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I loved flying. Flying was something me and my best friend and I did for pleasure, a simple act that we both could easily share in, but before I only experienced flight as his passenger. This was different. I have gone flying, but I have never been the one to take flight. Not until now.

My massive wings caught the wind beneath them, lifting me upward up and above the ground. My tail gently swayed back and forth behind me, guiding my path. Now, I was the one flying, not riding. I was not like them, those humans who were always stuck on the ground. Not right now anyways. Maybe later. The Alpha Night Fury wants me to stay, then so I shall.

I couldn't understand why I never flown by myself before; it all felt so easy, I simply knew what I did need to do. If I want to climb higher, I simply raised my tail; go lower, lower it. My wings did all the rest.

Why didn't I fly alone before? Or better, why didn't my best friend and I fly separately? We could have had such fun together racing each other or outdoing each other's stunts. Maybe now I have wings of my own, we can have some real fun. It almost felt so easy to forget I did not have wings before. Almost.

I know I am not a dragon, yet it seems so strange to be a dragon yet not. It's easier to focus on that now, but I keep feeling so confused about everything, especially when it came to myself. I hope it stops.

I shook my head. I had to focus, my best friend was still gone as were all my other friends. I needed to find my companions; my troubles and desire to play with them can wait a little later.

I did not know where my friends all went, nor did I exactly know where I lost them. But I did know where I lost my best friend. I turned to the ground, below me, retracing my steps last night. I remember clearly where I was carried by the younger human male, Er-ette, back when I was so small. His stench still linger in the direction we went, strong and potent enough that I could follow it by smell. Well, I did before I saw those funny indents on the ground. I don't know what they are or how they are made, but there were many of these weird… lines of markings going in the direction of the younger male's smell. So, I figure if there's some sort of connection, it was convenient enough that I could just follow these lines from the sky so I didn't have to track it all on foot. I felt really odd about using Er-ette's smell in such a way, like I should be… embarrassed about it. I don't know why, but I just was.

Eventually, the trail came to an end, at least the part I cared about did. Below me, I could see divots of land that had been torn up by a great force, tree branches that had been violently torn from their owners, most importantly, a cliff. This was the site of the crash landing and the fight last night, the place where my best friend and I parted ways.

I promptly landed to inspect the area better, starting with the crater that was formed when my best friend was forced to fall. His scent was still fresh, a strange powerful odor that filled my nostril For some reason, I wanted to drench him in water the next time that I saw him, but still, it was his scent. It was strange, we've know each other for so long, yet I never bothered to know my best friend's own smell. I shook my head. I had his scent, I could find him now. Then, once I got him, we could find our other friends.

I turned over to the cliff and glided off of it, reaching the bottom in the time it took me to make a heartbeat. Below, I found there was more evidence of conflict, my best friend fighting off that large dragon no doubt. Trees were fell by dragon fire, stones shattered by the the wrestling of great creatures. The trail was still fresh in both scent and in evidence, enough for me to follow.

I dashed forth, wanting to know the condition my friend was in. Maybe he fended off the other dragon and that strange human who rode with him. I bounded over fallen logs, ducked my way under toppled canopies, eager to know of what happened.

Unfortunately, I found what happened. The scents grew thicker and thicker until I ended up in a clearing in the forest and there I saw a scene that bothered me more than it should have. My best friend wore this ridiculous getup that I needed to help him fly in, I don't remember how it all worked right now, but because of how essential it was to us both, we rarely took it off. That garment now in the center of the clearing, but my best friend was no where to be found.

I approached the cattlehide apparel in startled surprise. It had been shredded to pieces with hardened remnants of blood dripping from where the outfit was torn. Clearly, my friend lost and now he was taken captive.

I sniffed around the air, wanting to know if there was anywhere else I could go. Unfortunately, the scent trail ended here. I found the scents of many dragons around here, almost all of them only landing here for a second. My friend must have been lifted by air and that made tracking him by smell almost impossible since any scent that could be formed would be scattered by the wind before I could pick it up. I breathed heavily, thrashing my tail hard enough that it snapped the branch it landed on. This wasn't fair, my friend was gone and there was nothing I could do to…

Wait. I turned my body around, the noise of dragon caws and calls meeting my ears. It might have been that human again, maybe someone worse, other dragons who were going to bully me. My Though I was certainly stronger than I ever was before, I wasn't so eager to take my chances while outnumbered.

I leapt out of the clearing and went behind a nearby rock that was large enough to hide my presence. Hopefully, with any luck the new comers wouldn't notice my scent or hear the breathing of my heart.

A Nadder's head was the first to poke itself out of the brush. It's head was covered in welts and bruises, but nothing really major on her completion. Her legs though were a different matter and there were these vines and cloth things wrapped around her ankles for some reason. She limped and lurched a little forward, wounded but still relatively well. I recognized the creature, she was the companion of someone very important to me.

And just like that, a human female with hair that shined like they were bright embers appeared from out of the foliage. She patted the hurt Nadder on the head gently and kept her moving along. She said something in that strange human tongue I don't understand, but I had a feeling that even if I did know it, I wouldn't care. My heart thumped with such force upon seeing my potential mate that I wondered how anyone couldn't hear it.

The Nadder bobbed its head toward my general direction, probably catching my scent in the breeze or hearing my thumping heart. But my potential mate got in the way, relaxing the wounded dragon's nerves with a gentle tongue under the jaw. I'll admit to making a low growl of jealous at the scene, I wanted her attention.

Right after them, two others made their way out. My oldest friend and a Gronkle stepped into view.

Like my potential mate, I didn't understand the strange cries he made, but it was good to see someone I felt trustworthy about.

The Gronckle was also wounded, but her's were not as major as the Nadder's, mostly consisting of nicks and bruises on her thickly armored side. Gronckles were tough, I recall and she was no different.

My eldest friend and potential mate made calls to each other and then to others who were not in view. Again, I don't understand them exactly, but I think they were signalling whoever was following them.

Next came two blonde furred humans that I… honestly wasn't surprised to find surviving. I remember both being quite frightening in their ability to take punishment and just… keep going. Mostly, they kept beating other up. They looked completely unsctatched except for the fact their outfits were reduced to rags.

The dragon… or dragons behind them, depending on how you counted Zipplebacks, were in much the same state, suffering bruised eyes from the encounter.

The twins barked out something to the others and there was a discussion going on that I didn't comprehend. I think there was an argument given how loud and angry everyone spoke to each other… which actually would mean things were fine. It's when everyone was cooperating perfectly that things were dire, right?

The last dragon amongst my friends showed up. Though the Nightmare fell early in the battle against that strange human and her dragon flock, he looked to be completely unharmed.

Who wasn't so fortunate, was my old enemy and sometimes rival that was mounted atop the approaching Nightmare. He was wrapped up in vines and cloths that made me wonder if he was even allowed to move. He didn't look to be in dire straits, but he wasn't exactly enjoying himself either. He shouted something at the others, I think a complaint about his condition. My friends then all laughed at him… or with him; I wasn't sure given my sometimes rival's uncomfortable grin.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone seems to have made it more or less in one piece. Maybe I didn't have my best friend, but at least I had all my other friends. They could help me find my best one, maybe defeat that strange human. We used to do that stuff all the time if I recall.

Still, a part of me hesitated about simply showing myself to them. I knew they would be expecting someone shorter, not as I was now. How would they know? And how could I convince the Alpha Night Fury not to declare them trespassers. I scooted back a few paces, careful not to alert my friends. The dragons all noticed my uncomfortable shifting in the fallen foliage.

My companions, well, most of them approached the clearing and looked over at the spot where the tattered remains my best friends things lie. There were some worried cries and hushed tones used by the humans while the dragons drank in the smell of our missing comrade.

"Not here!" cried the Gronkle, staring up into the air.

"Maybe flown," barked the Nightmare.

"Other scents too," replied one head of the Zippleback.

"Many others," replied the other head of the Zippleback.

It was so strange to hear dragon calls and know what they mean. I remember always hearing them make their noises, their short barks, whines, and cries, but never before I knew what meant. On the other hand, I thought it was so strange to wonder about that. Why wouldn't I know what they mean? It was human cries that were odd with their strange construction and overly long way of speaking. Proper speech had to be direct, to the point.

The Nadder was the last to approach, her limping movements slowing her down immensely. She sniffed at my best friend's torn garment. "Most old. There fresh scent," she spoke to the others and took a deep sniff of it. "Odd scent. Familiar. Like Night Fury. Nearby."

The dragons all took note of that, bobbing their heads up and down. They all turned towards my general direction, as if finally realizing that there was someone else behind that rock.

That was understandable to both humans and dragons alike. The humans and spoke cries of retaliation, well, most of them; my old enemy or sometimes rival muffled out something that I think even if I knew what humans spoke would still be completely unintelligible. Regardless, everyone readied for a fight, my potential mate in particular drew forth that weapon I always saw her carry; I just wish I recalled the name for it.

I felt like running away, but wounded or not, I wasn't sure I wanted to fight any of my friends. No, since they were wounded, I wanted to fight them even less. I hid behind the rock for as long as I could, wishing that maybe they would forget I was there.

They didn't. Everyone that was able to approached me, fanning out around the stone. The Nightmare and the Nadder stayed behind the others, either tending to someone too injured to fight or wounded themselves.

Then, I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't going to fight my friends, but I wasn't going to keep hiding from them either. Frightened, I poked my head out of the rock, letting them see me as the dragon I had become.

Each of the humans all gave shouts and cries of awe, of astonishment, that much I could tell. None of us had ever seen a second Night Fury before and I got to be that one. The dragons weren't as pleased with me, each giving low warning growls before the humans urged them to stop. I hope that was enough to get them to drop their guard or better, let them know it was me.

Then, I completely left the rock, exposing my whole body to them. They all gave more cries, though this time pained and worried when they saw I was missing a leg. Even the dragons looked at me with concern. I went closer to them all, stopping a short distance away from my potential mate and best friend. I dropped my rear onto the ground and began to sit, waiting for them to approach me. Surely, even they would know I meant no harm to them.

The humans all disccused what to do with me, their noise erratic and dazed. My potential mate dropped her weapon's heavier end to the ground, but kept it in her hands. She sounded angry, but not particularly at me.

I wagged my tail up in the air, patiently awaiting one of them to approach me. Surely, she would know what happened to me; she was smart, much smarter than I.

The dragons though were less hesitant about their descision making. They had an easy way to know if I was a threat or not for dragons could speak to each other.

"Who are you?" questioned the Nadder.

Interesting thing. Because the whole point of the transformation renders a human into a dragon in not just body but in mind, they don't need to be taught the dragon things when they forget the human stuffs. Because if they did, it would be quite a while for it to pay off.

Most animals do not know what footprints are. Toothless may be quite smart, but I don't think Night Furies really "get" foot prints completely.