The door swung open revealing a beautiful view of clouds. The new world was animated but with so much detail you could almost not tell the difference from real.

The masses of swirling condensation reflected the colors of the sunset in the background, creating a view you could only dream of.

I pushed the door open further amazed at what I was seeing. Wanting to see more so I stepped through the door frame, reaching out to touch the clouds. But as soon as my hand left the cool wood of the door it disappeared.

Then I looked down.

"AAHHHHHH!" I screamed falling through the air like a rock tumbling head over heels. The once nice vanished as the clouds went flying past me as I plummeted downward. The ocean coming up beneath me fast...wait, OCEAN! Where on earth had that come from!?

"Calm down!" I told myself.

Taking a deep breath I stopped my erratic movements and spread myself out to create more wind resistance making my decent more controlled. But the sea was still approaching quickly.

"I so wish I had wings right now!" I shrieked into the wind. Then more to myself, "Oh come on! I just got here! I don't want to dieeee!"

I closed my eyes covering my face with my arms preparing for impact. I prayed that my family would forgive me, and hoped my untimely death would be painless.

Then suddenly THUME the sound of wind catching on something filled my ears. The sudden wind resistance slowed me just as I was about to hit the water.

"What the?"

I looked down at my reflection in the water trying to figure out what caught me. There was me and over my shoulders a pair of...

"IEEE!"

I screamed again rising higher with a flap of my wings.

Yes, the girl in the water staring back at me had wings, not just any wings translucent dragon wings reflected back at me.

"Don't freak out, don't freak out," I reassured myself.

"AHHH! What am I talking about I just came through a portal into a whole new world, almost went splat on the ocean and now I'm flying with my own wings!"

I stopped again when I realized as I had been freaking out I had flown higher and was now a good hundred feet above the ocean. That did not help my fear of heights at all.

"Well if I'm going to have wings I might as well know how to use them," I mumbled spreading myself out once one to gain more balance and streamline.

The sensation of feeling every little change in the wind with the sensitive nerve endings in the scales on my wings sent shivers up my spine. Flying like this without anything to help me but myself, it made me feel..free.

But the new muscles attached to my back that controlled the new wings almost moved of their own accord, my only guess would be I gained new instincts.

For a moment I glided trying to concentrate and identify the right muscles that would allow him to move these new unfamiliar structures.

With a hesitant wonder I watched in the sea as my wings slowly opened to full extension, not as large as most dragons, but more than the length of my body on either side about 14 feet.

Looking at the size of them in the water, I felt as if I should be weighed down as if wearing an extraordinarily heavy, impractically shaped backpack, but instead they didn't weigh much of anything at all, much like any of my other organic limbs.

In amazement and slight disbelief, I swept my head to the side, part of me feeling the need to check that they weren't, in fact, a trick of the light in the water.

Studying my wings for the first time without them being marred by intermittent ripples of water, I couldn't deny that they were, in fact, dragon skin covered with scales of the translucent color, speckled here and there with a delicate red that matched the shade of my hair.

It was the perfect mix of humans and dragons.

Through the feeling of the air as it hit my wings, I became aware of all the conflicting air currents, making tiny adjustments to the orientation of my wings as I went.

Was this what it was like to be a dragon?

As I disbelievingly glided along, I quickly learned that it was a bad idea to try and overthink my situation, as each time I tried to work out the correct time to flap or became too focussed on navigating the different rising thermals, I found myself floundering and dipping in the air. Whichever innate instinct was driving the exact mechanics behind my flight, it was probably best to leave it to it.

Slowly, I relaxed, no longer hanging in the air like a rigid piece of wood, and instead of feeling confident enough to look around a little, noting how completely open and vulnerable I felt in the wide sky.

"So this is what it feels like to be free."

I pondered this, becoming mesmerized by the sight of the waves flashing by only a few dozen meters below me. I could smell the salt on the breeze and suddenly had the urge to sweep my hands through the glistening water, a sudden surreal feeling striking me as I once again took in my position, suspended entirely by my own power.

Trying not to think about it too intensely, I tried to direct myself down to the sea. I tried to think of it like climbing some stairs, not thinking about each muscle in my leg that I would have to contract and how quickly to put one foot in front of the other, but rather, thinking about where I wanted to go and letting my body take over to get me there.

It was difficult but eventually, I got into the new rhythm of wing beats needed to take me down, angling my wings so that I gradually swooped down through the air until I began to glide again a mere meter from the surface of the water. Breathless with wonder, I reached a handout and skimmed my fingertips through the waves, sending ripples and splashes through the reflection of the sunset.

Confidence building, I then tucked my arm back at my side before rising falteringly through the air with a series of huge wing beats, slowly getting a sense of the amount of effort required to move in different ways across the sky. Adrenaline began to pump more intensely through me at the thought of what I was about to do, rising higher and higher until I found a familiar place just below the clouds.

I didn't stop, rising up into the fluffy white mass, feeling the familiar tickling of the condensation passing across his face, only now it wasn't just my face, but my entire body that was completely surrounded. The water vapor passing in chilly tracks, shifting and swishing around my wings, each scale tingling pleasantly as the misty air washed over them.

I couldn't help but grin as I spread my arms to either side, barely even registering the bizarre feeling of knowing all the necessary adjustments to make with my wings and body, simply embracing the rushing wind and the fluffy white bombardment.

Overcome with joy at my unbridled freedom, I pulled my wings in and dove without a second thought, the familiar pummelling of the air not fazing me, a far cry from my hysteria on the descent from the door.

I didn't try to go too low but snapped my wings back open once I had closed about half the distance from the clouds to the sea, allowing the dive to become shallower as my speed decreased. Then beginning to swoop and glide up and down around that altitude, trying to become more practiced at the simple maneuvers.

Noticing an island in the distance, I tried to bank, part of my still a little wary of straying too far. But as I shifted my weight sideways I suddenly began to panic at the change in weight distribution, quickly righting myself and swaying back and forth in the air, pace slowing as I became increasingly flustered and began to scramble to take back control from my subconscious.

It was then that a seagull cruised by beneath me, cooly banking widely and passing back out of my range of vision. I took it as a silent reminder to remain calm.

Trying again, this time not panicking as my weight shifted but allowed my new instincts to guide me.

A tickle on the back of my hand that grew into what felt like hot water running up my hand caused me to wave my hand frantically. Then I froze when a bright red fireball flew off and hit the water with an explosion.

"Okay! That's new."

As I flew closer to the island practicing throwing my fireballs the whole way I nearly missed the battle going on.

The smoke caught my attention first, then the ship's firing bolts at what I could have sworn was Dragon Edge.

"Wait a minute. It is the edge!"

The soaring closer I could see the dragon riders fighting the dragon flyers in the air above the base. This angered me as I had a lot of fighting skills myself, with nothing to lose I joined the battle by attacking the ships.

Time for plan opera( I could scream high enough to shatter glass).

"AIIIIIIII!" I shrieked as I plummeted downward toward a ship unleashing a flurry of fiery red hot blasts at the deck destroying the catapults and punching holes through the side that quickly began to fill with water.

Swooping up again I flipped over and took my anger out on another set of ships. I relished the shocked screams of the hunters as I swept by demolishing anything in my path.

A group of dragon flyers came after me leaving the riders with less.

I smirked and danced through the air avoiding blasts. I turned and flew head-on toward one and threw him off the dragon freeing it.

Twisting around in the air I rocketed past them kicking a few more flyers off with every pass.

"Look at all the destruction!"

"I think I'm in love."

I rolled my eyes at the twins and drifted close to Hiccup and Toothless, "Hiccup, you guys won't be able to fight them head-on but if you knock them off the dragons then they can go free."

He turned to look at me, surprise flashed across his face.

"A new kind of Wing maiden? Do I know you?"

I laughed spinning around dragon root arrows. "Not really I have real wings, Evanns's the name by the way."

Fire from a Singe tale narrowly missed me, "Talk after?"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes suspiciously looking at me Fishlegs flew up beside him.

"Yes you better, we all have questions."

I snorted and threw a fireball over Fishlegs head, knocking a flyer off his dragon who had been sneaking up in him.

"Ah! Thanks."

"Your beautiful you know!"

"Shut up Snotlout!" I gagged twisting around him and punched a flyer beside him.

Diving downward increasing my speed I darted around arrows weaving my way through the ships hitting as may target as possible. Noticing a ship escaping from the battle I jetted toward my new target know Viggo and Ryker were most likely on it.

"Dragon incoming! Fire!"

I evaded the volley of weapons swooping over the ship, But I was so focused on Viggo I did not notice the activity behind me until it was too late.

THUMP

I groaned as a net wrapped around me tangling my wings, I braced myself and hit the deck with a resounding thud. My temple hit the wooden deck and my hold on conciseness snapped off like a light.