A/N: I got this new app on my phone. That… Virtual Villagers game? It SUCKS. I mean - it's an awesome app. I flipping LOVE it. But it's HARD. The Village keeps going when I'm sleeping! Or doing work! And everyone could die randomly because I'm not baby-sitting them. It's soooo frustrating. Somebody help me. -head desk-'
UPDATE: EVERYBODY IN MY VILLAGE DIED BECAUSE I WAS TYPING THIS.
ANOTHER UPDATE: Got hit in the hand with a tennis racquet by a friend. Hurts like hell to type : )
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The dragoness sat wearily towards the edge of the cave. Her blue eyes were round pools of misery and anguish as she looked down at the ground, a miniature cloud of depression seeming to hang heavily over the female as she curled up close to herself. Around her, dragons milled about, preparing to leave as they chirped excitedly to one another. In a few different parts of the cave, fights were breaking out. Between family members who were splitting apart, or mates that were seeing different sides of the issue. The female watched these brawls with a desolate look, silently sitting off to the sidelines and fading into the background of things. It seemed like she was getting more and more gifted with this trick as the days went on.
A female's voice rang out across the cave, bouncing off the walls, and setting the dragoness's teeth on edge. Just the sound of this one's voice could send her reeling, just a simple statement could send her into a rage of fury. "Hurry up!" The voice barked out, the owner of it striding forward confidently. A strong aura of arrogance and triumph in her green eyes as she looked out across the crowd of dragons. "We're going to take off in a matter of minutes! If you'd like to stay on my good side, you'd best not keep me waiting!" Her words were flung out almost carelessly, as if the others being with her wasn't her main concern. That she could leave them all and go by herself if she needed to. This caused the dragons to hurry in their preparations.
"Please!" A voice wailed off to the right. The dragon sitting alone started at the yell, straightening as she twisted around with a confused look. She caught sight of a speckled Night Fury standing anxiously over a youngling, the thing looking barely old enough to fly as it curled around it's mother leg. It was oblivious to everything as it slept timidly underneath its mother. The mother was looking desperately forward, at a male who had been heading for the exit of the cave. Her form trembled with panic as she called out again, watching with a hopeful look as the male hesitated a moment. "Please don't leave me! I need you! We both do!" Her ears flattened, head tilting to the side as she gave a small whimper. "You wouldn't leave your son…would you?"
The male turned slightly, eyes flickering down to the small heap underneath the female. His eyes narrowed slightly as the little scrap gave a tired yawn, wings fluttering at its sides as it flopped around for a more comfortable position. The female brightened a little at the sight of it, and she straightened, as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. But then the other spoke up, crushing the brief flash of hope underfoot. "I have to go." He said bracingly. "I'm going out to fight for a human-free world!"
Gasping sharply with hurt, the female turned away quickly, ducking her head close to her chest as she closed her eyes. The male dashed forward, pressing his nose tightly against her's for a heartbeat before drawing back. "Can't you see that I'm doing this for you?" He pressed firmly. He leaned down, stretching out and prodding his son with a claw. The youngling merely let out a sharp squeal at the touch, tucking his nose under its foot with a small flash of irritation. The female watched the exchange with a cold look, though. She wasn't swayed.
The male straightened, peering close to her. "Can't you see that Nightflight is right?" He asked her persistently. At the name, the female scoffed, looking away with a roll of her eyes. The male swept on quickly, not letting her object any further. "The humans have been here much too long! They came and attacked us for no reason! We lost a few dragons then! What if one of those dragons had been our son?" The female sighed at this, but still shook her head listlessly. "I'm going out there with Nightflight. And I'm going to wipe all the humans off of this planet. It'll be a dragon's world again! A better future for our son."
"This isn't the solution needed, though." The female snapped. "Besides," She added, voice heightening with a sort of desperation. "They have plenty of fighters going with them. Please just stay here. Stay with me. I need you." She looked down at her son in between her legs, eyes rounding out with sadness. "We both need you here with us, can't you see that?" When the male didn't relent in his pressings, she added more angrily: "If you really cared for me, you would stay here with me."
The male held her gaze for a few moments, refusing to say anything more as he stared back at her steadily. The female's eyes were narrowed challengingly, tail lashing back and forth with frustration. The gray dragon that was off watching the scene unfold jolted slightly with surprise. The fact that the male would even hesitate on staying with his mate was shocking in its own rite; mates never went anywhere without the other. When you had a mate, you had them for life, there was no changing that. Once it was made official, it was binding.
And yet, everybody was splitting apart. Looking around the cave, the dragoness saw that there were more than a dozen couples breaking off from one another, or siblings that were fighting one another on whether or not to leave. A majority of the dragons were going along with Nightflight, chasing along her harebrained idea that the humans were evil and deserved to die. Others were hanging back, separating themselves from the group and taking shelter in the caves by themselves. It was the first time ever in the Pack's history that they were splitting apart. And it was taking its toll on the Night Furies.
A sharp cry made the dragon whip back around to the couple that had been fighting. The male had long since turned around, stalking fixedly towards the exit of the cave and refusing to even glance back at his family. The female watched him go, a wreck. Her shoulders shook violently, claws digging into the stone floor beneath her as she cried out after him: "Fine!" She sobbed, leaning down and wrapping her paw protectively over her son. "Fine!" She repeated brokenly. "Don't bother coming back here! Because I won't let you!"
The male didn't reply to her threats, and he didn't even hesitate in his strides. He headed right for the exit, ramming into the dragon rudely and knocking her clear off her feet. She gasped with surprise, tripping up and slamming painfully into the ground with a loud smack. Scrambling to her feet, the girl shook herself out, eyes wide and indignant as she whirled around to look after the male. Catching her angered look, he rolled his eyes, swinging himself around and merely flicking his tail dismissively. "Watch where you're going." He growled angrily, rounding the edge of the cave and disappearing from sight altogether.
Still sour, the dragon picked herself up off the ground, eyes narrowed as she shook herself out. "It's a mess." A voice said behind her, causing the dragoness to jump nearly right out of her scales. Spinning around in a tight circle, relief flooded through her as she caught sight of Talon. Heartbeat reverting back to its normal pace, she felt herself relax little by little. The Night Fury seemed to understand her fright, eyes soft as he looked at her carefully. "Are you alright?" He asked, looking over her battered and weary form. "You look a little…worn out." The explanation was a lame one at best, but the dragoness had to find comfort in the way that he cared enough to ask in the first place. It was more than anybody else had been doing around here.
"Sure." She huffed angrily, sour as she sat down with a plop beside the older male. "Worn-out from being ignored, is more like." She grumbled bad-temperedly. Talon's ears flattened a little sadly at the mention, but he didn't interrupt her as she swept on in her rant. "I'm sitting here watching everything that we've worked for slowly crumble apart, and nobody is even trying to help me fix it. I don't even know these dragons anymore! It's like…I'm in a completely different pack of Night Furies. These aren't the dragons I grew up with! These aren't the people I once called friends!" She hesitated a moment, glancing over at him wearily. "At least, not most of them." She corrected herself.
"You can't do anything about it." Talon consoled her. "You've tried everything, Mistyeyes. Even I can see that." The dragon looked at him sadly as he tried to comfort her, eyes bleak as her wings sagged uselessly at her sides. "Nobody can deny that you didn't put up a good fight! You tried your hardest to keep this from happening, I know you did. And your best is all that you can give. I couldn't be more prouder of you." The words, which before would have made the dragon's heart swell with pride, only made the guilt press down more prominently on her shoulders. If this was her best, then she would hate to see what her worst could possibly be.
She gave a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and ducking her head as she listened to the shouts and angered yells traveling across the cave. Their home had been changed from a peaceful paradise, to a war zone. The thought sent shudders up her spine, but she realized that it was plain and true. Whatever home she had here before was gone now. And even if the other dragons went away with Nightflight, there would still be that small doubt in her mind. She knew that this wasn't her best. She knew that somehow, some way, she could do so much more than just sit by and watch, or stay back in the caves like a coward and try to fool herself into thinking that nothing was happening.
She had to do something else. She couldn't just sit by here and watch things unfold. She wasn't helpless. She wasn't a youngling, wailing in the Nursery. If she stayed back and did nothing, she would always have to live in the shadow of that one thought: What if. What if she had gone with them, what if she had found a way to save things after all. The thoughts would pound on her mind while she was trying to focus on other things, it would race laps around her as she tried to sleep. She would never get any peace in life if she were to stay behind. No; she would be living in constant regret.
"Mistyeyes?" Talon asked suddenly, realizing that there was a difference in his daughter's mood. He leaned over, craning his neck almost comically as he tried to get a good look at the girl's expression. Her eyes were suddenly narrowed, as if something had just occurred to her, and the thought was upsetting her. He felt a twinge of discomfort at the thought, ears flattening back to his head with a downcast look. He had tried to comfort his daughter more than once during this time, but pretty soon, he figured out that not much of his words would make things better. He took to sitting on the sidelines most times and watching as Mistyeyes was shunned from the other dragons. Little by little, the others had started looking to Nightflight for guidance or advice instead of her. And the abandonment had taken its toll on the female a considerable amount.
"What's wrong?" He asked, watching as the girl lifted her head slightly, looking out at the other dragons. There was a certain kind of pain in her eyes as she studied the figures, concentration creasing over her face at the same time. Talon glanced out over the crowd, heaving a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, Mistyeyes. It's just the way it has to be." He said ruefully. "How about this?" He asked bracingly, trying to sound much more upbeat by now. Mistyeyes's ears perked at the change in tone, twisting around to look a little anxiously over at her father. "We can go out and hunt while everybody is leaving." He suggested. "That way, by the time we come back, they'll all be gone. And we'll have food for the rest of us who are staying behind."
Mistyeyes stiffened at the suggestion, pausing a moment before looking away. "Yeah." She mumbled incoherently. "Except…"
Talon tilted his head. "What?" He asked gently. "You can tell me anything, Mistyeyes, you know that."
The dragoness took in a rather sharp breath, tensing herself unsteadily. "I'm…I think I'm going to go…with them." She said slowly, eyes almost distant as she turned to look back at him. Talon froze at the words, eyes stretching wide with confusion and betrayal as he stared at her numbly. Mistyeyes felt her heart slice apart at the look, realizing what she must look like to him. Talon had made a specific effort to draw Mistyeyes away from the Pack late one night, the evening that Nightflight had first announced their new plan to rid the world of humans. He'd made sure she was alright, and he'd asked her if she would go with them or stay behind.
She had promised that she would stay with him, because it had seemed like the right thing to do.
But if she wanted to help matters at all, she had no choice.
She was going to have to break her vow.
A thousand explanations flashed through her mind, going by at a million miles an hour. Desperately trying to pin one down long enough to use it, the female opened her mouth, preparing herself to tell her father how she was going to try and save the others before they could do anything too stupid. But movement off to the side caught her eye, the dragon stiffening considerably as she caught sight of Nightflight. The female was watching the pair carefully, green eyes narrowed into slits as a small smirk played on the edges of her mouth. She was waiting for Mistyeyes to elaborate.
Feeling her stomach cave in on itself, Mistyeyes's tongue went dry for a moment, the dragon unable to find the ability of speech underneath Nightflight's stare. The female sneered at the lack of words, giving a slow nod, as if to say: 'I knew it.' She turned, making a move as if to walk away from them, losing interest. Mistyeyes flared at once, gritting her teeth together tightly. Nightflight would never let her tag along with them if she saw how much Mistyeyes was fighting internally. She had no other choice.
Drawing herself up, Mistyeyes started to speak, forcing out the words painfully, like they were lined with thistles. "I think that Nightflight is right." She said, spitting out the words distastefully. But Talon seemed to think the new tone was directed at him, eyes widening with hurt as he took a small step backwards. Nightflight perked where she stood off the side, eyes flashing as she turned back to be their audience once more. Before now, Mistyeyes had watched the couple fight together with a sense of horror. And now she was no better than the male.
"We aren't going to fix things just by sitting here and hunting whenever we need to. We need to go out there in the thick of things and solve the problem at its source!" The words were entirely unlike her, she was like a whole different dragon right now. She willed her father inwardly to realize this fact; he should see it in her eyes that she didn't mean a word she was saying. But he was blinded by the shock of what was happening, only managing to stare at her blankly. "…Times are changing." Mistyeyes pressed desperately, eyes flashing over to Nightflight. "And we have to change with them."
"Change isn't good." Talon said, taking a step towards his daughter. A look of anguish was over his face, and Mistyeyes fought not to wince away from it. "Please stay here, Mistyeyes. You don't know what you're talking about! You could get hurt out there, or even lost!" He paused a moment, searching her eyes rapidly, and watching as the female merely looked away. "You promised me that you would stay." He reminded her. "I don't want to lose you, Mistyeyes. Please don't make me go through it again. I can't lose another one."
Mistyeyes refused to look at him, pretending not to know what he meant. "You'll have the others that are staying." She said frostily.
"But it's not good enough." Talon pleaded. "Mistyeyes, stay with-"
"Just stop it!" Mistyeyes exploded, eyes stinging and burning as she whirled on her father. Please stop. She begged inwardly, feeling Nightflight's stare burn holes through her scales. It hurts too much. I'm doing this for you, can't you see? I'm sorry. "This is my decision! I'm not a youngling anymore!" Talon winced away from the sudden volume of her voice, eyes raw with pain. She was literally tearing him apart. "You can't control me, and neither can the humans! I'm going with Nightflight because it's the right thing to do, and if you're too stupid to see that, then I'm wasting my time here with you!" She paused, swallowing back the lump in her throat.
She started to back away, feeling sick to her stomach at the sight of her father in such a wreck. But her eyes caught Nightflight's yet again. The dragon's glare was slowly returning. Inwardly, Mistyeyes had to give props to the dragoness, she wasn't about to be swayed so easily by just a few simple words. And yet, she wasn't satisfied at the same time. It wasn't enough for her. So what would be? Sighing through her nose, and narrowing her eyes angrily, Mistyeyes turned back to the older dragon in front of her. She had one last thing she could try. And if that wasn't enough for Nightflight, then Mistyeyes had no idea what she would do.
"You let mom get killed by the humans during one of the Raids." Mistyeyes managed thickly, her chest burning with her hidden sadness. Talon's limbs locked together tightly at the words, looking as though he had just been slapped across the face. "You didn't even do anything to try and fix things." She spat. "You just…let her die." She had to pause for a moment before going on. "Well, I'm not going to do that. I'm going with Nightflight. I'm not going to end up like mom. Just another thing that you let go of without a fight."
Before her father could even try to say anything in response, Mistyeyes swung around fixedly, stomping away in a heated rush. Nightflight watched her go, irritation slowly melting away to a sort of interest. Her ears perked as she got to her feet. Walking after Mistyeyes, along with all the other dragons that were leaving, she tilted her chin smugly as she walked past Talon. The Night Fury was still looking after his daughter in utter shock, unable to do much of anything besides stare after her despairingly.
"Alright!" Nightflight snapped out carelessly, weaving in between the dragons assembling outside, marching her way right up to the front. She stood at the head of the group, looking as if she fit the part of leader perfectly. But Mistyeyes knew better. "We're going to start making our way towards Berk, and for all of you who're coming, you'd best know where your loyalties lie!" She turned, eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on the gray form of Mistyeyes. The dragon had seated herself in the back, away from most of the others as she waited silently. The pain and grief from what she just done was trying to be swallowed back, but it was showing a little in her clouded blue depths. "If you're having second thoughts, then leave now. We have no room for cowards on this trip."
Nobody spoke up, and nobody moved.
Nightflight nodded firmly. "Good." She said, turning around and shooting her wings out at her sides. "Alright!" She called back. "Let's get moving! I want to be at least part of the way there by nightfall!" Cheers of assent and excitement rose up from the gathered dragons, and Mistyeyes hunched her shoulders bracingly. She prayed to the heavens fervently that she had made the right choice. Because if she just made a huge mistake, there was no fixing it. Trying to choke back her fear, Mistyeyes turned back slowly, eyes strayed back to her home one last time.
Talon stood at the entrance of the cave, green eyes dead and numb as he stared at her pleadingly. One last beg for her to stay back. To make the right choice. Mistyeyes's breathing hitched as the two met eyes, but she stomped down the feeling as she could. She was making the right choice. Whether he knew it or not. Pausing a moment, she let herself drink in one last look at the person that helped her grown and learn her whole life. The person who had nudged her back up into that air when she threw a fit about not being able to fly. The person who had tucked her underneath his wing at night to keep the monsters away. Who had acted as her friend when she had none. And who filled the job of two parents when he was only one. And now she was leaving him.
Tearing her eyes away painfully, she forced herself to look straight forward, to look cool and confident. The opposite of what she really was. As the dragons leapt into the air, she took off after them, refusing to allow herself even one glance backwards. She didn't need to look back. She could feel her father's desolate look trained on her, burning right through her and stinging her heart with its gaze. Closing her eyes tightly, Mistyeyes willed herself the courage for whatever was going to happen. Because she was going to need it.
I'm so sorry.
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Mistyeyes had gone silent at Toothless's side, eyes clouded and sad as she stared at her father steadily. Talon had a look between hurt and happiness on his face, as if he wasn't sure if he should be glad that his daughter was back. There seemed to be a piece of the puzzle he was missing between the two, but Toothless decided that solving their issue would have to come later. Clearing his throat, he called the attention of the dragons around them, most of which were still looking fixedly at Nightflight. The black Night Fury seemed daunted by the reaction she had been given, trying to get a sense of her surroundings as best she could with no eyesight. The thought sent Toothless reeling. They would have to be careful here. If a fight broke out, Nightflight would be too confused to do anything. They would all be goners.
"Listen!" Toothless shouted, raising his voice in a sharp yell. It did its job, catching the attention of the dragons around them as they turned to look curiously in his direction. "We have a problem in Berk!" He yelled, earning a few rolls of the eyes, or grumbles of irritation. But instead of dressing them outright, he just swept on in his pre-thought-of words. "The humans are under the impression that all Night Furies are evil now! They're reverting back to their old ways, and they're trying to hunt down Nightflight!"
"Let them have her!" A dragon spat from the corner of the room.
"Take that back!" Another howled furiously.
"Will you stop it!" Shadowclaw yelped where he stood, having moved over to stand closer to Nightflight. A female off to the side of the group was watching Shadowclaw intently; it took a few moments for Toothless to recognize her Leafdapple. The Night Fury had fought alongside them in the attack, and she also had helped bring the other supporting Night Furies back to Berk with Shadowclaw. Could she help them in their persuasion? "Don't you get it? The humans might come here for revenge! They could be coming after you next!"
Toothless hissed angrily, whirling around to throw a dirty look back towards Shadowclaw. The youth looked confused at his glare, tilting his head to the side as it to say: 'Was it something I said?' They hadn't been planning to scare the others into obeying them! That defeated the whole point of what they were trying to do! And what if they decided to attack again to keep themselves from being attacked in the first place? Shadowclaw needed to leave the talking to them for once!
"I'd like to see them try." Fleetfoot growled from where he sulked, eyes flashing with rage.
"We'd tear them to pieces before you could even say 'Whoops.'" Another added on flatly.
"Oh, really?" Toothless mused. "Would you care to explain the way they beat you back at Berk, then?" The objections faltered somewhat at the words, and Toothless couldn't help but feel a flash of satisfaction. "You may think that you're some kind of all-powerful beings, but you aren't. Night Furies may be special in their own ways, but they aren't flawless. You're just like any other kind of dragon. You have faults, and you have weaknesses. The humans are smarter than you. They're stubborn, too. They'll keep fighting to exploit that weakness until there's nothing left but to run away again. But where are you going to run to this time?"
Mistyeyes tore her gaze away from Toothless, giving him a skeptical look. The humans on Berk might be chasing after Nightflight, but they had no intention so far in getting revenge on the dragons. Surely that would come sooner or later, but not right now. This whole thing was an entire bluff, and if the dragons didn't buy it, there was nothing else they could do.
Talon spoke finally, Mistyeyes wincing at his voice. "So what're you saying?" He asked tightly.
"I'm saying that you fighting against the humans has to stop. It's in everybody's best interests." Toothless said firmly. "I mean- think about it! You all are huddled up in this cave all day doing nothing but trying to survive to the next one. This isn't life! This isn't living. You're missing the joy in life, or the happiness of it. You don't live life to survive, that defeats the purpose. You live life to cherish it. And if you all stay here, you won't get that happiness. You'll just be this sad group of dragons that everybody pities. If you make peace with the humans, you'll be able to have everything there that you don't right now. You'll have friends, family…so many things that you'd never be able to accomplish living like this!"
"A pet for the humans?" Talon asked, a little disgusted at the notion.
This time, surprisingly, Mistyeyes spoke up. Her blue eyes were full of anger at the words her father said, and as she drew herself up, Toothless realized that he never fully realized how much that Mistyeyes appreciated Berk. Or how much she had become a part of it. "Not a pet." She snapped angrily. "A companion." Looking away from her father, she raised her voice, addressing the whole of the crowd, going over and standing protectively in front of Nightflight. "I left this Pack, that much you all know, I'd guess."
A few uncomfortable looks traveled throughout the crowd, but most just looked irritated. Like the person that they had once looked up to, now just annoyed them all with her very presence. Others looked over at Nightflight, and Mistyeyes found herself wondering what exactly the dragoness had told them when Mistyeyes turned sides. Nothing good, probably. Ignoring. Mistyeyes thought blandly.
"Despite what you've heard, or what you think of me," The dragon shot a look over at Talon at this. "I left for a dignified reason. And that reason was because I found something much better than this." She gestured around her with her tail at the last part. "I found a place where I was accepted, and appreciated for who and what I was. Sure, it was hard to fit in at first. I wasn't accepted completely right on the spot. But when I was, I found that it was the greatest way to live for a dragon. I had people that cared for me, but didn't baby me at the same time. Dragons aren't pets on Berk, we're friends. Humans don't take away our will, they merely help us along the way to find it. It was hard to do in the beginning, but…if I had the chance to re-do any of my actions…I wouldn't change a single thing."
She was barely done before somebody shouted. "What's that got to do with us? We'll never be accepted! There's no use in trying!"
"We've been fine so far on our own!" Fleetfoot snapped angrily. "We don't have to change!"
"We're still recovering from what that thing did to us!"
Nightflight shrank back a little bit, tail twitching with nervousness. Mistyeyes glanced back at the blinded dragon, swallowing back a sharp flash of frustration. How would they ever even begin to make these dragons listen? "Would you just hear us out?" She snapped, voice heightening with her anger. "The others dragons that are on Berk now thought the same exact thing before they became apart of it! We're just asking if you'll consider it! You'll have a much better life on Berk! It's changed all of us!"
"I'm not going anywhere with her." A Night Fury growled, glaring at Nightflight.
"I'm not going anywhere with either of them!" A dragon snorted. "One's a washed-up old leader that has no idea what we're going through right now!" Mistyeyes flared at his, digging her claws into the ground as she growled deep in her throat. But the dragon went on rudely, not even hesitating in his words. "And the other is a blinded version of a dragon that used to mean something!" Nightflight jerked up at this, eyes narrowing slightly as she, too, gave a little growl of anger. Toothless caught the change in mood from her, looking thoughtful. "Of course both of them would go to the humans!" The dragon jeered. "They're both weak and useless now! And they want us to be the same!"
Toothless edged over to Nightflight. "Are you going to take that?" He challenged lowly.
Nightflight's eyes went into furious slits.
"I mean- just look at them!" The dragon crowed, realizing he had the support that he needed by now. "They're not even trying to stick up for themselves! One failed in a plan that she was to incompetent to lead, and the other is softer than moss on a hot day! How can we be expected to rely on those who couldn't even handle simple tasks? They both lead us in the wrong direction before, we aren't going to let them do it again, are we?" Cheers went up around the male, but suddenly, they died off. Silence reigned throughout the cave.
Nightflight had stepped forward. "Take it back." She snarled, blind gaze remarkably sharp as she glared daggers straight at the male. When he didn't say anything out of surprise, she repeated the words, much angrier this time. "I said take it back!" She screeched, voice bouncing back and forth off the cave walls.
The dragon recovered quickly, arrogant attitude back in a flash. "Or what?" He scoffed.
"Or I'll make you." Nightflight hissed, claws unsheathing with a wicked sort of gleam.
"Make me?" The dragon repeated, sounding amused. "That's rich!" He laughed for a moment, cackling as he threw his head back with the force of it. Toothless watched Nightflight carefully, heart in his throat as he studied her for weakness. To make sure that she wasn't faltering under the scorn, or growing nervous under the stares. But her whole form was rigid, anger and unleashed fury shooting off of her in waves. Even the crowd around them seemed to sense the change, growing still and silent as they watched the scene. "You can't see two inches in front of your nose!" The attacker sneered. "What makes you think that you can beat me?"
"Many things." Nightflight hissed. "But mostly it's just because I have an advantage over you."
"That's cute." He said dryly. "It almost makes me not want to amuse you."
"Oh, you want to amuse me?" Nightflight asked sharply, voice grating like sandpaper. "How about we put it to the test? Your word against mine." Before he could say anything, she added: "You think I'm weak? You think that I can't amount to anything now that I can't see? Then you're severely mistaken. I don't need sight to work around things as lowly as you; I have Berk."
"Really?" The dragon asked with a roll of his eyes. "A pretty poor substitute, if you ask me."
"Let's see." Nightflight said frostily. "Sunset. You, against me and Berk. We'll see who wins."
"That's uneven." The dragon growled, starting to grow uncomfortable.
Nightflight shrugged. "If you're too scared to add a puny little human into the mix." She said.
"I'm far from scared."
Nightflight paced forward suddenly, baring her teeth and thrusting her face right into the other's. Her clouded eyes bored into those of the dragons, and she pressed her nose tightly against his own. Toothless, Mistyeyes, and Shadowclaw sat off to the side, eyes wide with horror as they watched their plan unravel right in front of their eyes. They hadn't planned for this, they had planned for Nightflight to explain what had happened to change herself. Not to go around putting her and the humans up for fights. But they couldn't say anything right now, much less stop her. That'd make them seem weak. They could only watch as Nightflight challenged the male dragon, setting up a fight that surely couldn't end well.
"Oh, you aren't, are you?" Nightflight asked.
The dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, not even leaning back slightly under her new advancement. He leaned forward a little, enforcing his words with his own movements as well. "Not even a little." He growled.
Nightflight smirked. "Then show me."
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A/N: What can you do, when your good isn't good enough?
And all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions, keep making a mess of things…I just wanna fix it somehow…
But how many times will it take? Oh, how many times will it take for me…
To get it right…?
Get It Right - Lea Michele
I feel like that song fits like…EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS STORY. Seriously, go listen to it. I feel like I'll reference different parts of that same song a lot before this is over.
DANG. MY HAND. IT HURTS. IMMA KILL SOMEONE. IT HURTS. I NEED TO STOP.
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