OK, wow, you're not gonna believe this. OK, so remember that girl, Drachella? Remember how I commented on that weird weather after her death? Well, it's back.
And that's not all that's back either.
I hear a scream, I hear a roar. That's right, dragons. Dragons, which haven't been seen on the lands since my ancestors' times, are back.
I'm running to the village as fast as I can, I need to help them and, while the obvious thing would be to create a force field around the village from my home or shoot them down using magic from them, I can't. Point number 1. The only magic that works on them is elemental magic, i.e. plant-voodoo and water splashies, and point 2. There wasn't just one of them. There were a few dozen, all the same breed. A breed no sorcerer in his right mind would dare oppose.
Nightfury.
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It's been two weeks and I still haven't managed to find Furious! I've torn apart the island thrice searching for my lost brother. Father, of course, refuses to send out a search party for him, claiming that he's not even a part of the tribe. I pull my hair in anger and frustration and scream at walls, trees, rocks, hills, anything that will listen.
Thugheart seems to find this oddly amusing. Well fuck him! He can go die in a hole! Chucklehead's been helping me search along with some of his friends. Gods, I wish Chucklehead would be King instead of Thugheart, he'd be a much nicer one.
I laugh, first time I've laughed in days and of course it's a borderline senile one. What do I care who is King? It's not like I'm staying here long enough to find out. As soon as I'm of legal age, as soon as my body stops ageing normally I'll be out of here. I'll go somewhere, somewhere far and exotic. I'm thinking Eritrea, it has a nice name, don't you think?
Yeah, Eritrea, somewhere where nobody knows my name and Furious and I can live together, practicing magic and doing whatever the hell we want.
Oh, gods, Furious. I think hard. One of the first spells I ever learnt was a morphing one, it was to turn myself into a bird. Not many people were born with the ability to morph, I myself can't do many animals. No one, except, maybe, a dragon can morph into another dragon.
Animals I can do: Eagle, horse, duck and fish… don't ask about those last two…
I turn myself into an eagle and fly. Time to start really searching for my brother.
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I don't know how long I've been out. I don't know when the last time I saw the sun was. What I do know is that when I awake, I am gasping, panting for both air and water.
Neither, of course, is given to me.
The blindfold is slowly taken off and I realize that I am kneeling. I am kneeling before a throne. Throne-lady, lady-quee~ oh, I'm kneeling before a queen!
She is… blue… whaaat? She has brown stripes around her arms- bands, and wears a white bandeau with a green skirt. Her hair is light blue, and her eyes are blue… why so much blue? Her hair flows like silk and folds over itself at her bottom. She is thin and has very nice ankles, wearing sandals. She hasn't got a tiara, but there's a ruby inside her forehead (ow!) and pearls on either side of it, telling me whom she is.
But those aren't even the coolest part. She's glowing! Blue!
When she speaks her voice is warbled.
^Hello, Hiccup^ she smiles.
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whelp! That's done!
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P