Who here has seen the new HTTYD 3 trailer? I know I've watched it at least 20 times. studying each frame, looking for clues that others may have missed. I for one am super excited and sad for this movie. But I don't like the name fans gave the Light Fury. Nubless doesn't sound good. What do you guys think?

Also if the draft of the script made Steven Spielberg cry than I'm definitely going to cry and I'll be 26 when it comes out. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I should let you guys know that I don't think most of the chapters in this story will go past 2k I'm not good at trying to set a word count in mind. Also so no one is confused Agnar is Toothless.

Oh and this story has NOT been check by a beta reader. Sorry if there are any errors.

Enjoy ^_^


Dark, cold, and never-ending, this endless labyrinth seemed to go on forever. This silent maze of twists and turns lay untouched by Man for countless ages. Its only inhabitants are the mysterious Night Furies, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Hanging from a stalagmite a male Night Fury quietly observed a rat scurrying around the floor. The small rodent was unaware of its coming demise as it searched for food in this huge cave system.

Without a second thought, the onyx dragon leaped down onto the poor rat, crushing it. He then quickly grabbed the lifeless body with its mouth and ate it. Once he was finished, he turned and made his way further into the cave. The sound of water dripping from the ceiling and hitting small puddles on the ground below echoed throughout the caves. Eventually after several turns, the young dragon arrived to one of the many dead-end tunnels. Here he could see his friends and family resting along the jagged sides of the wall. Some were sleeping, others we talking among themselves.

Unlike others in his pack, Agnar was timid and mostly kept to himself. In the starting years of his youth he was harassed by his peers because unlike the other Night Furies who were taught to hate humans Agnar didn't. He wanted to explore, to meet new creatures. Because of the difference he showed among the rest he was eventually give the nickname he's forced to hear every day, Kraidir which means "weird one" in the dragon language. As he got closer to the others one of them notices the young dragon approaching.

"Hey, Kraidir what took you so long? Were you too busy chasing bats again?" one of the dragons said mockingly. His scales were dark green with dark brown eyes.

"No, Rikon and my name is Agnar" Agnar replied "I was hunting. I got a rat."

"Oh a rat I see, well the other day I caught a human traveling alone." Rikon replied

"Why? I'm sure they didn't mean any harm." Agnar asked. Rikon huffed at his question "Have you forgotten what those inferior creatures did to our kind?"

"No, no I remember. It's just that was so long ago. Why still hold a grudge?" The young dragon glared at his nest mate with a sorrow look. "Not all humans are like that. I've seen many humans help dragons. If they can forgive why can't you?"

"Something like that can never be forgiven. They deserve to pay." Rikon replied "And they taste delicious too. You should come with us when we go hunting. Once you kill your first human you'll probably stop getting called "Kraidir", and be a normal dragon for once" He said with a mischievous smile.

Agnar shuffled his paws around. "I-I don't know, I'm a bit busy and-"

"The bats can wait. Nightwing, Scar grab him and let's go. I want you to see something I found." Rikon said, giving Agnar a pat on the head with his tail. Before he could protest the two other Night Furies who were accompanying him starting to drag and nudge him towards the direction Rikon was going. Nightwing was dark blue with dark golden eyes. A pattern of black streaks ran across his body and down his wings. Scar's body was crimson with vanilla eyes. Various scratches and claw marks dotted his face. They flew for what seemed like hours but soon they arrived to another tunnel similar to the one they were in before. The only difference with this one is across the walls stood human skeletons, all in various sizes. Different bones and skulls littered the floor around them. As they neared the end of the tunnel a faint cry could be heard.

"Well here we are." One of the companion dragons said.

"And where is 'here'?" Agnar asked

"This is where we store our trophies." Rikon said sounding pleased with himself "About a month ago the three of us thought it would be a good idea to showcase how many humans we've hunted. Over there is my pile and over there and there is Scar and Nightwing's piles." He told him pointing to each pile. He cleared his throat before continuing. "But most importantly in that pit over there is your first kill" He pointed in the direction of the cries.

Slowly Agnar walked over to the pit. The closer he got the louder the crying became. Looking down he saw a female human on her knees. She looked at him with horror and confusion in her eyes. Her clothing was ripped and there was blood running down her arm. The young dragon didn't notice the blood at first but when he did a sudden urge came and engulfed him. His body became tense, his claws extended to their full length, and his pupils went narrow. Shocked by this new and unusual experience, Agnar drew back, shaking his head, trying to rid himself of that unexpected feeling. He turned to the other dragons, who were watching him.

"What was that? He asked

"That's what it is like to be a dragon. The need to kill, to hunt, it's what being a dragon truly means. Smelling that creature's blood for the first time triggered your true nature." Scar told him

"But why has it happened now? I've killed before." Agnar asked

"Simple, humans are our primary food source. We've been hunting them for generations. It's in our nature. You've been eating nothing but rats and other mammals. It's time you try humans. " Scar said. Than the three dragons started moving towards Agnar, forcing him to get closer to the pit.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils. Sensing the "need to kill" as Scar put it drawing near, Agnar panicked "Stop" he yelled but they kept coming He tried to fly but Nightwing was quick to block him. He bit his tail when he tried to pass, causing him to come crashing down on the cold flood head first. Dazed from the impacts Agnar stumbled to get up. When he tried to he felt teeth bit down on his tail, dragging him. He was tossed into the pit with Rikon, Scar, and Nightwing looking down at him. They formed a triangle position around the opening, ready to stop him if he tried to escape again.

A cruel and devilish smile could be seen on Rikons face as he looked down at Agnar "You're not leaving until you kill that puny human. We're going to make you a proper dragon whether you like it or not"

Across from him was the frightened female sitting down, her knees hugging her chest. Her breathing low and short but the pounding in her chest was clearly heard. In vain she tore a piece of her shirt off as a bandage but the once sky blue piece of cloth was now dark red. The horrific wound on her arm now began to make a pool of red liquid next to her.

The lingering smell of blood hung in the air. Its metallic smell filled Agnar's nose. His eyes shot open, immediately going from round to long snake like slits. He groaned and huffed wildly, tossing and turning, fighting with himself trying to reject his instinct. His talons dug in the ground. His tail swatted and swayed sporadically. Above him the trio watched in amusement. They snickered and joked with each other, eagerly waiting for the bloodlust to take over.

After tense minutes the black dragon lay still. His breathing returned to normal and he slowly got to his feet. Upon opening his eyes he noticed his sight widened his sense of smell and hearing enhanced. He could hear the human's heart pounding and her blood flowing through her veins. Turning to her he bared his teeth and snarled.

"Yes!" Nightwing exclaimed "That's what a dragon is supposed to look like. Now go and finish her". Without a second thought Agnar pounced on the human. The caved echoed with cries of agony and a rich smell of blood filled the air.