A/N: I want to thank Sir Aries Lionheart for Beta reading this story for me. I hope you all like it and please leave me a review. :)

Flames raged through a small village, the wooden homes burning with a haunting light illuminating the creatures above. Creatures of myth and legend, though for this village the creatures were all too real. The people, Vikings, massive muscular brutes raised to enjoy a good fight and taught that, should they die in battle, they would go to a place called Valhalla.

Among them was a boy that contradicted everything they were. He was small, weak in body but strong in mind, though among Vikings that quality was somewhat frowned upon, at least for this boy whose inventions seemed to always backfire and bring harm to himself or another villager or destroy property. If you couldn't wield a sword or an axe you were pretty much useless. Currently the boy was running through the village making his way toward the blacksmith's shop where he worked as an apprentice.

Entering the forge, the boy was greeted by his mentor. A large man with no hair aside from a long blonde moustache and a prosthetic arm and leg. "Nice of you to join the party." The man said in greeting, swapping his hammer attachment for a pair of tongs and grabbing a heated sword from the forge. "I thought you'd been carried off." He teased with a smal grin on his face as he worked.

The boy replied as he put on his apron and pumped the bellows, supplying air to the fire to make it burn hotter. "Who me? Nah, they wouldn't know what to do with all...this." He answered gesturing to himself. He knew the man was kidding but it still stung the boys pride a bit that his mentor thought him so easily defeated. However, tonight would be the night he proved himself to his village. Tonight he would take down the one dragon that had plagued his and every other village it came to. Tonight he would take down the elusive night fury, one way or another.

his teacher thought of the perfect response. "Well they need toothpicks too, don't they?" He asked sarcastically as he bent a sword back to somewhat straight before pounding it flat on the anvil with his prosthetic hammer attachment. Focusing on his work he hammered at the sword for a few moments before placing it back over the flame.

The two bantered back and forth for another few minutes before a sound they had all hoped not to hear screamed into existence with a massive blue and purple explosion following it as a catapault collapsed on itself. The blonde mustached master smith grunted, swapping out his hammer attachment for his axe.

Turning to his apprentice he spoke. "Man the fort Hiccup, they need me out there." He stated turning to the doorway only to turn back to face his apprentice. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." He instructed pointing at Hiccup with his real hand before bellowing a war cry and charging out of the shop.

Waiting only minutes to make sure his mentor was not coming back Hiccup darted out of the shop pushing a strange looking wheel barrow, one of his inventions that he had somewhat perfected and knew was capable of taking down the Night Fury. Making his way to an empty and somewhat quiet hill, Hiccup dropped the handles and flipped open the lids before hauling the launcher from its folded up position.

Watching the sky, Hiccup noticed a spot of stars blocked out by something as inky black as the night sky. He knew it to be the Night Fury and waited for the right moment, launching the bola projectile only after the fireball hit the tower he had set up close to. Pushing himself up he watched and listened as the beast shrieked as it was torn from the sky. "Oh yes, I hit it." Hiccup shouted in celebration. "Did anyone see that?" He questioned turning his back to the hill. No one had seen his accomplishment, but something had. A large red scaled creature with black stripes, twisted and curved horns and a cream colored underbelly growled angrily at the boy and was about to strike when a shriek it had never heard before caught it and the boy's attention.

Hiccup watched as the Monstrous Nightmare's eye's widened to what seemed to be fearful and apologetic black pools before flying off. This made no sense to Hiccup, he was raised and taught that dragons were nothing but brainless, emotionless beasts. Pushing his thoughts aside Hiccup ran back to the forge and set to work again, the events he had been through, shooting down the Night Fury, almost being killed by a monstrous nightmare, and last the strange new dragon that he had barely seen that saved his life. Hiccup didn't know what to make of it.

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"Get close to me!"

"What are you doing?"

"There's no time!"

The voices just seemed to repeat the same phrases over and over until finally, they stopped with the sound of shattering crystal and scaled flesh impacting solid ground. The first of the three to awaken was a large, purple scaled creature with gold colored underbelly, horns, and wing membranes. Looking around he found his companions lying close by, though they were still unconscious and night had claimed the sky putting a chill in the air that made it feel like Dante's freezer all over again. Gathering what little wood he could find in the area, the purple creature lit a fire to give his snoozing companions some warmth before lying down himself.

it was a few hours before dawn when the purple creature and his comrades were awoken to the sounds of screeching and shouting, of metal meeting flesh and the roars of pain, rage, and loss that followed. Climbing to their feet the purple creature exchanged a look with his slim, black scaled friend, she had a maroon underbelly and wing membranes, but her horns were bright white. Seconds later they were airborn.

The new comers found themselves flying over a burning village, its occupants trying in vain to chase off the attackers and put out the multiple blazes that had consumed many of the buildings. "Spyro what do we do?" The black scaled creature asked watching the scene unfolding beneath them. "Those things are fighting dragons, I think. Who do we help?" She asked, the screams of multiple villagers accompanying her question.

The purple scaled creature, Spyro, turned to her before casting a look back at the burning village. "We help the villagers. Those things might be dragons but, we don't attack the villagers unless there's no other choice Cynder." Spyro stated with a determined expression. "Cynder, I want you to help as many people as you can, I'm going to try to put out some of the fires." Spyro instructed before flying off towards the largest fire in the village.

Looking to the ground fights going on Cynder noticed a boy being chased by one of the large red and black scaled creatures, its wings acting as front feet in place of the non-existent appendages. Diving on the red scaled creature Cynder let out a shriek that paused all combat. None had ever heard that particular cry before, it was terrifying to all, but the creature that emitted it. Though its full effect came to bare on the creature pursuing the boy, showing it what it feared most and causing it to flee in panic.

Casting a quick glance at the boy she had saved Cynder flew away quickly to assist another villager that had several children following her. The creature harassing the woman stood on four small legs with a wide body and two very long necks, it was green in color with small spots of red. In all honesty it creeped Cynder out, but she none the less pounced on the aggressive twin headed creature and blasted it with black fire before leaping off of it and taking up a defensive position between the woman and children and the creature. "Get out of here." Cynder ordered earning a shocked look from the woman and fearful reactions from the children. "Go, now, I can't play defense forever." Cynder stated sternly snapping the woman from her stupor.

While Cynder was busy with the woman and children the twin headed monster had righted itself and was preparing to blast Cynder. Hearing the strange gurgling sound Cynder immediately focused on the beast and dodged the attack by sinking into the ground using her shadow sneak ability. Luckily when she came back up the group of humans was gone and the creature she was fighting had disappeared, knowing a losing battle when it saw her ability to sink into the ground.

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Spyro spent the night putting out fires, his bright scale pattern earning him the attention of not only the villagers, but the dragon like creatures as well. At one building in particular Spyro noticed several teenagars throwing buckets an a fire too large for the few of them. Angling downward Spyro blasted the building with his ice breath catching several exclaimations of disbelief, both from the teens and the adult villagers. None could believe that a dragon had helped them and with a breath they had never seen before. A loud roar from one of the dragons and the others flew off carrying their pilfered meal.

Meeting up with Cynder back at their camp Spyro and Cynder as well as Sparx watched the sun rise and the last of the dragons flying into the distance.