Disclaimer; I don't own HTTYD. Geez, people, it's a little obvious, isn't it?
Claimer; Rakkaan is mine. Buzz off.
Ok, guys, this a little follow-up story for It's A Dragon's Life. I was recounting how many scars I'd placed upon Rakkaan (a.k.a. Nuoli) while going over one of the chapters in "It's a Dragon's Life - Rakkaan" and decided that maybe you should know how she got some of those scars.
Again, I hand it over to our favourite secretive dragoness, who said that, once again, she wants to do the prologue. If you aren't familiar with her, then perhaps it would be a good idea to duck back to her story. It's pretty easy to find. After all, it is named after her.
Prologue – Scars Within and Scars Without
Scars are a lot like memories. I realise that now. Some fade with time, eventually forgotten, trailing after the pain that accompanied them during their birth. Scars lost in the indefinite abyss of time, unimportant, unnecessary.
Some remain. They could be worth boasting about, a reminder of heroism, or of incredible stupidity. A conversation opener, one might say. A source of respect and merriment, oddly enough. A stepping stone, teaching, warning, guiding.
But there are scars whose pain never really leaves, not on the inside, anyway. Memories that burn and ache and tear—memories still tender despite the "healing" time of repair and reconstruction. Scars like that will always leave their mark, both on the mind and body. A brand. Always there, concealed, perhaps, but never truly forgotten. Scars like that don't heal. They never will. Some don't want them to fade. Some would give anything and everything just to forget. What about you?
How deep do your scars run?
A/N; Let me know if you think I should actually do this or not, if that isn't too much trouble. A simple "yes" or "no," maybe a reason if you feel up to it. Not in your heads, though. I can't read your minds. I need the assistance of something called a review. Yes, those things do exist!
Pretty please? A flame, a CC, a random, anything. I would really prefer to keep Rakkaan's teeth safely sheathed where they can't tear the flesh from some unfortunate soul's bones, ok?
*dark shadow sneaking behind Fury*
Rakkaan, just where do you think you're going?
*shadow scowls and flashes teeth* You're no fun, Fury.
When threats to eat the audience come to the forefront, Rakkaan, I'm deadly serious.
*pulls face and mimes those exact words behind Fury*
Shoo. Go play tug-of-war with Vihreä, you pest.
*perks up and disappears*
Stars above, that dragoness is crazy. Bye guys!