Hey guys! Here's a random new story that I came up with a while ago finally got to writing. Like I don't have a whole bunch of other stories I'm already working on. (Sarcasm, gotta love it.) But, I like to get my ideas down, so may as well post them when I've got hem typed. So, without further ado, here is This Is Not A Fairy Tale.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own How To Train Your Dragon. Otherwise I would be in a wonderful mansion in some tropical place, and not freezing my but off in the far north. (jk. I actually like winter, just not the cold.)
Blood. Death. War.
All consequences of someone's thirst for ultimate power. Something that they wouldn't let escape them, but they had no hope in getting. Something that should never have happened, but happened anyway. May left dead, many others left homeless, injured, hopeless, and afraid.
But some others left with a burning desire to fight. Some who refused to remain hidden away and weak. There are only a few, and they have escaped.
During the wars, there were two twins. No one knows their names, or who they are, but they were a team, known simply as 'The Darkness'. They were unstoppable, couldn't be caught. They assassinated many of the opposing side, trying to free their people.
But one day, they disappeared after the assassination of the second in command of the enemy's army. Some stories say that they separated to keep the enemy off their trail, but never made it to their meeting point. Others say that one got caught, and the other got caught trying to save their twin.
My version of the story, the true version, is that the brother got caught by someone other than the enemy, and that his sister has been trying to find him ever since, and that was almost a year ago.
How do I know this is true? I'm the sister. My name is Destiny. My twin brother and I were The Darkness. We were escaping our last assassination, but when I got to the meeting point, he wasn't there, and he never came. I've been trying to find him ever since. I haven't seen him in over a year.
The guards patrolled the dark beach. There were two of them, a green Gronkle and an orange Zippleback. They looked around the waters and the sky. The Gronkle walked over to the edge of the water. "See anything?"
The head of a Scauldron lifted out if the sea. "Nope."
The Gronkle nodded and headed towards a cave with the Zippleback. The mouth if the cave glowed slightly from the light of a small fire in the centre.
"Nothing to report." One of the Zippleback's heads said. "All clear." The other said at the same time.
"Good." A deep voice said from the shadows of the cave. The dark figure moved forward into the fire light, revealing a blue Monstrous Nightmare with black markings and patches. "Then there's no chance of our prisoner getting rescued, or escaping." He snarled.
The three dragons continued talking and kept watch over their prisoner. Little did they know that their prisoner was awake and well aware of their conversation.
A young Night Fury lay on the cold stone floor of the cave, away from the warmth of the fire. Her wing was scratched and she had many cuts and bruises from the brutal treatment of her captors. She was awake, but barely. Her purple eyes opened only just a tiny bit to take in the light of the fire and the faces of her enemies and listening to their words.
Eventually everything faded out and she could no longer hear the other dragons talking. She watched numbly as their mouths moved with no sound. Slowly she closed her eyes and let everything go black, hoping that in the morning she could wake from her living nightmare.
"And they haven't been seen since." Meatlug finished her story to the young dragons. They all had fascination in their eyes. The hatchlings dispersed around the dragon academy, practicing fighting moves. Meatlug smiled happily and walked over to her friends who had also been listening to the story.
"Nice story Meatlug. You're always so good with kids." Stormfly told we friend. The others agreed.
"Yep." Toothless said, lying in the shadows. "To bad part of it's wrong."
Everyone stated at him. "Really." "What?" Barf and Belch said at the same time.
"So, if you know everything, prove that that story is wrong." Hookfang challenged.
Toothless got up and rolled his eyes. "I only said part of it was wrong." He said.
"Which part?" Meatlug asked.
"The part where they were partners in crime was right, but they weren't 'more than friends'. And they didn't get captured by the enemy."
"And how do you know?" Stormfly challenged.
"That's for me to know and you guys to find out." Toothless smirked, walking over to Hiccup.
"What's that supposed to mean!?" Hookfang yelled. Toothless ignored him.
"Okay guys! My dad wants us to patrol the island. There have been rumors of rouge dragons." Hiccup said, gathering the gang. They all took off and flew over the forest.
Destiny's POV
I glared at my captors. They ate fish and talked quietly amongst themselves, occasionally glancing to see if I was still there. And what did I get? Nothing. I was tied up and tethered to a rock, forced to watch them eat while I starved. And trust me, when you haven't eaten for more than a week, that's torture.
My captors kept on talking. There were four of them. If I was stronger and had food to eat, I could have taken them easily and been on my way. If I had my brother with me, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
The Scauldron, Zippleback, and Gronkle I don't know the names of. The Monstrous Nightmare I do know. He is Drachen. Drachen keeps track of all the prisoners and what happens to them. I've been stuck with him for a week because they're 'transporting me to a new location'. That doesn't fool me. I know what it really means.
So, here I am, injured, starving, and weak. Tied to a rock and surrounded by enemies with no way of defending myself.
"Hey! Prisoner. Get up." The Gronkle says harshly as the Zippleback unties me.
"I have a name you know." I growl at him. He rolls his eyes.
The Zippleback leads me to the edge of a small lake in the cove we are in. I get shoved to the ground.
"Drink." One of the heads says. I glare at them both and keep my head close to the water, taking a moment to look around. The Zippleback is watching me, making sure I don't escape. The Scauldron has waded out into the deeper part if the lake and is probably watching me from underwater. Drachen and the Gronkle are at the other end of the cove, talking occasionally glancing at me.
I take tiny sips if water, trying to ignore the dragons staring at me. Glancing up, I see the eyes of the Scauldron just above the water staring at me.
"You know, some say that the eyes are the window to the soul." I say to him. "What does your soul show?"
He growls and swims back under the water, hiding his eyes from mine. I laugh, dipping my head down to take another drink. Instead I get a face full of water as I get shoved into the lake.
I stand up, coughing and spitting out water. My injuries sting. "What the hell was that for!?" I yell at them.
Drachen laughs evilly and glares at me. "No reason, just having some fun."
"Yes. You're hilarious." I say sarcastically. "Water's not that cold. Why don't you try it out? Maybe I'll come over there and give you a taste of your own medicine."
"That's pretty strong talk from a girl who can't defend herself." Drachen snarls back.
"I can defend myself fine!" I snap back.
"Then why don't you fly away!" Drachen challenges. I stare at him, my eyes widening a bit. He smirks. "Oh wait, you can't, because your wings hurt." He laughs and the others laugh with him. I duck my head down. If could fly, I would have a long time ago, but they sprained one of my wings and make it worse every day. After a week, it got so bad that if I tried to fly, the wing bone would snap under the pressure.
Drachen and the others stop laughing. "So, now what are you going to do. Fight your way out? But you're too injured to fight as well. You can barely stand." I spit at him, disgusted by how he enjoys watching me in pain. He just smiles and nods to the Scauldron behind me.
It takes me a second to realize what it means, but by that time the Scauldron has already dragged me to the bottom of the lake.
So, there's the first chapter! But don't go yet, otherwise you could get very confused later on in the story.
So, in this lovely story, the night furies have their own language (reason for this is to be explained later.) Because I am too lazy to make up my own language. I have borrowed one (which I don't own). The language I'm using is Na'vi, spoken by the Na'vi in the 2009 film Avatar, owned by James Cameron. The language is very interesting and creative, and the parts that are spoken in the language will be underlined. I will also have the meanings of the spoken language at the end of each chapter in the order they are spoken. So, hope that doesn't get to confusing. And if it does, try and read along. I'll try and have most of the important parts in English.
I do not own Avatar, the Na'vi, their language, or How To Train Your Dragon. That belongs to James Cameron, and Dreamworks.