HTTYD Fanfiction
The Flightmare and Eira
Third Person
The sea roared with the fury of a thousand storms, its waves rising and crashing with a ferocity that mirrored the chaos above. Flames and smoke painted the sky as dragons descended upon the village, their roars mingling with the screams of terrified villagers. Amidst the pandemonium, a teenage girl named Eira clung to the side of a small fishing boat, her knuckles white with fear and desperation. She had barely managed to escape the burning remnants of her home, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she might never see her family again.
The dragons' attack had come without warning. One moment, Eira had been helping her father repair their fishing nets, and the next, the sky was filled with monstrous shapes, their wings blotting out the sun.
Her father had pushed her towards the boat, urging her to flee. "Go, Eira! Get to the sea!" he had shouted over the din, his voice hoarse with urgency.
She had obeyed, her legs carrying her to the boat even as her mind screamed to turn back.
Now, as she clung to the boat, her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and confusion. What had provoked the dragons? Why had they attacked? And, most pressing of all, where would she go now?
The storm showed no mercy. Waves towered over the small boat, threatening to capsize it with each monstrous swell. Eira struggled to keep the vessel upright, her muscles straining with the effort. The salty spray stung her eyes and filled her mouth, but she refused to give in to the panic that clawed at her heart.
Hours passed, though it felt like an eternity. The storm's fury began to ebb, the waves growing smaller and less frequent. Exhausted and drenched to the bone, Eira finally allowed herself to slump against the side of the boat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sky had darkened, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting a blood-red glow over the churning sea.
As darkness fell, Eira's eyes grew heavy. She fought to stay awake, but exhaustion soon claimed her. The last thing she remembered was the rhythmic rocking of the boat and the distant cry of a seabird.
When she awoke, it was to the sound of gentle waves lapping against a shore. Blinking against the morning light, Eira slowly pushed herself up, her body aching from the ordeal. She was on a beach, the boat half-submerged in the sand a few feet away. Beyond the beach lay a dense forest, its trees swaying gently in the breeze.
Eira's heart skipped a beat. She was alive. She had survived. But where was she?
Gathering her strength, Eira stood and took a few tentative steps towards the forest. She needed to find fresh water and food, and maybe—just maybe—some sign of civilization. As she walked, she became aware of a strange, eerie glow emanating from deeper within the trees. Curiosity piqued, she followed the light, her footsteps silent on the soft forest floor.
The glow grew brighter as she neared its source, and soon she found herself in a small clearing bathed in an ethereal blue light. At the center of the clearing stood a dragon, its scales shimmering with the same ghostly glow. Eira's breath caught in her throat. She had heard tales of the Flightmare, a dragon that appeared once a decade, its mist paralyzing anyone who dared to cross its path.
The Flightmare's eyes locked onto Eira, and she felt a chill run down her spine. For a moment, neither moved. Then, slowly, the dragon lowered its head, its expression curious rather than hostile.
Eira took a cautious step forward, her mind racing.
"You're... a Flightmare," she whispered, more to herself than to the dragon. "But you're not attacking me."
The dragon tilted its head as if considering her words. Then it opened its mouth and released a cloud of glowing mist. Eira tensed, expecting paralysis to take hold, but instead, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her.
The Flightmare took a step closer, and Eira realized it was trying to communicate. Gathering her courage, she reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against the dragon's luminescent scales. The dragon let out a soft, almost musical trill, and Eira couldn't help but smile.
For the next few hours, Eira and the Flightmare communicated as best they could. Through a combination of gestures and sounds, Eira learned that the dragon's mist was not inherently harmful. It could paralyze, yes, but it could also soothe and heal. The Flightmare used it to protect its territory and calm agitated creatures.
She also discovered that the Flightmare fed primarily on a type of glowing algae found in the island's lakes and streams. The algae were rich in nutrients and had bioluminescent properties that accounted for the dragon's ethereal glow.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the clearing, Eira knew she had found an unexpected ally. The Flightmare had not only spared her but had also shared its secrets. She still didn't know where she was or how she would get home, but she felt a flicker of hope.
With the Flightmare by her side, Eira set her mind to the tasks ahead. She would explore the island, find food and shelter, and, perhaps, discover a way to signal for help. And as she glanced at the dragon beside her, she couldn't help but feel that she was no longer alone in this strange, new world.