A/N: *hides behind my wall of shame* ….I am so sorry T^T
…I was at Naka-kon, I didn't have time to be here! I was all the way in Kansas! I dressed up like Hiccup and I brought along my Toothless pillow pet! And guess what was my luck? I WAS THE ONLY HICCUP THERE FOR BOTH DAYS! Everybody loved me so much and they were hugging me and taking so many pictures! I was awesome. Taking the fact in that I was the only Hiccup and the people might not have seen me again, I ended up having to be in a lot of awkward poses and places for pics. One of them I was in the bathroom. Another I was walking back to my mom holding my hotdog and french-fries in on hand, my soda in the other, and my Toothless crammed in front of me as I tried to hold on. Great picture time, huh? ;)
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"WE WERE SO CLOSE!" The roar exploded like a crack in the somber silence, bouncing off of the walls and reverberating in every dragons' ears as they winced from the noise. The dragon paced back and forth angrily, tossing its head back and forth widely as its eyes were narrowed into furious slits. Nobody spoke, nobody moved, wide eyes merely flickering to one another as they tried to figure out what they were supposed to do as of right now. Keeping silent meant that this could be longer than it really needed to be. Going up would probably get them their head dismembered from their body. They chose to stay still, sitting neatly in the clearing as they looked one emptily.
All but one of them. One of the Night Furies lifted her head high, jaw locking fiercely as she stalked forward, tense and stiff as she glared at the dragon that was still pacing back and forth. "Fleetfoot!" She shouted sternly, not even wavering as the rage-filled dragon whirled around to face her. She didn't even flinch when the dragon stalked forward, getting nose-to-nose with her as he glared at her hotly. His wings fluttered restlessly at his sides, the dragon's claws scoring the ground over and over as he bared his teeth.
"What is it?" He snarled, drawing back with a sour look on his mug as he straightened. He obviously thought himself higher than the female, drawing himself up self-importantly as his eyes flashed with something of contempt as he looked down. "You know I have no patience for something of yourself, Mistyeyes." He said the name with venom, sly smirks coming from the dragons that were gathered closer around him. Other dragon, the ones off to the side, shifted uneasily, eyes shooting worried looks over at the dragon that had been the leader figure for so long. She did not react though, her face blank as she looked fixedly at the male dragon. He went on though, voice still thick with malice as he looked away, sticking his nose into the air. "We all know what you are, Mistyeyes." He snorted. "You're a HUMAN lover."
A growl came from the side of the crowd, but Mistyeyes only held her head a little higher, eyes flashing dangerously by now as her claws unsheathed. "I am not a human lover, Fleetfoot." She snarled, the crowd quieting immediately at the anger hidden thinly in her voice. "But I am not a human destroyer as you intend to be." Fleetfoot glanced over at her as she spoke. "What are we doing here, Fleetfoot? You have no reason to be doing whatever it is you're trying to do!" Her anger mounted as she went on, turning and looking at the Night Furies all crowded together. "We do not belong this far from home! We need to return, you have no reason to be attacking harmless people that never did anything to us!"
Murmuring amongst the dragons helped to steel Mistyeyes as she went on. "You drag the whole Clan down here just to amuse yourself in terrorizing innocent people!" She snapped, Fleetfoot's sour look deepening as he glared at her hotly. "Let's end this charade, you had your fun! I sat back today and watched you attack the village, but I refuse to do it again. We're going back, whether you want to or not." With that, a little more of her leader side came out as her voice sharpened, she pushed past Fleetfoot and started for the edge of the island, muttering under her breath as she cast a glance back at him. "I cannot believe how foolish you could get." She said coldly. "Dragging everybody over her for some sort of silly revenge!"
Fleetfoot's tail flicked to the side dismissively. "It's not all of the Clan." He said briskly, Mistyeyes deadpanning as he spoke. "After all, those who were too cowardly stayed behind. Too cowardly to get a little blood on themselves, of course. Who don't care what happens to us if we let those humans run free." Getting to his feet, he stalked forward and intercepted Mistyeyes, standing between her and the water with a triumphant grin. Taking a short step backwards, Mistyeyes growled underneath her breath at the movement, standing tensely as she looked up at Fleetfoot. "Which brings me to wonder." The dragon mused. "Why did you drag yourself all the way over here if you love humans so much? Wanted to make a few human friends? Is that it? Hmm?"
Mistyeyes twitched as laughter rippled among those who were watching. Squaring her shoulders, she tried to match Fleetfoot's height, trying to push down her anger at being mocked. The fact of her being younger than Fleetfoot rang in her mind, but she pushed that down also. Drawing herself up, she spoke once more, voice dark. "You know I would never do something like that." She snapped, eyes flashing. "But I also wouldn't sit by and watch my friends become wracked up in your silly little charade!"
"Oh really?" Fleetfoot demanded, hackles raising immediately. He lunged forward, knocking her aside. Gasping, Mistyeyes stumbled slightly, regaining her footing in time to look up, blinking rapidly as Fleetfoot turned to face the rest of the dragons crowded around together. "She seems to have forgotten what the Vikings did to us!" He shouted, his voice traveling over the cluster. Ears perked with interest, shoulders sagged, others looked away, trying to be indifferent. "She seemed to have forgotten the fact that they killed many of our own when they ambushed us! How they left leaving us in chaos! How they turned one of our own against us!"
Asher got to his feet, eyes blazing with anger as he raised his voice to be as loud as Fleetfoot's. "They killed my mate!" He yowled angrily, his glare raking over those surrounding him. "Who are they to kill other's loved ones and not take the same in return? They're monsters, killing dragons for so long without a passing care! We're the Night Furies, the strongest dragons in the world! We are the ones who are meant to be teaching the humans a lesson!"
The Night Fury weaved forward to stand beside Fleetfoot, chest puffed out importantly, head drawn up majestically. The two stood shoulder-to-shoulder, eyes both gleaming with bloodlust as they swept over the other dragons, looking about ready to pounce forward on their prey. They looked ready to kill. "Who's with us!" Fleetfoot called out, swinging his head back to look at Mistyeyes critically. "We cannot afford to have stragglers amongst us. We have to reap revenge from the humans who ruined us and others!"
The others lifted their heads back, yowling loudly in agreement, flapping their wings and causing blasts of wind to shoot across the clearing of the island. Burning with rage, Mistyeyes shot to her feet, having to raise her voice as loud as it could go to be able to be heard over the roar of the noise. "REVENGE FOR WHAT!" She screamed, Fleetfoot's gaze slightly amused as he looked back at her. "WHAT HAVE YOU FOR ANY REASON TO START THIS?"
"You have forgotten about Toothless." Fleetfoot snarled, stalking back over to her.
"What about him?" Mistyeyes snorted, looking at Fleetfoot as if he were trash.
"The humans turned him against us!" He snarled. Mistyeyes rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a frustrated snort, but he went on. "Think about it, Mistyeyes! He was perfectly fine with us before the human came along! He was fitting in with everybody, he BELONGED with us. And he still DOES. The humans took him from all of us, not to mention turned him against Nightflight!" At the she-dragon's name, his eyes burned even hotter, claws sinking into the ground. "How could you play pity for people so vile? They don't deserve to live!"
Mistyeyes gave him a sour look. "What your saying is vile, Fleetfoot." She snapped quietly.
At this, Fleetfoot's eyes narrowed. "Then leave." He snarled, catching Mistyeyes off guard as the younger dragon straightened. "Like I said before, we don't have room for people like Toothless on our side. Why don't you go and be the village's pet, just like Toothless. I'm sure you'll find a better life being a child's plaything than a true Night Fury. They stole Shadowclaw from us too, who's to say what else they'll end up doing, Mistyeyes."
"You're not after the people." Mistyeyes murmured, eyes searching Fleetfoot's.
"Of course I am." Fleetfoot said dismissively, flicking an ear as he looked down at her once more. "I'm after all of them just the same. Humans shouldn't be here in the first place, dragons are the true rulers of the earth, and we should make it that way once more." Blinking once, he laughed lightly. "But…you are right about one thing." He said finally, Mistyeyes leaning forward and looking over at him with a steady look. "There is one." Fleetfoot's eyes darkened. "The one that caused it all. That twig that got free from us. If it wasn't for him, we would have both Toothless and Shadowclaw still with us, along with all the others killed by the Vikings. Funny. That such a big mess could come from a mere twig. But…he will not escape our grasp once more. I'll make sure of that this time, yes I will."
Glancing over out into the sea, Mistyeyes sighed heavily, picturing the little island of Berk. It had looked peaceful when the dragons first started to fly there. Mistyeyes had hovered by, watching with a horrified look as it slowly got engulfed by flames. She closed her eyes tightly, blowing out a breath in a huff as her mind flashed back. She had seen Toothless and Shadowclaw, come to think of it. Although that wasn't the thing she was looking at mainly. She had watched the human, having recognized the male from the cave a while ago.
He had looked….scared. That was the word. He kept making loud yelling noises, trying to yank clumsily on Toothless as they dodged the fireballs sent down from the other Night Furies. Mistyeyes had realized she had felt something odd. Something she didn't associate with humans most of the times. Usually she was neutral with them, keeping to herself unless they attacked first. She never felt anything for them. But this time…she had felt something. Something strong.
She had felt pity. Sadness for the fear that the male was going through. It was small, it was only a child. It wasn't big and strong like most males. It was short, skinny and weak. Something about the human had made a twinge go through Mistyeyes's heart, making horror go through her as she watched the child fall from its dragon's saddle. She had actually felt something…the odd part out of it. Opening her eyes, Mistyeyes looked down at her feet, thoughts and questions crowding in her mind.
Blinking rapidly, she saw that Fleetfoot was still looking down at her, waiting for her to say something. Waiting for her to decide if she wanted to stay with the Night Furies or not. Ears flattening, Mistyeyes glanced back over at the sea, at the churning waves that looked dark and menacing all of a sudden. She then looked back at the crowd of dragons, who were now racing and tumbling and fighting with another, getting into mock fights as they ducked and swiped. This Clan was all Mistyeyes ever knew. It was all she could stay with. It was all she could imagine doing.
But this wasn't her Clan anymore…it was something else. A band of dragons bent on an unnecessary revenge that would surely lead to many deaths. The Vikings were not soft, they would start killing as soon as the dragons set foot on the island. Mistyeyes knew that much, but it seemed like Fleetfoot wasn't aware of the fact. All he saw was red, blinded by rage and sorrow at what the Clan had lost. Humans had been attacking dragons ever since the first times began, why should this turn everything around like it was? Sure, humans had never come into contact with Night Furies before now, but surely Fleetfoot knew that this was a routine thing for some of the other dragons?
…Or used to be. Mistyeyes swallowed as she remembered Toothless's explanation of how the two races had come together at Berk. What was it he had said…that the twig had been responsible for it. A small thing had been the reason that dragons and humans now lived together at Berk. But the only Night Furies there were two, it would be lonely living there. Separated from family and friends, all that you've ever come to know. Toothless might have been willing to give it all up for whatever reason, but Mistyeyes couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Besides, if she went there, she didn't think she would be welcome anyways. Fleetfoot seemed to know that at least, a smug look on his face as he waited patiently for her to say something. About the only thing he's ever patient with, of course. Only when he was waiting for somebody to confess they were wrong. Wings twitching with annoyance, Mistyeyes had half a mind to open her mouth and continue the argument even though she knew she would be stalling. But he would see right through her if she did, making everything even worse.
Sighing heavily, Mistyeyes hung her head, wings going limp as she looked at Fleetfoot out of the corner of her eye. The Night Fury snickered at the defeat, pushing himself up to his feet and giving a laugh. "At least you're starting to catch on, Mistyeyes." Fleetfoot sneered. The female's eyes narrowed as he went on. "I'm in charge now, not some puny little she-dragon. You made people soft and weak, I'm going to make the Night Furies great once more, I'm going to make them feared like in the old times! Something you never would have been able to do."
"And how will you do that, Fleetfoot?" Mistyeyes asked, voice a low growl.
"I'm glad you asked." He said stiffly, turning and looking over to the side. "I'll do it with the help of somebody who actually knows what I'm talking about. Somebody who wont get cold feet like some old leaders." With that, he shot a look back at Mistyeyes, the female merely holding it with a blank expression as she waited for him to go on. "She knows that the humans must be attacked, she knew all along. If you hadn't interfered, she might have killed that stupid twig before anybody could stop her. But since that is all in the past and I am such a forgiving dragon, I'll forgive you of that little blunder and I wont hold it against you. But she might." He added as an afterthought.
"Dragons like you have no fear." Mistyeyes said lowly, voice thick with a warning as she looked at him carefully. "Fear is something you need, something you live with. It tells you when to stop what you are doing, and tells you when to retreat. Without fear you are venerable! Without fear you have nothing to keep tack of things, you just keep on going without a thought. This is going to be dangerous, Fleetfoot. You cannot deny that more dragons will just die if you do this. The Vikings will just continue killing the Night Furies in self-preservation! You are lying to these dragons when you say this will help them. You are lying to your friends!"
He chuffed with laughter. "Please." He sighed. "If you're just going to get in our way, you can leave. The sea looks very inviting, doesn't it?" He glanced up at the sky, which was gathering with dark storm clouds. "Lovely day for a flight, hmm? There's always that, Mistyeyes. Care for a swim? No matter where you'll go, you'll get wet."
The female twitched angrily. "Dragons like you always get under my skin." She growled.
"Do you expect every dragon to be like you?" Mistyeyes started at a voice up ahead, a dragon weaving elegantly through the crowd to approach the two others. "You think every dragon should be weak, lame, small, soft…that doesn't sound much like a Night Fury, now does it? If you ask me, it sounds more like a Terrible Terror than a Night Fury. Perhaps that was what you were always meant to be, it makes sense, you know." The small Night Fury made a face as the figure came to a stop in front of her. "A dragon should be loyal to its people, isn't that right? That's all we're doing, Mistyeyes. There really is no harm to be found in it."
Pausing for a moment, Mistyeyes threw back her head in a laugh. She laughed for a few moments, the two dragons sitting side by side, eyes bored as they watched her, waiting for her to stop. When she did, she still chuckled underneath her breath, eyes flashing as she lifted her head. Taking in a few breaths, Mistyeyes looked at the newcomer with a tilted head. Her eyes glittered with strange amusement, and when she spoke, her voice was still riddled with dark giggles.
"You're one to talk about loyalty." She laughed. "Nightflight."