Dragon tales
Story 3- Flying as One- part 3
It was simply breathtaking. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion- the world crawling to a halt with impossible clarity... Seen for the first time through awestruck, ice blue dragon eyes.
He saw things as the Sky Dragon did. The myriad of shines filling every single drop of rain. The infinite jewels replaced continuously with infinite more- forever surrounding them in a flying ocean. The flow of each and every current of air around them- stretching on for an eternity, a ceaseless, endless mass of entwined tunnels, pathways and journeys... and it was all theirs. A giant, snaking playground just for them- the select few that dare to fly it.
The sky was theirs to command, and yet he'd never felt so small. The storm was so vast and so powerful that he was nothing more than a gnat to its great and mighty winds. They were so tiny- so insignificant- and yet... they belonged. Everything seemed to settle into place in that one moment... and everything just felt so right.
He wasn't surprised or afraid when the wind touched them from below, lifting them up and curling them round into a smooth and effortless roll. He felt it. He felt the next current of wind catch under his and Jack's wings and spread them out to catch it. He felt the way wind favoured the right side, and how they shifted accordingly to work with it- maneuvering in seamless harmony with the air as it tilted them upwards with beautiful ease. He saw the way the current flowed, like a wide, spinning tornado, and knew how to ride it up its edge.
They flowed from tilt to roll as gravity reversed, pulling him up from the saddle as the storm kept him perfectly seated. They became weightless. Suspended in the storm's powerful embrace for a few crystal moments that touched the fringes of forever. But he wasn't upset when the weight returned, easing them back gently into the saddle and the wind as the levelled out again, before they were taken by a sideways gust- sweeping them through a wide arc across the sky.
What had first seemed to be true chaos now moved with purpose and freedom. The storm that had once seemed so threatening was now revealing its true colours through the Sky Dragon's arctic blue eyes: a perfect blend of harmonious winds, weaving together in a great natural dance... and there they were at the heart of it. The Viking and the Sky Dragon flying seamlessly with the rivers of wind- at one with the storm and the sky.
They slipped smoothly from one wind to the next, spinning and gliding in an intricate dance of the elements. Hiccup wasn't aware of his arms spreading and mimicking the Sky Dragon's every move- and Jack wasn't aware of his eyes slowly widening with the Vikings awe. They were one and the same. Joined together within the storm- experiencing not terror or a rush of delight, but a beautiful, incredulous sense of wonder as they wove throughout the storm.
They caught a great twister that carried them higher and higher up into the sky. As one, they pulled their wings as the twister carried them to the heavens, spinning faster and faster, water drops flying from their glittering scales- and then they were past the clouds. Casting their wings out into a glorious blue sky illuminated by a dazzling universe of uncountable stars. The world in its entirety unfolding around them as they threw out their wings, crying out their exultant joy at the top of their lungs... and they stopped there, hovering at the peak of eternity. The Viking and the Sky Dragon- standing on the top of the world.