Authors note: This is my first fic, or work of creative writing in general. if you do not like it, feel free to press the return key and choose another story.
In my short life I have experienced many an astoundingly terrible injustice. I am sure that you too have had such terrible things happen in your life. So terrible that you can not speak them aloud, but you could write them down. I could go on and on about this, many unfair things happen to terribly good people every day, but sadly this is not their story. It is not mine either, but that is no matter.
Our story begins on an island, 12 days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death, located solidly on the meridian of misery. It is the kind of place that you would not care to visit, nor would you like to pass by. The island is Berk and while it does have charming sunsets and lush forests, it has a bit of an… infestation would be the best word. Infact, all across the island there are these pathetic little creatures who grow spots of fur on their head and practically nowhere else. While most would agree that they were pathetic little things, almost everybody had to admit they quite clever little things. Dangerous too, I might add.
The hero in this story is not the likely candidate. You would not know it by looking at him, and even now I can hardly believe it. When I hear the term hero, I think of a knightly man, or of a courageous soldier. I imagine you do much the same. The peculiar thing is that in this story the hero is the fire breathing dragon. I could go on and on about the oddity of this, but I am sure that you are tired of my endless narrating so I will start the story, and only stop to explain some minor important detail or what have you.
The sky was an inky black. There were no moon or stars to reveal this horrid creature who would be our hero. A high pitched whistle came off of the wings of the beast, the telltale sign of impending doom. On the ground below one of the savages, who were all too eager to spill blood,shouted a warning to his comrades. Cries of "NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!" could be heard as many of them dropped to the ground or dove for cover. Firing a few shots of concentrated plasma, he blew a hole into the defences of the hairless apes that were so vicious to him and his kin. He flew away after that. It was not his place to steal food, or wreak more havoc than necessary, in fact he shouldn't really be out there at all.
You see, dear reader, this dragon was very high up in dragon society. In fact, he had been adopted by the queen and raised as a son to her. As a hatchling his Parliament had been killed, by what he could not say, and he was left to fend for himself. Luckily he had felt the pull of the nest and promptly found the nest and as taken in by the royal brood. Being a Night Fury, he was at the top of the social hierarchy of the nest. First of course was the queen, a Vulcanus Dragonus Maximus was the most powerful so she was at the top, after her came Night Furies. Then Nightmares and Nadders and Timberjacks. Gronckles were pretty high up, for there were so many of them. It went like that until the Terrible Terror, the lowest form of dragon there was.
Hoch Dünn, the Night Fury and hero of our tale, landed on a ledge in the nest that was rather close to where the queen was. In fact he had a rather close relationship with her, for they had been together for many years and she looked to him as a son.
An angry glare greeted him upon his return. "And where have you been?" The queen demanded. At this point I think I should mention that dragons could not speak aloud as they did not have the developed vocal cords of humans. They made due with a mix of body language, grunts and some very mild telepathy.
"I was… fishing." He tried to lie, but he was not a very good liar being a rather good natured dragon so she saw right through it. She set one eye upon him in a scathing glare.
"Do not think to lie to me. This is the last time I shall forgive you. I will not be so lenient again."
"Forgive me." said Hoch Dünn. "I was with the raiding party. I went to see that the apes would not take more of my kin."
This was not the whole truth. He did go to protect the other dragons, but mostly to see all the strange contraptions that the apes had made. He would not dare say this aloud however, as it was forbidden to go gallivanting into apeish territory just for the sake of curiosity .
She glared at him. "The Niedrigere are not your kin. They are but sklaven to us."
"Sklaven?"Hoch Dünn thought. "If they are Sklaven then.."
"I do not understand" he said "If they Sklaven then what am I?"
"über ihnen"
"über ihnen" he thought "above them."
"I see, Tolle Sache. I shall not…" But what shall he not? He did not wish to abandon them. Well, technically he would not be abandoning them because they were all in the same mountain, he would just have to leave them to themselves on raids and such. It was still not a very welcoming prospect.
"...associate.. With them. The sklaven. I mean." He was mildly flustered at this point, he did not really think that they were sklaven but it did not matter.
"Good. They are so far beneath you that you cannot comprehend their station."
With that, the queen sent him away. He flew off, away from the nest to a rock pillar, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
