WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO after all this time, its finally happened! Shadow's secondary form is revealed. Let me know what you think of this in a review. Did I do good? let me know, as well as what you think will happen afterwards. from this point on, any ideas are welcome to further the plot. I will even refrence those who give me an idea that I use.
So anyway, I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter of THE BLACK MOON DRAGON!
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(Previously)
Shadow watched with a monstrous look in her eyes as Alvin crossed the line. He dragged the bloodied knife across Hiccup's throat, gently cutting the skin on the most sensitive and delicate part. The very look in Hiccup's eyes as the blade cut him made her heart clench, he knew that Alvin was growing tired of his games and would kill him soon. Shadow could see the raw fear in his eyes, fear of death at the hands of this monster. It was at that point that Shadow just let go.
"You shouldn't have done that." She all but growled at him.
Midnight struck…
The transformation began.
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"Nobody touches Hiccup..." Shadow growled. Her silver eyes became narrow slits in front of the evil man, the angered and deadly eyes of a dragon.
It started inside her chest, where her fire lungs began to form. She couldn't breathe and started to suffocate from lack of oxygen. Her hands broke free from the grip of her captors and clutched her throat in a desperate plea for air. She choked on nothing as pain wracked her body, and her lungs burned with fire. Next, all the sounds she was making in agony were cut off as her vocal chords snapped, and reformed to make only growls.
Her skin darkened to an ashen grey colour, making her look like the demon she was attempting to portray. She choked and gasped as scales formed over top of her dark skin. Morphing from her back, down her arms and legs, to her hands and feet. For now, her face stayed clear of the armoured scales.
Her claws became elongated, as did her teeth to the point where they didn't sit in her mouth properly. Already, she looked like a true monster, and everyone laying witness to this grotesque transformation were screaming in undiluted terror.
Next came the wings, which started as new bones being formed under her skin. Shadow screamed in raw agony and used her claws to tear the clothes off her back, just as the forearms of her wings stretched out from under her shoulder blades. They watched in horror as new bones grew before their eyes.
The two arm bones of each wing grew, as well as the flesh over top as Shadow screamed. The wrist joints of the new appendages formed just as the base of her spine elongated into a tail.
Again she tore at the restrictive clothing, freeing the growing limb so it could form. The tail finished forming, as did the wings. She screamed again and clutched her head in pain as her horns grew larger out of her skull. She couldn't see, she couldn't speak, she could barely breathe and she couldn't think from the pain.
She felt like she was dying. And she knew deep down in her subconscious that the worst was still to come. The majority of her bones broke simultaneously and reformed again and again, growing in length, size and strength.
The entire village and Outcasts watched in pure horror as Shadow grew in size. She continued to grow larger and larger as some of her body parts continued to change, mostly her limbs which morphed and twisted so she could walk on all fours, as well as her face which became contorted and formed into a muzzle large enough to swallow a man whole.
Shadow, no, the monster continued to grow and take shape into a giant beast. Its form, similar to that of a Night Fury, but with the sheer size of a Monstrous Nightmare. It growled in pain as the transformation continued, and the last of its body formed correctly.
It shook its horned head and stretched its massive wings, standing on all fours to its full height, and turning its soul searching silver eyes on the prey at its feet. Hiccup felt the blood drain from his face and his body turned cold.
Shadow, the beautiful, unique girl was gone, in its place was this hellish, demonic monster, with teeth capable of tearing through flesh, claws strong enough to snap bone, and eyes that could tear your soul out of your very body. Its form the very essence of darkness and fear.
The beast looked at him with hunger in its eyes, and its heavy breathing resonated through the entire room.
The great black beast. The Black Moon, was here...
Alvin, so desperate to combat the hellish best ordered for his men to attack. The foolish soldiers charged at it with spears and swords, but it simply swiped its massive tail and knocked them back against the wall with a sickening crunch of breaking bone.
On its other side, more soldiers ran for it, but after a swipe of its talons sent them flying back with gaping wounds in their chests, they moved no longer. Savage himself charged towards its face with a spear, aiming for its eyes, but it lunged forward in retaliation and used its horns as a battering ram. It smashed into him with the weight of its entire body behind it, and he crumpled to the ground a broken, breeding mess.
The soldiers were defeated, and now it turned its hungry gaze onto the two forms in front of it. Alvin the Treacherous, and Hiccup Haddock.
Alvin threw Hiccup to the ground and ran at the beast with a ferocious battle cry. Its large paw descended on top of his head and crushed his futile attempts. The beasts' fanged maw chomped down on him and picked him up with ease, tearing through his armour like it was nothing. Alvin was tossed into the air and grabbed again by those razor sharp teeth, and it chomped down on his torso.
Alvin screamed as blood flowed into the mouth of the hellish beast. The dragon dropped him on the floor between its front feet, and used its claws to tear away the armour and expose his bloodied flesh for it to devour.
The great black best was about to take a bite out of its meal before a frightened scream filled the air.
"STOP!"
It looked up at who dared to interrupt its meal, and saw the scrawniest Viking it had ever seen, defiantly standing up to it, with blood dripping onto the floor. Then the scrawny toothpick did something it never expected.
Hiccup stomped his foot on the ground and snarled at the Back Moon, challenging it for dominance. It growled in anger, but accepted the challenge. Her future meal lay abandoned at her feet.
The dragon stomped its front leg against the ground and snarled in acceptance to the challenge. And thus it began.
Hiccup and the great black beast competed in the greatest challenge of all, each one of them stomping and growling to try and get the other to back down. The Black Moon didn't budge in response to his growls, and Hiccup valiantly stood against her roars.
The challenge increased in ferocity, with each combatant becoming louder and louder! Finally, sure of her victory, the dragon reared up on her hind legs and slammed both feet on the ground, shaking the whole mountain and roared at her challenger with the ferocity of a dragon's war cry!
Unbelievably, Hiccup didn't flinch.
He kept his eyes trained on the great black beast, and growled, addressing the other dragons. In response, they forcibly broke free from their restraints and tore off the muzzles clamped around their noses. On Hiccup's orders, they filled their lungs with air and waited for his signal.
On his command, the dragons collectively roared in defiance to the Black Moon dragon with the intensity and strength of a thunderclap. Their roars shook the mountain on which they stood and echoed with intensity throughout the great hall.
As one they roared, and as one they stopped, but Hiccup roared once more in the black dragon's face with a volume that could put his Night Fury to shame.
The Black Moon stood in shock at the ferocious display of loyalty to their leader. Those dragons, a Gronckle, a Deadly Nadder, a Hideous Zippleback, a Monstrous Nightmare and a Night Fury, all rallying behind this tiny Viking who stood in defiance at a beast large enough to swallow him whole, with a fire in his eyes that the beast had never seen before in any other creature.
Curiously, it lowered its snout to sniff at the tiny being. He was covered in the scent of dragons, specifically the Night Fury, but there was another scent too. One that would have made the dragon scoff had it not just seen the display of dominance that this little alpha put up.
But once again, the human alpha surprised it again, but turning his head away and extending its hand out towards the beast, exposing himself completely to its onslaught.
The dragon thought this a trick, and snapped at the hand attempting to touch its snout, missing it by a mere inch. The boy did not move, or even flinch. He was completely exposed and at its mercy, but did so willingly and without hesitation.
The dragon considered this boy in front of it. Him, the weakest member of the pack, beaten and bloodied, had the entire village of humans, and a pack of dragons willing to stand behind him with him as their leader. The dragon had never seen anything like this before.
It wondered, what would it be like, to let this boy's hand touch its snout? Would he recoil from the contact, or would he turn on it and slash at it with a knife?
But there was no malicious intent radiating from him, only trust. Slowly, the great black beast inched its snout towards his extended hand. His soft palm touched her tough armoured scales. She couldn't help but notice how soft his skin felt.
Hiccup turned around to look at the dragons' eyes, and he smiled.
"Welcome back Shadow."
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The sound of steel penetrating flesh and the sound of breaking bone echoed through the great hall. Shadow reared back and screamed in a dying agony. Alvin's sword was stuck half way into her chest, wedged between the armoured underbelly scales. Blood seeped out of the stab wound.
Shadow blundered around and smashed into the pillars around the room, shrieking in pain and terror at the weapon that just missed its heart, but had dealt a killing blow. She stumbled around on heavy limbs, clutching her chest and trying to yank the sword out. She bent her head and pulled it out with her teeth, and immediately, more blood began to flow.
Shadow watched in absolute horror as a new blood began to seep out of her chest. A silver, metallic liquid responsible for keeping her alive. Her magical blood.
Her life force.
The great black beast fell to the ground in a heap, wailing in anguish. Hiccup ran over to the dragon's head and cradled it in his lap. He could see the words in its silver eyes. It was dying.
"Somebody help!" he screamed.
Gobber, Gothi and many others ran to the dragons side and did their absolute best to stop the bleeding, and to prevent the life force from exiting her body.
With every drop of silver blood that dripped from the wound, a part of the dragon began to fade away. Her body began to shrink back to human size, and the scales covering her body fell off in large quantities.
She was turning slowly back to her human form.
Hiccup watched in horror as blood dripped onto the floor, and as Shadow slowly reverted back to the form he knew so well. Her silver eyes no longer glowed, but still searched his in an attempt to say everything she could, lest the worst happen. Hiccup knew that if she reverted entirely to her human form, her body wouldn't be able to survive her grievous wounds. Humans couldn't survive a stab to the chest, and she wouldn't if the gave up her draconic strength.
Gothi and the others worked furiously to stop the blood flow, as well as her life force, but eventually her body began to shut down. Her body went cold and her limbs became weak and heavy, her eyes dropping slowly closed.
"Shadow. No, no don't close your eyes. Stay with me. You have to stay awake. Shadow, no. No. No don't! Don't die on me! SHADOW!"
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