PROLOUGUE ONE - the crying forest
They flew gracefully through the clouds, joyful and happy, as usual, when something grabbed the attention of gleeful dragon. The dark coloured creature made such a sudden change of direction that his disgruntled rider said, "Toothless, what do you hear?"
The dragon made a head jerk towards the ground. The ginger-haired man looked down, listening intently for any sound besides the rushing wind in his ears.
It was faint, but he could hear what sounded like a baby's cry. He nodded toward the winged beast as they nosedived toward the ground. The dragon named Toothless made a sharp turn to avoid the on-coming trees and landed very hastily, his friend and master hopping off his back quickly and effortlessly. They both faced a large scorched rock that looked like it had been carved into the shape of a nest.
They glanced at each other before striding forward to check the nest-like rock that was emitting the crying noise. As the inside of the nest came into view its contents only confused the man further.
An indent filled with broken egg shells that could easily have held baby dragons, but were a strange shade of colour that both Toothless nor the man had ever seen, as well as a wriggling bundle of clothes and various plant life and moss. The man exchanged another look with the Night Fury.
He carefully unwrapped the cloth to unearth an extremely pale human baby with various strange differences on his body, such as his eyes which were the colour of neon yellow with bright green and orange stripes surrounding barely slitted pupils, not unlike that of Toothless's eyes. His teeth were not square, but sharp, and his skin was oddly toned, as if he should have had glowing white scales where he had pale, pale skin.
The overall look of the child made the red-haired man even more confused than he already was. He glanced at Toothless, hoping to see if he had any idea of what the child was, but discovered the dragon staring at the child with fascination.
The dragon leaned forward to sniff the baby tentatively, almost carefully. The child stopped crying and stared blankly at the curious dragon. Slowly he lifted his tiny hand and explored the nose and lower forehead of the beast. Toothless closed his eyes and made the purring sound the man knew all too well.
The man sighed. "I suppose if you approve of him, we can't just leave him. Maybe Astrid will have some idea." The dragon snorted his reply.
The man carefully held the baby in his arms and mounted Toothless. They took off apprehensively toward Berk, the ginger-haired man's and Toothless's home.