Preface
When I was in middle school I briefly started reading fanfiction out of boredom, just as a way for me to consume additional media from my favorite movie and video-game universes. Although I initially thought of the fanfiction community as just another nerdy fringe-section of the Internet, I quickly discovered through my reading that constructing fandom was simply another outlet for a person's creative mind. I think everyone at some point wishes for a good story to continue in a way they think is wonderful; few have the courage and/or imagination to put those thoughts on paper. There are some strange perspectives to be sure, but to each their own (If you don't like it, don't read it).
During those summers my siblings and I were heavily invested in How to Train Your Dragon, Race to the Edge, etc. Over time my bored teenage mind found itself wishing for continuations to the story, especially during the long wait for an anticipated third film; the film's release, and my intense disappointment in it, only drove my imagination further. My older sister and I would come up with elaborate stories together, and our hope was to eventually finish and publish them somewhere. Hers were much better than mine, and I'll freely admit that my ideas did not easily translate to the written word; to this day I struggle with character dialogue, but as a 14-year old I was objectively shit at it. Eventually I decided that I would give up and come back to it, maybe write other ideas down for other movies, just that I did not think of myself as very creative and I should wait until my writing became better
Unfortunately life got in the way as she became embroiled with college work, followed by Covid-19, followed by my entry into college, among other things. I will not pretend that I did not willingly prioritize other things in my life; I consider my college career to be fairly successful, and my writing skills have drastically improved. But now as I approach graduation and my 22nd birthday, I realize that it's never too late to return to a childhood flight of imagination. Lately I've found myself mustering little to no emotion in my academic writing; although I have no idea who will read or like my stories, any joy they can bring others will hopefully bring me some reinvigoration as well. So here's to my first attempt at a fanfic, returning to a story idea that I abandoned many years ago, but hopefully I can recreate it for your enjoyment.
As the description hopefully says, this story takes place 5 months after the end of the second Httyd movie. I'll freely admit that I hated everything about the third film; the pacing, the plot, the world setup, and the writer's sloppy attempts to tie a beloved Dreamworks project to the book series that—while wonderful books—had long since separated in similarity from each other. My story adds quite a bit of magic, although it's not widespread throughout the world; I will try my best to convert the grandiose ideas of my childhood to something that scales a little better for your enjoyment of fantasy. It's also the hope that one of my OC's will go on to have many other projects across multiple fiction universes, as he is very near and dear to my heart. Hope you enjoy.
