Hey everyone, I know right now the story must seem really confusing. don't worry it is supposed to be, it will clear up soon. by the way, if your wondering why its rated T you will be finding that out soon.

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also, the chapters are going to get shorter, not because I am getting lazy, but because the time and scenes are going to change a lot in the story.

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Toothlesses mother's POV:

Its been a week since the other pups have hatched. Freefall Night, my mate said. He got that name because when he was a pup he decided to fly a month earlier then everyone else and jumped off a cliff. He is now known as the best and most reckless flyers in the clan. I am Crystal Night, I was given this name because the moment I hatched my scales shun and glowed like crystals against the full moons light. It is a Night Fury tradition to be given a name that represents something about you that is special. This means that Freefall didn't have a name for months.

My mate and I were curled up around a fire that incubated my to-be pup. He was due a week ago. Why do I say he, because I just felt it. My mate was beginning to give up on him and was beginning to morn for our loss. But I wasn't giving up, not yet. I knew he was alive, I could feel it, I could feel his strength. He was just waiting for the right time to come out. Freefall got up and trotted over to the ledge. He turned and looked at me, his eyes distant.

I'm going hunting, I will be back soon.

I nodded my head and rested my head between my paws, I starred at the mesmerizing flames. I listened, drowning out the roars and squeaks of little hatchlings. I was listening, listening for a small heart beat. I closed my eyes and focused. I heard, shifting, peeking and then a crack. I shot my head up and looked into the flames, perking my ears up to focused on the sounds some more. I saw cracks in the egg, but the peeking sound just stopped. I became worried but then it happened, a small wet and fragile black pup burst through the egg, sending egg shells flying. I looked at the pup, it was small, too small, it was about half the size of the other pups and it looked like it wouldn't be able to make it through winter. I shook my head, no, this pup is strong, I can feel it.

I lift the pup up in my jaws and out of the fire, careful to keep my teeth sheathed. This may be my first time as a mother, but I wasn't stupid. I placed him on the ground and he began to shiver, I grew worried but instincts took over and I began to lick him vigorously to worm him up. He protested much to my amusement and I purred to calm him down. But it only seemed to riel him up more. He opens his eyes to the real world to take in the sights. Then his eyes land on me and we both stare at each other for a moment in surprise.

Those eyes, those beautiful green eyes. All Night Furies had greenish eyes, some had blue. But I have never seen eyes like these. They were gorgeous and bright, full of adventure and strength. There was a powerful green flame behind those eyes. This little runt, my little pup was destined for something great, I could see it, I could feel it, and my feelings were never wrong.

The moment passed and the pups expression changed from curiosity to fear, he turned to run, but I blocked his path. Every pup seemed to react this way with there parents, I was the same. And there was only one way for a pup to understand and recognize who we were. I grabbed my pup and tucked him between my wing and my side, keeping him from running again. He was in a panic at first squeaking in protest and fear. But then he began to calm down and look at me, and expression of confusion on his face. All I could do was look at him with nothing but love. I brought my head to his and purred. He was becoming relaxed. I looked at his eyes once more before they closed for his nap and saw it again. That flame in his eyes, that beautiful emerald flame. Emerald, that's it, Emerald Night, that was his name. Before he fell asleep I whispered his name to him.

Emerald Night.

It was perfect, he was perfect and no one could say otherwise.

Yay now you know how he got his name :)

BTW if your wondering about his dad, he came back and was over joyed to see that Toothless survived.

sure he's a runt but he is my little runt.

I would love some reviews. they tell me that I'm not just writing to my self, and thanks to those who did review.

reviews please. :3