Prologue- Part Two

I could feel my blood drain from my face and run cold; it was the absolute worst thing I was expecting.

It was… a dragon


Its sleek scales were black and had a purple tint to it, its tail was long and had a fin sticking vertically that helped it balance itself. Also, just above the head it had a hood like structure that would fan out to make it look bigger, or crown if you will. The wings were thin and looked extremely strong, but they somewhat lacked in length. They also had one single talon on them to probably help walk and catch it's prey. But the body was what confused her. Other dragons had more of a build for its body but unlike this dragon, it was thin and long, but looked just as muscular. The two back legs were the ones that supported the body, but the front ones didn't even touch the ground. They stayed close to the dragon's body as the terrifying dragon made its way toward me.

Getting nervous more and more as it inched closer I slowly tried to get behind the protection of the rock again but my foot stepped on a twig. The dragons head shot up and pointed in my exact direction.

Gasping I turned around and held the knife in front of my chest. This is the day, my mind whirled, this is the day I'll die. Killed by a dragon. "Odin help me." I said under my breath, listening I could hear the dragon's footsteps getting closer by the second. Once I heard the dragons' breath on my left side I jumped from the protection of the large rock and held the dagger out in front of myself, hoping that it would be enough to keep the dragon away from me.

The beast was even more terrifying up close than it was from my view from before. Its face was narrow and it had deep blue eyes that had veins of purple running through the irises. At first the beast seemed surprised then it lowered its head and growled at me. Shrieking, I backed away a couple of feet and gripped the knife tighter around the handle, turning my knuckles white. All of my nerves were on edge and my whole entire body was shaking, but something told me not to worry. That dragons were good and wouldn't hurt me, but how could something so terrifying be good? Sensing my hesitation the dragon leaped onto me, knocking me on the ground and sending my knife out of my hand, leaving me totally defenseless.

Looking up I saw the beast's narrow face only a couple of inches from mine, its face scrunched up in a growl. The dragons deep blue eyes with its purple veins seemed to bore into me. Scared for my life I raised my hands to protect my face and to block the sight in front of me so the dragon wouldn't be the last thing I saw before I died. But what happened next I would've never guessed to happen.

Instead of feeling intense pain flare up throughout my whole body, I felt a cold, rough substance that covered the entire palm of my hand and fingers. Slightly I opened my eyes so they were just slits, and at seeing the sight before myself I opened them up more. Not moving a muscle from either fear or surprise, I didn't know, but the scene before me was…wondrous. The black-purplish tinted dragon had turned a beautiful, happy, yellow color, and its nose was pressed up against both of my palms, its eyes closed. If I listened closely I could hear it…purring! Was my other self, my sub-conscience self, was it right? Were dragons really good? Could this one be good also?

Suddenly it pulled back, opening its eyes to gaze at me. The beautiful dragon didn't move, and neither did I. We just sat there, looking at each other, then slowly the dragon laid itself next to me. Curling up in a ball it laid there, and I didn't mind, I slowly lowered myself next to it. Completely forgetting about the hunting I had to do, and that dragons were suppose to be mortal enemies.

From that day forward I soon found out that the dragon was a she, and not able to call it 'dragon' anymore I gave it a name. Blackstar. It sounded nice and she seemed to like it also, so it stuck. After several weeks of being together Blackstar had never left my side, we moved my camp into the cove, and Blackstar and I became the best of friends. Even if she was suppose to be a blood thirsty, murdering, dragon, it seemed that dragons were more than just what they appeared to be.


In celebration for Avengers: Age of Ultron having it's showing here in Michigan, I decided to post the rest of the prologue early. All I have to say is that Age of Ultron was AWESOME! I must admit that I squealed three or four times from excitement while I was watching it, but I couldn't help it, I was fangirling HARD! Also, Thor looked sexy shirtless. ;) Now to the story, granted it was small there will be more on the way. So, PLEASE, stay with the story. Plus, to all the people who have followed in the past days, DannieMae232, GuardianDragon98, and snowangel420, thank you so much! I hope you all will follow my story until the end!

Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon (to my dismay), I only own my OC and her dragon. Take them, and I shall sick Blackstar on you. ;)