AN: Hello! For those of you who may not know, I am the author for 'Truth and Reconciliation'. To give you guys and girls a short explanation, I have been very busy with the aforementioned story lately, but I have come across some sort of writer's block. While I could probably put out more and more chapters easily, I feel that the quality would suffer greatly.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, or anything related to it.

To keep myself from destroying 'Truth and Reconciliation', I have started working on something new and something different. I will go ahead and let you know that I am completely unoriginal and uncreative. I can't figure out my own story plot so I am working off of an already used and reused plot-bunny. Hopefully you enjoy my rendition of this type of story.

I give you:

A Fury's Tribulation

A Different Intention

I came in fast, faster than I would have liked. My body slammed into the treetops at an alarming rate, ripping scales and piercing my hide along the way. Eventually I lost enough speed to hit a tree straight on.

Excellent.

At least the tree was on its last leg of life already. My side took most of the impact as I broke the full size timber in two. As I passed over the break in the tree, I felt the jagged edge tear skin from my tail; I hurled towards the ground and crashed into the awaiting earth to break my fall.

I slid down the hillside, carving a deep trench into the soil. I flailed my claws wildly as I attempted to slow my decent. Apparently nature thought my voyage should not have been finished so soon. A lip at the bottom of the hill threw me into the air once more, only to allow me to successfully impact the ground yet again.

That was unpleasant….

Maybe living life on the ground would be a better, no, healthier alternative. I groaned as I came to rest on my aching side. I looked up at the path of destruction that I carved through the foliage above me, and up at that useless black fin dangling caught in the dead tree. That fin, what was once part of me, flapped along in the wind as if it were laughing at me.

|| No…. ||

I felt my heart drop inside of my chest as I closed my eyes. I've seen what happens to other people of my species when they lose a wing or a fin; it doesn't take long.

That cursed mortal that laced this cable trap around my perfect body; he would suffer for what he has done to me. Those other members of the dragon species, the ones who lost their limbs, I could see every one of their faces as they were broken down little by little in agony and defeat.

I would now join them.

That tail hanging in the wind, shredded at the edge of its link, it would be the death of me.

I let out a moan of pain and anguish as I struggled against that impeccable harness of ropes and stones. Why couldn't I have just gone a little bit faster, been slightly lower, waited a second longer, anything? Anything that could have prevented this ruthless entrapment from encasing my wings.

I guess you're wondering how I came to be in this mess as a Dark Sentry, if you could call me that anymore.

It all started at the Isle. This place didn't have a true name, the only reason we called it the Isle was for a reference. You couldn't put a name on something so wretched, so vulgar, and so heinous. This place reeked of sulfur and ash; it was surrounded by a death cloud of fog and mist so not even the gods would have to look at it. Why was this place so horrifying?

The Empress.

A being of such loathing and hatred that demons themselves wouldn't veer into her path. She murdered for the fun of it, and tormented those under her will for amusement. If you didn't fall into her line of command, well, say hello to my ancestors in the afterlife if you would.

I can't explain the sheer size alone that she possesses. The volcano in which she resides is nearly bursting at the seams to contain her girth. I guess if I had two thousand dragon slaves bringing me meals twice a day, I would become her size as well.

Two thousand dragons…two thousand members of my species unwillingly giving in to her will to keep her alive. It still amazes me how every one of them will wake up every day and bow down to her; every day and succumb to her call; every day without thinking about what they have lost.

That's what I have done.

For five long years, that's what I've done. Only for me, it's different. Those weak minded excuses for a dragon can't impede her call. Do I feel it? Yes, but I may be the only one that seems to push it aside.

I've tried to reason with the other dragons, but none of them accepted my guidance. I've tried to level with the Infernohide; I've tried to teach the Spikeshooters; I've even tried to assist the Boulderbelchers. None of them, not a single one, will listen. They only believe the lies.

The lies… I never would have imagined a place filled with so many horrible lies. The power she seems to hold over them; it's all a lie.

The fire within a dragon is vital for its existence. A dragon's fire is what keeps them going, it's what keeps them alive, and it's what defines them. A dragon's fire is a clear representation of their health and well-being; if it's slow and ineffective, they're dying; if it's quick and responsive, while destroying the target, the dragon should have many years ahead.

This is how the Empress controls them. This is how she reduces them down to her irrational servants. She declares that she could steal their fire. A dragon with no fire would be a soulless creature, a lost imitation of their body, a mindless drone; there would be no reason to live.

I'm not sure how she convinced them of these lies. When I arrived at the Isle, all had already been lost. Any newcomers would be quickly brainwashed to believe that even if they were to try and flee, she could still extinguish their flames within.

They tried to warn me of her power, they tried to manipulate me into being one of her pets. A Dark Sentry is no pet.

As I said earlier, I may be the only one to reject her call. The calls that send us away, the calls that command us to bring her the meals she needs to survive.

It all started with a call.

I was standing on the ledge that leads from the center of the volcano. I spent most of my days on that ledge; it was the only place that I could seem to find…..ambiance. If you were to stay on the inside of the lava mountain, then there was no ambiance, there was no peace; all there was….was fear.

I stood on that ledge that which gave me a bleak overlook into the desolate murkiness. It was still better than being with the filth that swarmed the inside of the mountain behind me. I gazed out to see hoping that maybe just one dragon would listen to me; just one would come to sense and leave, just one.

I thought my wish had come true when an Infernohide came walking out on my ledge, but all hope was lost once he spoke. |{ Dark Sentry, it's almost time for the invasion. There are rumors that we will be returning to the Isle of Death. }| It wasn't actually called the Isle of Death; that was conjured from losing so many dragons. We've heard the name being shouted as the mortals attacked us. The screams of Berk.

We hated going to the Isle of Death; it was too risky. We could lose as many as ten dragons per invasion at that island. The only reason we keep going back was because the catch is of much larger feed at that island.

I lowered my head and sighed as the Infernohide awaited a response. If only we could stop this madness, if only we could change the way things worked. I turned my head towards my fellow dragon and looked at him in sorrow. || Don't you ever wonder what it would be like if things were….different? Like a life away from the Empress? ||

The Infernohide just sighed, disregarding the thought. |{ You know our purpose here; you need to stop trying to change the minds of everyone around you. Your fortunate the Empress has allowed you to live as long as you have. }|

Like I said…..lost.

I shook my head still not understanding how these dragons have convinced themselves so wrong. || Do you really think that you're better off under her control? ||

The dragon came up to my side so he could glare at me face to face. |{ You know that we are better off in her care. She gives us life, she gives us freedom, she makes us…}|

|| Slaves. || The dragon narrowed his eyes at me in disgrace. He had the same amount of bewilderment towards me as I did for him. How could I be so un-loyal to her? How could I be so disrespectful of the one who let me live? He rolled his eyes at me and turned to walk away in grief. |{ Just be ready for the invasion Dark Sentry! You know your duty and you're expected to honor it. }|

It wasn't much longer until she raised the call. My ear plates shook as she sent her orders. I cringed as her wretched voice reverberated through my mind. My side sensors throbbed as the Isle of Death was named our next target. She let loose a final vicious roar that was echoed through the cave, promoting everyone into the air and onto our targets.

Not everyone is sent to the Isle of Death, only about fifty of us are sent to the invasion; the rest of the group was usually assigned to either bring in local catches or to other isolated villages. Only those that are the most able-bodied and agile are assigned to the invasion; it becomes far too dangerous for the younglings and slower dragons to come along.

It was all a game to the Empress: if she was satisfied with the catch, we continued to live in peace. If she was left wanting more, death would haunt us all. The first to go were the hurt and elderly. If one was to be injured in an invasion, they would have a better chance living away from the Isle. At first she may seem to comfort you, but when you turn your back for just a moment or you are called to pay her respect, it would be the last you were seen.

I watched as the enormous drove above me beat their wings to escape the Isle for the invasion. They all knew better than to stick around, because the last one out…well, there never really was one.

I lowered my head once more and heaved a sigh of anguish. We shouldn't be doing this. Everything we do…..is wrong.

The last few dragons escaped the top of the mountain and a final yelp chased them out, sending a shiver down my spine; tonight's victim was a Spikeshooter. With one claw, I carved a line into the stone beneath me, completing the set of five. I slowly looked up from where my paw rested and gazed upon each set, another five upon five that had been lost because of her game. I closed my eyes once more and saw every one of those dragons that had been lost over the past five years.

I leapt from my ledge and beat my wings in the direction of the Isle of Death, leaving behind the crude markings that covered every inch of the rock shelf where I settled.

The flight from the Isle to what the mortals call Berk was never one of my favorites. Every time we would head there, I could only pray that our numbers could come back the same. I stayed in the back of the drove as they advanced on the Isle of Death. My time would come later in the invasion.

First, the Infernohide would capture as much prey as possible without the mortals becoming aware. Next were the Boulderbelchers, who swept in and ripped from the ground all of the fish racks. By this time all of the mortals have awakened and would have been fighting back with a deadly force.

I watched as a Four-Eye filled one of the buildings with its highly explosive gas while the second head ignited the gas from below. I winced as a flaming mortal came barreling from his home, heading directly for the sea.

I wasn't fond of killing these mortals as I didn't see the point. There simply defending themselves; who wouldn't fight back as fifty ruthless dragons week after week would invade their village?

I never took part in retrieving the catch. I never allowed myself to be seen. I didn't need to. The Empress knew I was far too important for her to take my life. If I were not around during the invasions, she would be lucky to get any meal at all.

I had a specific purpose; when the dragons were struggling, I was to fly in and take out the launchers. The launchers were our biggest threat and could take out multiple dragons with one shot. I had to wait until I was needed; too soon, the mortals would have time to roll out smaller and more portable launchers. Too late…. it was self-explanatory.

I saw my cue; the Infernohide taking a severe beating from the alpha male of the village. It was time to take out the main tower. I angled my dive and gathered oxygen within my lungs to fuel my fire. The infamous whistle sounded my position and denoted the Infernohide to flee. I heard the usual screams of terror as the mortals ducked into cover.

"Night Fury! Get down!"

Night Fury….Now that's a good name for someone of my stature. I have been called many things, and by far, 'Night Fury' is the best. A perfect description of my dark obsidian appearance and the havoc I wreaked on their village; it was a suitable title for a dragon that should be feared by all.

Sorry, I'm rambling slightly. Have to stop that before it becomes a nasty habit.

The alpha male mortal leapt from the tower just before my blast impacted on the tower. I swooped down past my raging destruction just as the tower collapsed, giving the mortals a view of the faint outline of what might be a 'Night Fury'.

They were smart to be afraid. They should be afraid. My accuracy was second to none. I had the most deadly blast of plasma this side of the Atlantic; probably further. I had no Achilles heel; I had no weakness; I had no limitations; I am a Dark Sentry.

According to the grapevine, that is….

Once high in the sky I saw that the tower was only half-obliterated. || That just won't do. ||I angled my wings to allow me to strike that tower once more. The whistle gave me a rapid sensation of confidence. I closed my eyes and fired that viscous liquid straight and true, annihilating the rest of that worthless structure.

The one joy I found in coming to these invasions was blowing up those brainless mortal's trivial little launchers. If those people wouldn't just keep rebuilding them, I may not come at all. It's almost as if they're asking me to destroy them.

Like now, for example; they leave this launcher out in the dark and have no one inside to man it. It's loaded and ready to fire, and just needs someone to pull the trigger. This happens almost every week. They build these massive buildings, leave them uninhabited, and persuade me to destroy them.

Maybe it's what they want me to do. Maybe they're planning to get revenge on me and are setting a trap.

A Boulderbelcher flew up alongside me for what I was assuming to thank me for my efforts. |{ What are you some kind of foolish dingbat? }|

Or not….

|{ You know not to go in for a second pass. You could have been killed! }| I snorted and rolled my eyes leisurely. || You really think I would let that happen? || The Boulderbelcher shook his head and gave me a look of disgust. |{ It doesn't matter what you think you can do; you never go in for a second pass! You are supposed to be a Dark Sentry…Sentry! Do you even know what that means? }|

The dragon was testing his patience with me dearly. I was not one to be lectured on how to do my job at hand, especially by someone who can't even think for themselves. I gave a menacing snarl to the ridiculous looking dragon as I narrowed my eyes into a death stare. || Do NOT tell me how to complete my task you insignificant little Boulderbelcher. I know exactly what my purpose is here. Would you like me to iterate yours? ||

The dragon was set in his place; he knew that his role was unimportant and he had no right on lecturing me. He gave one last grunt and turned to fly away. |{ It doesn't matter; were done here. It's time to return to the Isle. }|

Great. Now I don't even have time to blow up that last standing launcher. I snorted and turned to fly back to the Isle. I'd rather be plummeting into the gates of hell….

Screw it!

I twisted midair and threw myself into one last impressive dive to demolish that final tower. My whistle seemingly enhanced my speed and I gave that perfect blast of plasma to break my objective down into nothing but remnants. I soared past the wreckage and basked in the glory.

For about three seconds.

A sudden snap caught my attention, and suddenly I was encased within this vine trap in which swallowed me whole. One final roar in anger escaped my throat as I plunged towards the treetops at a greatly increasing speed.

So here I lay, entangled in this heap of what appeared to be a Dark Sentry, waiting for death to come and greet me. Maybe he would have mercy on my soul; maybe if I wasn't a dragon. If only I didn't take that last swing towards the tower, if only I wasn't so caught up in destroying those meaningless structures, I may have lived to see another day.

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Walking through the forest while searching for the most dark and reclusive dragon ever know was starting to seem a bit…wrong. I kicked a defenseless stone and watched it as it tumbled down the hill before me.

Why doesn't anyone ever believe me? Why does everyone assume that just because I'm 'Hiccup the Useless' means that I could never do anything worth mentioning?

I mean sure, there have been a few times where I may have played the part in the boy who cried dragon, but who hasn't? I know I hit that Night Fury; I saw it plunge to Raven's Point right before me!

Well, maybe not quite Raven's Point.

I have searched nearly the entire west side of this dejected island, and still no trace of that dragon. My notebook was becoming blacker with X's than the tan of the page.

Face it; my life sucks. You don't have to tell me twice. I've been wasting away on this island for far too long. Ever since mom died, everything's been…different.

Maybe she would believe me about the Night Fury. Who am I kidding? Not even she would believe me, but at least she would go along with it to make me feel better. It feels like it was just yesterday when she died, but it wasn't….it's been five long years.

It had been raining that night; no, it was down pouring. I remember hearing the first shouts that the dragons were attacking. It was so wrong; the dragons never attacked when it was raining. Everyone got into position, and everything was going along like normal, well, normal for a dragon raid.

Then were heard it: the high pitched whistle that stopped everyone dead in their tracks. Everyone turned to each other confused; what was that sound? Even mom, who was taking control of the head watch tower stopped to figure out what the obscure sound was.

We were hit….hit hard.

No one had ever before seen such a powerful blast come from a dragon. At least, that's what we assumed it was. The blue fire struck the tower with an incredible force. No one had even thought about leaping away; it was an unknown entity.

Like I said, everything has been different.

Dad promised me that night as we huddled around her lifeless body that he would change. I'm sure he meant for the better, but no one knew that the raids were going to become worse and worse as the new dragon started participating more and more. The Vikings soon dubbed the deadly creature 'Night Fury', because it only attacked on the darkest of nights. Soon it seemed like almost every raid we had, involved that fatal dragon. We didn't know if it was one, or ten of them; all we knew was when the name of the dragon was screamed and we heard that fateful whistle, we had to get down.

I guess dad just was never able to make time for me anymore. We no longer took those fishing trips, where I would end up wandering off looking for trolls. We stopped having meals together. He even forced me to work with Gobber so he wouldn't have to look after me.

Dad was always so busy. It seemed like he never had the desire spend time with me. I've tried so hard to impress him, but it always ends in a disaster. Now it's gotten to the point where avoiding each other seems easier than spending time together.

I closed my eyes and walked over the crest of the hill I've been longing for. Once I felt the ground even out below me I sprang my eyes open as if my mom was preparing my favorite meal to surprise me. Alas, there was no fresh mutton, nor the reclusive dragon I've been after this whole time. Even while being bound up by a bola, the dragon still managed to conceal itself to the point of not being found.

I started my quest onward once again as I crossed off, yet another spot on my drawing of Berk. I guess the agony of the moment set me off, because I ended up scribbling off the entire page with my temper.

"Oh the gods hate me." Bork the Bold had better luck than I do. Gobber told me the legend about Bork; apparently he was originally known as Bork the Very, Very Unfortunate. I guess 'Hiccup' isn't quite as bad as it seems.

Anyways, how can someone manage to lose a dragon! "Some people lose their knife or their mug; no, not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon!" I slapped a branch that was hanging off of a dead tree.

Not my brightest endeavor.

Apparently the Vikings weren't the only ones upset with me; Mother Nature had to join in and show me her disgrace.

After I walked past the repulsive stick I looked up at the dead tree it sprouted form. Why is this tree broken in half? I gazed down the path of destruction and was astonished to see a three foot trench carved out from the hillside. What could have done this? There were immense claw marks engraved into the bark of the tree.

Evidently something big.

I leapt down into the trench and cautiously made my way over to a small lip in the hillside. Was this the dragon I've been searching for? Was this the dreaded Night Fury, finally brought down by the hands of a Viking?

My heart was ready to leap from my chest as I neared the edge of the lip. I slowly started to peer over the edge, only to immediately jerk back from the quick glance of a black dragon waiting on the other side.

Please don't let it have seen me; please don't let it have seen me. I listened for any movement on the other side of the ledge. Nothing; nothing at all. Maybe the dragon was already dead. We've come across dead dragons before, mostly because some other Viking got there first, or its killer was lurking nearby.

I took a deep breath and inched my vision over the lip. There it is! The dragon that's caused this whole ordeal, the dragon that's kept me in this dreaded forest all day.

The Night Fury.

It was a magnificent sight; it truly was. A Night Fury: the dragon that killed my mother, the dragon that's brought so much destruction to our village, the dragon that has caused so much pain, trapped in my bola. And Gobber said my inventions were all useless. I couldn't wait to show him the power that my bola launcher contained.

I jumped over the lip and slid down hill to hide just behind a large rock. I took my knife from the sheath and sent a silent prayer to the gods to watch over me. I took one final breath and lunged around the boulder to meet the downed dragon.

"Oh wow! I-I did it! Ohhhh I did it! This fixes everything! Yes!" I brought my leg up to show that I conquered the Night Fury. "I have brought down this mighty beast!" I pressed my foot into the leg of the menacing dragon in satisfaction.

The dragon had a different intention about my smugness.

As the dragon shrugged its shoulder and threw me off of its side, I gasped in horror of its living soul. I lay against the rock for just a moment as I attempted to grasp some air. Why is this dragon still alive? Why did it not die in the fall like any other dragon would have?

I gradually shifted my way forward as I pointed my knife straight towards the beast. I kept my arms locked with the knife directly in front. I guess I looked rather pathetic from another's point of view.

I gazed across the beaten dragons body as I inched myself closer. How is this dragon still breathing? I glanced towards the wing that was still entangled in my bola's rope. Several gashes were cut into the membrane that held the wing in one piece. I rotated my vision towards the beasts head. Along the way I could see every one of the deep wounds still bleeding from the dragon's body. Its claws were still unsheathed from when it was tearing across the ground after it landed. I slowly looked up to the head of the beast.

Its eye. Its eye was slit open as it gave me the look of resentment. The dragon gave a lengthy groan as it peered into my soul. I shivered as I felt the reverberations coming from the beast. I glanced away from the Night Fury's stare and looked to my knife. I took a few deep breaths to help me accomplish what needed to be done.

I stared back down to the beast's head and wielded my knife threateningly. "I'm going to kill you dragon. I'm gonna- I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I am a Viking." I lurched myself towards to beast's head to show my dominance. "I am a Viking!"

The beast gave a moan of discontentment as I roared to its face. I raised my knife above my head, ready to strike. I quickly glanced towards the beast as if it could have one final word. The Night Fury glared into me as it seemingly begged for my mercy. I shook my head from its gaze to give no hope of survival. It groaned as our gazes broke, letting its head thump back down on the ground.

I lifted the knife up and prepared for the blow, and even began the lunge towards the beast. My arms just wouldn't finish the task. I couldn't do it. Why was this so hard? We've killed thousands of these dragons; why should this one be any different? My hands holding the blade plopped down on top of my head as I realized I couldn't do this.

I brought my hands down to rest at my side as I watched the enormous breaths escape from the beast. The Night Fury looked so beautiful; I never thought a dragon could be so stunningly gorgeous. Even while covered with cuts and bleeding wounds, this dragon looked greater than any other I've seen. I looked at the ropes constricting the airflow throughout the dragon's body. I saw the tension that was being forced into the Night Fury's muscles, I backed away.

"I did this." I twisted myself around to head back to the village; only to stop and return my gaze to the beast. I can't just leave it. What if someone else comes along and finishes the job?

I shrugged one final time and lowered my head in disgrace. Was I about to free this dragon?

Yes, yes I was.

I shot down to the dragon's side and sliced my way through the ropes with my knife, each one loosening their hold on the beast. One last cord; I pierced the strands and cut through as fast as possible. I turned my head and prepared to run.

The dragon had a different intention.

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Plasma-

Noun-

An ionized state of matter.

The highly viscous liquid that surrounds chromosomes and nucleoli.

The liquid part of blood or lymph, as distinguished from the suspended elements.

A living substance that lives within the cell.

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DNA-

Noun-

A deoxyribonucleic acid.

An extremely long macromolecule that is the main component of chromosomes and is the material that transfers genetic characteristics in all life forms.

A molecule that encodes the genetic instructions used in the development and functioning of all known living organisms.

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Genetic Mutation-

Noun-

Any event that changes genetic structure; any alteration in the inherited nucleic acid sequence of the genotype of an organism.

Results from unrepaired damage to DNA.

Related words-

Mutating- Verb

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So this is the mortal that brought me down. This is the one that has caused me so much pain, so much agony, and so much misery; the one that effectively scripted my death. I pressed my claws down onto the boy's neck, further entrapping him in my grasp.

Is this all the mortals think I'm worth: a scrawny little hatchling? How could they send one of their younglings to execute a Dark Sentry?

I starred deep into his eyes, the color forest green with a hint of acid, so close to my very own. I squinted down at him slightly; I've never seen anyone with eyes that imitate my own.

He cringed and scooted himself as much as my paw would allow. Do you really think I would let you escape puny mortal? No; I'm not as careless as you. I will have you suffer my wrath.

I gave several powerful breaths, each one rumbling a deadly growl within. In which way shall you perish tiny mortal? I refreshed my mind on how I had slaughtered my previous victims: the shredding of their insides with my razor-like claws, the impeccable single blast from within, my incredible jaw strength tearing away their skull.

No; you deserve something new and un-attempted.

An onslaught of plasma, one of the only methods I've never had the pleasure of trying. A constant stream of the deadly vicious liquid should give this human the perfect amount of pain I want him to endure.

I inhaled some oxygen within my throat as I raised my self above the mortal's body. I glanced down once more; the boy was using his stringy arms to shield himself as if they were going to protect him. There's no use puny mortal. Now, you die.

I felt the fire build to the perfect saturation within my throat and I unleashed its raging fury. The cobalt fluid descended rapidly onto the boy's chest, resulting in a violent shriek of pain from the boy.

Music to my ears.

I continued the blast of viscous liquid until the boy was lying at limp. I pulled away from the motionless body in satisfaction. The carcass was steaming from the massive wound across his chest. Plasma was eating through each layer of tissue, plunging through the membrane of organs and bone.

I narrowed my eyes once more at the hideous body below me. No one takes down a Dark Sentry. I shook my head in disgust and turned to flee, leaving behind my glorious work for others to enjoy.

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Hiccup's still form lay sprawled out across the ground as the plasma burned through the flesh and bones. The highly viscous liquid seeped down through the skin and tissue and pierced the veins that ran through the boy's body.

There, the foreign plasma mixed with the blood that was still flowing towards the main artery. Chromosomes and DNA were coated with the viscous material, forming an encasement around the ribonucleic structure.

The freshly encoded DNA worked its way through the veins and into the heart as it gave a few final beats. The cadaver jerked as plasma started to work with the tissue cells to regenerate the destroyed tissue. Skin was speedily scabbing over the infected wound while the plasma spread violently through the boy's body.

Black skin.

The outer shell of the limp body started fading to an obsidian mass while new limbs started sprawling out of the corpse. A long tail continued out from the spinal cord, stretching far past the length of the body. Two bulging lumps appeared from behind and grew to be a full set of immense wings; the force with which they extended flipped the dark body over onto its chest.

The boy's face started morphing and mutating into a head with a short snout and large ear plates. Acid green streaks appeared in several spots across the body, mimicking the appearance of scar tissue over a number of deep gashes, healing to an unnatural shade. A newly restored heart beat forcefully within the dragons chest, pumping the altered DNA throughout the changed body it inhabited.

Air began flowing through the dragon's snout as the chest started to heave prominently. The eyelids on the beast shivered slightly as a distinct moan was released from the dragon's throat.

The Night Fury's eyes shot open to reveal refined slits, revealing the forest green with a hint of acid.

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AN:First off, I would like to personally thank: GuySuper, June Odyssey, and Gift of the Dragons. If it was not for them, this story would not be what it has become. That's right we don't have 1, not 2, but 3 beta readers for this story. Hopefully I don't let you and them all down by messing this up. I highly recommend reading the stories that these three authors have written. They are very well written and definitely worth your time.

What do you all think? Is this worth continuing? Has all my time and effort, as well as the betas, been worth your time to read?

Please review your opinion and let me know.

Thank you!