Okay so here's my firsts real fanfic, It's basically a spinoff of How To Train Your Dragon that takes place after the movie. I came up with the ideo for this after I saw the movie, just don't ask me where this idea came from because I still have no idea. So here it is, enjoy!
Prologue
Caden sat near the cliffside looking out into the horizon at the sunrise. He closed his eyes in thought as the wind whistled through his light, sandy-colored hair. He'd been born with hair that'd started out the yellow type of blonde, but he'd spent so much time outside growing up, it eventually paled to a light, cream color. He remembered that his dad always used to love to tease about the fact, saying that one day he would live in a tree since he spent so much time outside. Technically, his prediction had actually come true. The island Caden lived on had lots of trees, and he lived in the biggest one. But he didn't live there alone.
"Do you get up so early just because you know I'm going to follow you out here?"
His thoughts came to a halt when he heard that familiar voice behind him. He turned to see a moderately tall girl, that had her lond auburn hair hanging in a ponytail in the back of her head. Her usual appearance complete with her knee-length brown leather boots, short sleeved scarlet red v-neck shirt and and dark green pants. As usual, Aderyn was ready for action ahead of all others, including the event itself.
"Nah, I just like to think here. You know, before we go through all the chaotic things that are probably going to happen today" he answered.
"Yeah, more likely than not." His longest and best friend said back to him.
"So do you know what time everyone should be getting up?" He asked.
"I'd say the conch should be blowing in about ten, twenty minutes or so." She answered. Caden knew that she was actually talking about the conch shell the elders of his people blew at the same time every morning, it signaled the rest of the clan's time to get up and start the day. Though for Caden, it was more like the sun appearing on the horizon line that meant this. To him, the sunrise was his conch.
"You mind if I sit with you?" Aderyn asked, gesturing to the empty spot next to him.
Caden shrugged, "it's a free island" he answered. As she planted herself next to him on the cream-colored rock that was the top of a ninety-degree drop to the ocean below, she stared off at the watery horizion line with him for a moment before speaking again.
"Seriously, why do always get up so early and sneak out just to come the Cliffs and watch the sunrise?" She asked. It was true, the Cliffs, as they were called, weren't much to look at. They were cream colored, with an occasional streak of brown, with small caves dotted all over it's face. Other than the stunning veiw and the wind currents that turned upwards from the ocean to the edge, there really wasn't much other reason to go to there. But Caden had the same answer to that same question.
"I just like to see the sunrise and think" he said simply.
"About...?" She pressed further. Just as he'd expected.
"Lots of things, but sometimes about who got me into the habit in the first place." He said jokingly.
Aderyn thought for a moment and then said "your dad?" When Caden nodded she asked "whatever happend to him anyway?"
Caden shifted uncomfortably on the flat rock that acted as his seat for a moment and then answered "I dunno, he set off one day to get supplies or something. I think up in Greenland or somewhere in Europe...He said he'd be back soon but, I never saw him again." He said it thoughtfully, the memory still buzzed in his mind. It had happend years ago but there always had been one question that never stopped bugging him. It was why didn't he ever come back? More importantly, why did he leave in the first place? He never bought the story about getting supplies, they'd always had everything they needed on their island home, Calnavier. But nevertheless, Caden's father always was constantly setting sail to some far off place on "errands", as he called them. It was one of the greatest mysterys he'd been pondering over for years.
Aderyn opened her mouth slightly to say more but was cut short by the sound of a horn blowing in the distance. Hearing that sound, both of them stood up and made their way back to the place they called home.
The giant dead tree that towered about two hundred feet in the air, with a trunk about as thick as a building. It had swirling patterns around trunk and branches that were twisted in the oddest of ways.
It was, after all, why it was called the Gnarled Tree.
Not all that bad I'd say, at least for a first try. Oddly enough, I never thought to include Caden's dad in the story until I actually sat down and actually started writing this, weird huh? Oh well, please review, I'm still new here.