Hola peoples! It's booklover3145.
Once again, I'm sorry for the long wait! Hopefully, though, this chapter is long. I think. That should make up for it, right?
But, it is a bit early, despite being late. That made no sense.
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Anyway, I've got this idea: after HTTYD 1, I could describe everyone's reactions to what happened. I know, that's bad and I should be focusing on this, but let me know what you think.
If I own HTTYD, then Toothless isn't the most adorable dragon ever! (Especially that smile he gave hiccup when he freed him from the alpha's control in HTTYD 2, it's so cute!)
Without further ado, chapter 3:
6 years later (Toothless is 9):
True to my word, I never interacted with Vikings.
When I was 6, I became old enough to help my parents and the other dragons my age and older to defend our island against Vikings. I am proud to say, I became a powerful dragon! I was an amazing flying, doing twists and turns and loops and flying at speed other dragons could only dream of achieving. My plasma blasts (yes, I called it by its actual name now, although superfire sounds much better) were precise, accurate, and so concentrated, they were more powerful than a Fireskin and a Spiketail combined- and that's saying something! I became even more powerful than my parents! But I didn't abuse this fact, except for when there was only one Cod left. That Cod belongs to me!
Basically, true to Dad's words, I became a fury of the night. A Night Fury.
Of course, Dad taught me everything I knew, so I owe that to him.
I also owe him in way more than that. What he predicted, happened. Because my name was in Viking Tongue, no Viking spear, arrow, or bola (long rope with metal spheres on the end) ever touched me, even when I flew straight int0 their fire. However, like Mum said, I was always cautious.
Soon, the Vikings started calling us Darkscales "Night Furies". I know. Take a moment to absorb that.
Mum shook her head. Dad laughed and laughed and we couldn't shut him up. He went on and on about the irony. As for me, I thought this was fate.
It happened on a bright, clear night.
The skies were perfect for a little nighttime flight. Which is exactly what we were doing. Mum, Dad and I were flying near the shores of our island.
That's when it came.
A Spinningmouth. (Whispering Death)
He burst out of the ground and flew in front of my parents. The strangest part? They didn't look as surprised as I was.
"Where have you been!?" The Spinningmouth roared in a raspy voice. "You promised us. You said you would lay the egg because of some stupid Darkscale custom, and come back to her with the Eggie. She has been furious!"
I couldn't make any sense out of this, but Dad spoke up. "We have left her! Deathfire is a disgrace to the name of dragon, and we will never return to her!" he said firmly.
"Oh, you will." the Spinningmouth growled.
"So, how are you these days, Cutthroat?" Mus said in a casual voice. She wasn't fooling anyone, her pupils were slits. No one can withstand Mum's glare, and I've been working on mine.
Apparently, the Spinningmouth's name is Cutthroat. But that didn't sound right. What horrible parents would name their child Cutthroat? Maybe this mysterious and feared "Deathfire" named him that.
"Are you still glad being Deathfire's pet!?" she spat. He sneered back.
Dad said in a commanding tone "Leave us and no one will get hurt. We will let you succumb to your slavery in peace."
"After all" Mum added, "You were never a match for us."
"Oh, but I've picked up some new tricks while you've been gone." Cutthroat leered and without any warning, attacked.
I was so shocked, I didn't realize I had moved out of the way. Cutthroat was chasing Mum, and it was obvious she hadn't expected this. Dad roared in challenge and shot a bright purple plasma blast at Cutthroat, which he easily dodged. However, the blast distracted Cutthroat long enough so Mum was able to fly beside Dad.
"Well, you've gotten better." Mum said, out of breath. Cutthroat snarled and lunged at Dad, who dodged. Mum shot a blast at Cutthroat's tail, bit it didn't seem to faze him much. I remembered Dad telling me a few years ago:
"Every dragon has a shot limit. How much does the Rockeater have?"
"Six, right Dad?"
"Yup! Six, you've gotten better at remembering this Raseri."
"Dad..."
"Hmm?"
"What's the shot limit for a Darkscale?"
"Oh, I haven't told you yet?
"No. You never told me."
"Well, I know this is going to sound outrageous, but Darkscales don't have have a shot limit. We can keep firing on forever!"
Darkscales can fire on forever, but Cutthroat was a crazy good fighter. It was going to take more than unlimited shots to defeat him.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a yell from Dad. Silently cursing myself, I watched the battle. Dad was trying to distract it while Mum was coming in from behind, but that strategy didn't seem to be working. Suddenly, Cutthroat lunged out and bit Dad by the neck! NO!
All of the memories flashed through my head: his teachings, his laugh, the way he held on to me and Mum at night as though we were the most important things in the universe, all of that- gone! I looked at his face as he fell towards the sea. There was one expression on his face. Pride and a hope things would turn out right.
Before I knew what I was doing, I launched myself at him, with a roar of anguish.
"So this is little Natt Raseri" Cutthroat growled. I caught Mum's expression: What are you doing? before Cutthroat jumped at me.
"No!" Mum yelled. The threw herself in front of me and Cutthroat sliced her neck. With a screech of pain, Mum fell onto the sandy beach.
My vision turned red. All I could think about was the way Cutthroat had mercilessly murdered my parents. I lunged at him and took a bite at his tail. I knew this mark was going to last. With a cry of pain, Cutthroat snarled "I will be back for you!" before he unsteadily flew away.
I flew there, breathing hard. Then I remembered Mum. I dove to her, and she was just alive.
"No!" I cried. "Hold on Mum, I'll take you to the cave. It will be alright" I rambled in desperation.
"No, Raseri. My time has come." Mum coughed up blood. I hurt me to see her like this.
"We can save you!" I cried.
"Not in time." she replied kindly.
"But, I can't live without you." I admitted in a soft voice.
Mum laughed weakly. "Raseri, we will always be with you no matter what. Don't you ever forget that." I nodded through my tears.
"Good. Now, remember: you must always do good, create instead of destroying, and above all, do what you think is right. No matter what anyone else says." Mum said wisely. "Remember this, Raseri, promise me!"
"I promise." I said firmly.
"Good. I love you Raseri. Don't you ever forget that! There are other people in this world that care for you too, who might be surprising but will lay down your life for you. You will do the same for them. Find those people."
I nodded, remembering everything she said.
"My strength is failing" Mum chuckled. I just nodded again, I didn't trust myself to speak.
"Goodbye! I am proud of you, Natt Raseri." and with a sigh, she closed her eyes.
"Goodbye, Mum." I said hoarsely.
I gave Mum and Dad a proper dragon send-off. I buried both of their bodies next to the oldest tree I could find.
That's when it hit me, all of a sudden, all in a rush.
Mum and Dad were dead. Murdered. I couldn't stay here, the memories would kill me. I would have to leave the only place I had ever known.
I remembered what Mum said: "There are other people in this world that care for you too, who might be surprising but will lay down your life for you. You will do the same for them. Find those people.", but the only people who cared for me are, were, my parents. I would remember Mum's words forever, they seemed like the most important thing in the world. But, again I realized:
I was alone.
That was so sad! *Sobbing hysterically in the background* Honestly, I can't believe that I write this stuff.
Rarseri's Mum is a wise woman. Wait... I wrote her.
I'm a wise woman.
Anyway, the next chapter should be up by Sunday.
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee!