Thirty Years since all this happened
Thirty Years It took to Rise
Blood on the Floor and In their eyes
They took the bite and left them to die
Thirty years and Now I'm here, The only one left to scream in fear
Somewhere at The Cursed Island
The creature, known as the Cursed One, awoke at the sound of something gurgling. Its eyes scanned the area for the intruding noise...
Until it landed on the barely alive Viking that was missing one of each appendages. How it had survive such grievous injuries, it had no idea. The Viking gurgled more blood and would've looked dead hat it not twitched. It knew the Viking couldn't speak. Not after the horrible things it had inflicted to the man... And after it had slit the man's throat.
The creature snorted and left the body alone. He'll die anytime anyway. The man gurgled even more but its pleas fell in deaf ears as the Creature had left.
Once Outside, The creature had looked for the nearest pond and used it to wash all the blood from its previous slaughter. Now that it was in the light, The creature appeared to be a mixture of both man and dragon. It had black hair on its head(obviously). It had scales in some parts of its body and Its Iris was colored yellow and its pupil was shaped that of a dragon's own. It had wings at its back and a tail. Its hands were shaped like claws and it had dragon(Night Fury's)-like ears on the top of its head.
Oh, and it was a male(Finally, I can stop calling him an it).
Once done, The dragon-human hybrid had left the pond and shook his entire body to get rid of the excess water. The hybrid then decided to explore a bit before heading back to his cave. His wings flapped and it took him to the skies as he flew at fast speeds.
A couple of minutes later, He had found a group of surviving Changewings and landed near them. The dragons jumped a bit but relaxed when they say who it was. The hybrid growled softly. "Are you all alright?"
The Changewings gave him an odd stare that made him flinch. "Sorry..." The hybrid murmured. The Changewings crooned and nudged the Hybrid affectionately, saying that they accept his apology. The Hybrid still felt bad for not being able to get there sooner. If he had, Then there would've been less deaths of his fellow... companions.
Most of his frustrations and anger were spent on torturing the captive Viking. That would be the reason why He was nearly dead. Usually, He'd take his time. There are a few things in the Human body that he had yet to experiment. However, emotions, such as anger, had clouded his mind and tore right through the man. Organ by Organ.
Anyway, He was snapped out of his thoughts when a young Changewing approached him. He looked down at the baby dragon and kneeled down. He smiled softly and petted the baby dragon. The baby crooned softly and enjoyed the attention it was getting from the Hybrid. Until a call from its parents cut the moment and the baby went back to follow them.
The Hybrid then followed the dragons and was led to a nest. This was the place where all the eggs and hatchlings were kept. It was the perfect place to hide them since it was placed so deep in the island that it was close to where the hybrid lives. This was great since when the parents are away, He would come out and play with the Hatchlings until they return.
Besides, the humans that'd dare try to come and attack this place never went that far before he got to them anyway.
Anyway, He was just in time to witness an egg hatch. The shell cracked and came out a young baby Changewing. The parents of the Hatchling came to it and nudged the Newborn.
To be truthful, He feels sort of envious towards the dragons... Or anyone that had parents.
The first sight of the Hatchling would be their parents(most of the time). The parents are the male and female that had went through a... mating ritual, as he had learned. What made him curious was that dragons would first lay eggs then, after some time, the egg would hatch, giving new life. However, Humans had a different way. While they still undergo "mating rituals", They give birth Directly. Not from an egg... He had witnessed that when he left the island for awhile and had decided to learn more about the Humans.
Anyway, To the reason as to why he felt envious, It was because he never knew his parents. As stated, The first sight of a Newborn would be their parents. He, however, woke up with a burning and painful feeling. His first sight was blood... And dead bodies of Humans. Yeah... Great image. Anyway, He awoke in this world lonely. No one to turn to, No one to accompany him and teach him how things worked. That was until he discovered Dragons. He had welcomed them with open arms. Some were aggressive, Some were merely reluctant about him.
Granted, He also harboured a bit of fear towards the magnificent creatures back then.
Then came the humans... Or Vikings, they call themselves. He had classified the Humans into two groups. The Good ones, that only attack when provoked, either by his appearance or if he attack first. He harboured little hatred towards that group.
Then the bad ones... His anger rose by merely the thought of them. Humans that kill without remorse and mercy. An example would be the group that invaded their island just last night. He made sure to be extra "creative" with them. Sure, there were bad dragons but they never really pay much attention to him anyway.
Actually, the first time he met people like those, the only emotion he had towards them was curiosity. One bad human had stated, "Your head would look good in my wall" or something like that. This had confused the Hybrid. The statement was... weird. He found no purpose in having one's head on a wall, as he had learned when he killed the man by ripping his head off then placing it on his wall. It seemed... wasteful, actually.
He then thought it was a game(he learned what the word meant by watching human hatchlings play around). And so, when bad humans would invade, He'd rip their heads off and count how many heads he had collected. He later found out that it wasn't a game. Perhaps they collect heads as trophies? If so, then he had stopped collecting heads since they were not worthy of being collected. However, He did found a new thing that day when his... malformed hand had went through someone's chest.
Bloodlust.
Yes. He had attained Bloodlust during his killing. It firs started out as an annoying itch in the back of his mind. The only way to soothe it was killing. He later found the meaning when he met a human with the same thing. Of course the attitude the man displayed was something he never attained. His bloodlust merely rises when he meets bad humans.
Then came learning about human anatomy(He, at first, didn't knew the meaning of the word). He felt joy when he first thought about learning how humans tick. It first started out as amazement. Amazement turned to harmless Curiosity. Harmless Curiosity turned into... Creative curiosity.
He would kidnap one of the Bad Vikings and tear them apart, gaining more knowledge about the human body. First was the eyes. They apparently give the human sight when he tore one of them off. Next was the heart. He learned that it gives life to the humans. If it thumps, they live. If it doesn't, or is missing from its rightful spot, they don't live.
Isn't learning wonderful?
Anyway, He didn't actually learn anything from his current captive since he had damaged the body too quickly. Oh well... There were plenty of bad humans that'd come. The opportunity to learn will present itself sooner or later. Besides, at least he managed to test out which body parts would inflict more pain if damaged.
Right now, however, He has to return. He feels tired now. He left the nest and flew back to his cavern. The human had stopped with the noise. Good. He sat down and began to close his eyes and fell to a dreamless sleep. This is his life. The life of something unexplainable. Something... Horrid, Twisted and Malformed.
The life of the Cursed One.
At Berk
It was another morning in Berk. Hiccup and Toothless were in their private cove, playing around. However, Hiccup isn't in the mood to play. Instead, He was focused on the story that Gobber told them last night. Although Gobber said it wasn't real, He's still intrigued by it. A dragon that can command dragons and use different abilities of different dragons? Sure, It seemed stretch but, still, A story is something. Toothless crooned and nudged Hiccup, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Hiccup looked at his dragon friend and smiled.
"Sorry, Toothless. Just got a lot of things in my mind." Hiccup said.
Toothless snorted and rolled his eyes. "As if that's news."
Hiccup, of course, didn't understood that. "It's just that... Nah, you probably wouldn't want to hear what I was thinking." Hiccup said in a nervous manner.
Toothless groaned. "Hey, Now I'm even more curious! Tell me!". Toothless began nudging and licking Hiccup.
"Alright, Alright. I'll tell you. Stop that, that's gross." Hiccup said while laughing. It really tickles sometimes. "It's about that story Gobber told us last night. About some dragon called The Cursed One."
At the mention of that, Toothless's eyes widened. "Is he talking about...?". Toothless murmured and pushed himself closer to Hiccup.
Hiccup was confused with his friend's action. "What are you doing?" He asked as Toothless murmured again.
"Toothless! What's gotten into you?" He yelled, finally getting his friend's attention. "Sorry." Toothless crooned.
"Well, I'm heading back to the forge. Come on, Toothless." Hiccup said as he got on Toothless.
Toothless thought about what Hiccup said but shrugged it off for later discussions. If what he said had any meaning... Could the Tales of the Shapeshifter have reached the human's ears? Oh well. Toothless, with Hiccup on tow, flew out of the cove.
Later at the forge
Hiccup had been keeping himself busy with more of his plans for later uses. He still kept thinking about that mysterious dragon though.
His thoughts were interrupted when Gobber came in. "Oh hey, Hiccup." The man greeted. Hiccup smiled and waved at the man. "Hey, Gobber."
"So what are you doing here? I thought you'd be in the Academy with the others." Gobber said.
Hiccup shrugged. "Had a lot of things in my mind so I thought I'd come here and ask you something." Hiccup said.
Hiccup had asked Gobber about his story and tried to get some more info about the dragon. "Ah, Well it's not actually accurate, you know. Sometimes stories could be changed over time." Gobber said.
"Yeah, but what about this 'Cursed Island'? Do you think you know where it is?" Hiccup asked.
Gobber pondered on the question for a bit. "Well... Trader Johann said that it was somewhere far. He said he ventured there once. The island itself seemed to hold some sort of atmosphere to it, He said. He also gave me a map to the island."He said, showing a map to Hiccup.
Hiccup was intrigued and stared at the map. Gobber took away the map. "Now I know you're curious. You have that look in your face. But If I give you this map, You'll go and search for the island. And If you do and get yourself hurt, I'll never forgive myself. And Stoick will never let me hear the end of it." The man stated and left with the map.
Hiccup pouted and just went to his private room inside the forge. He's still curious, though. He really wanted to know more. Sure, If it wasn't real, He'd be met with disappointment. But what if it's real?
Besides, He could explore that island, then the Island won't be so 'unexplored'.
Suddenly, Hiccup thought of an idea. He went outside and found a Terrible Terror. He whistled towards it and the terror came to him. He knelt down and petted it. This was bites. A red and yellow Terror that Hiccup found in their house scavenging for food. After feeding the dragon and showing that he didn't mean harm, Bites quickly warmed up to the boy.
Oh and he was named Bites due to his attitude of biting people. Specifically Tuffnut(for some reason).
"Alright, Bites. I need you to go get something for me..."
A/n: Hey, guys. Got another chapter for you. Still so sorry about the hiatus of my other story. Anyway, Do point out if anything's wrong. I thank you for your feedback. Anyway, To my readers and followers(I'd include reviewers but there isn't much), I thank you. I'll see you on the next update of The Cursed One.