, if you see that review from Warriorcatstrivia16, don't listen to it! I only Did the other night fury, and that's all I did! Plus, she copied word per word of my Daughter of The Sun, and she says she Didn't! Her character's name Hexa, and she calls it Daughter of The Moon. SERIOUSLY?! THAT'S WHERE I GOT THE STORY FROM!(By the way, if you didn't know, we're sisters. I'm the older one. I'm 12 years old, and she's only 7 or 8. I don't know.)
Disclaimer! I don't own Dragon's Edge!
My name is Angelica. I was only seven years old when I was orphaned. How did I become an orphan? One word. Burk. My parents died in the war against Burk, and I was on my own since then. I didn't trust anyone, especially Burkers. I was from the Berserker tribe, so why would I?My mother told me stories about the son of the chief of Berk, Hiccup, and how he controlled the last night fury. Oh, and by the way, I have a pet night fury named Nightwing. When I found him, he was hurt in a fight and needed to be nursed back to health. And ever since he hasn't left my side, protecting me. I remembered the stories my mother told me about Hiccup, and I wanted to avenge the dragon he controlled, and abused. I never understood why Hiccup would hurt a beautiful, majestic creature. And that's where my story began.
A few months after the war, I was wandering around the forest, lost and alone. I was hungry and my mouth was dry with thirst. Then there was a soft roar. I thought I was hallucinating, but then I heard it again. I ran toward the sound, pushed past some bushes, and stopped in my tracks. I stood there open-mouthed, looking at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The dragon was 20 feet long, with jet-black skin. Its black wings covered its body, protecting it. I looked it over again,seeing wounds and scars and bite marks.
I recalled some stories my father told me when I was young, about black dragons that shot plasma, and were the rarest dragons ever known. "A night fury," I whispered.
"Your hurt," I said. I know it was obvious, but cut me some slack! I walked up to the majestic creature, unafraid. The night fury didn't seem afraid either. I slowly raised my hand to pet it, and the beast put its nose in my hand, inviting me to pet it. "I'll take care of you," I promised.
As the weeks went by Nightwing grew stronger, and soon he was able to fly again. When he was fully healed I trained him to dodge attacks, attack back. And that's how I met Nightwing.