This is my first story, so we'll see how it goes. I guess you could call it my 'lockdown 6.0 project'.

I've taken elements of How to Train Your Dragon and The Last Airbender and mixed it together. Most characters are my own but there are a few HTTYD characters throughout. I call the light fury a white fury in this story and Hayden is modelled off Hiccup. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Updates won't be uniform but I do have about half of the story already written so I'll gradually upload those chapters.

And obviously, I don't own any of the HTTYD characters or dragons that I do use, nor any aspects of ATLA.

Rated M for language, violence and themes.

Their bodies were glowing as they rose up into the sky, the body of the young man hanging limply like a puppet with his dragon curled around him, almost as if they were sleeping. As they neared the stars, they began to fade, blending in with the night sky, as if the black dragon's hide and the man's scaled amour didn't already make it nearly impossibly to see the duo. Just as they flashed out of sight, a new constellation appeared above the congregated group; the man and his dragon will soar across the night sky until the end of the world in the form of stars.

The group dispersed, warriors and dragons returning to their homes, all but one pair.

"So long my brother," whispered the lone rider. His dragon, almost identical to the one they had just lost, warbled in an attempt to comfort his rider.

"I know, buddy. We need to find the next fury rider now that Max and Sydney are gone. We'll pack up and begin our hunt tomorrow. We'll start at the Academy and then move on to the water tribes, but right now we need sleep," he sighed, "come on." His dragon looked at him strangely, but refused to move, sitting down near the edge of the cliff instead. "You want to sleep out here tonight?" The black dragon nodded and looked up at the stars. "Oh, you want to stay close to Max and Syd. Alright then." The rider walked over to his dragon, removing the saddle and packs before lying against his partner's hide. A large bat-like wing was draped over him as he settled down. "G'night buddy," he murmured.

Red. That's all she could see. And smoke. The world around her was going up in flames. Everything was burning. Her eyes were watering and her throat was burning from the smoke, her voice sounding hoarse as she called out for her family. She whipped around as a large cracking sound met her ears. The roof was collapsing and as far as she knew, the rest of her family was still inside.

Flames continued to swirl around her and smoke continued to assault her lungs. But she was still breathing and she wasn't burning. The flames were licking at her, but they didn't sear her skin. She was inhaling the smoke, but she wasn't choking. Panic and confusion set in. Why wasn't she dying like her family, her neighbours and all her friends who were caught in the fire?

A screech echoed overhead, making her look up. A white blur swooped down, landing behind her. She turned, coming face to face with a white dragon. She stared in shock at the broad head, powerful wings, bright green eyes and smooth scales that covered the beast. "Um... what-" she stuttered. The dragon took a tentative step towards her, making itself appear smaller as it did so, as if it was trying to show her it didn't want to hurt her.

Taking a step back in response, she put hands out in a gentle 'stop' gesture. "You're a dragon," she whispered softly to the creature. The dragon rolled its eyes before taking a few quick steps towards the girl, pushing its head into her hands, immediately creating the sacred link between fury and fury rider. "What are you-..." she started before energy flowed from her hands up her arms and to the rest of her body. The dragon pulled its head back, making sure to stay close to the girl as fire swirled around the pair.

"C'mon," she heard in her head. "We need to get out of here."

"Wait what? Was that you?" she asked the dragon who nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Home."

"What do you mean? I am home."

"You're new home. We need to leave. Now get on," the dragon responded as she (it sounded like a she) gestured to her back.

"But what about my family. And everyone else here?" The girl asked, starting to panic. "We can't leave them, we might be able to save them."

The dragon lowered its head, "it's too late, I'm sorry. We need to go. Now."

"But-"

"No buts. Come on." She stood there, frozen in shock. Surely she was hallucinating from not enough oxygen. She had just had a conversation with a dragon. Dragons weren't even supposed to exist. They were mythical creatures, something children dreamed about. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realise the dragon had decided to take matters into its own hands. Or more specifically, taken her into its claws.

The dragon's talons grazed her side as cool, white scales pressed against her side. They rose higher and higher, the world shrinking below her, allowing her to see the size of the fire and the destruction. Her stomach dropped. The fire had spread across the whole town. It was in the process of destroying everything from the river in the south to the creek in the east, the blaze having come from the north, sweeping around and heading back out towards the west. There were lines of burnt cars trying to escape but hadn't been successful, each one filled with families, pets and treasured possessions, some burnt, others abandoning their cars and running. There was no way they would survive. No one would survive this bush fire.

Finally, as her body started to relax, the tears began to fall. They started in small numbers, drying with the wind before they could carve tracks down her face, but soon they increased in intensity, causing her body to shake with despair and exhaustion. With no awareness of time and the gentle rocking from the dragon's beating wings, she soon fell asleep, hoping she would wake up in her bed, in her house that hadn't been reduced to rubble and ash.