View of a dragon: Night Fury
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Just to let you know, this is a very old story that I did last two years ago when I started writing. I just found out that I didn't post it up on SoFurry. So.. yeah, I'm posting it up here, now. The whole story is finished but I'm going to post one at a time, probably intervals. Sorry peeps, no yiffs in this story. Just plain old story writing. You might have read this before since it's been posted up on FanFiction.net.
View of a dragon: Night Fury
This is Berk. The food here stinks, and the humans are more so as well, but who really cares at the moment, right?
Hi, name's Toothless or, whatever you want to call me. Humans began to call me Toothless ever since that faithful day. Before the name 'Toothless', I went by the name of Night Fury. Mmm... sounds mighty interesting to have that name to be honest. Night fury... Night Furry... Night... The avenger of the night, feel my wrath!
Oops, sorry for that. Been a playful dragon lately ever since Hiccup trained me but whatever. This, my friends, is where it all began. All of you have heard of the stories, about how a skinny looking boy (I would say that he's really skinny and compared to the rest of the Vikings out there, especially his father, I could have mistaken that he was picked up from a trash can or somewhere) managed to tame and train, the ferocious Night Fury that the whole village of Berk has ever known.
It was time, time to move out, to move out there and feed this gigantic beast of a dragon. I'm ashamed at what have become of us dragons because of that monster. He's no dragon but a mere slave driver who commands us to get food for him every single day. I loathe him. The very day that I knew that we, the dragons, were a mere slave to him to bring him food, I was angry. Angry was an understatement but more of... of... a word that I can't describe but the main point is, that 'dragon' is not a dragon but a monster.
The time has come yet again, to depart from our nest and find food for him. The nearest village? Berk. Ah... Berk, such a wonderful and beautiful village to live in. The people there are friendly but because of dragons like us, pillaging over their livestock, it's only natural that they began to fight back and made dragon training as a necessity of life. It's been years ever since they have done that.
I still remembered what my ancestors once told me: Humans are fragile creatures, the fight for survival to the elements that they are in and adapt. It is their nature to fight off what is naturally dangerous to us, just like we do. Both dragons and humans are not far off from being similar.
I merely laughed at that thought. Us? Similar to humans? What a load of pelt droppings. We dragons are never like humans. Humans are weak, humans are dangerous and humans are nothing compared to us dragons. We are mighty, lightning strikes at the sound of our roars and that is what a true dragon is. A human will never be like a dragon and a dragon will never respect humans as such.
The time has come, to fly and to roam the skies. This is what a true dragon is. Similar? Not even close.
We flew in groups, one in the front while another from the side. Our flying formation was as such in order to keep each and every one of safe from any harm. My comrades are what kept us bonded together and this will never change between us.
Wings spread wide, the clouds brushes through my face, enjoying the breeze as I soar through the early morning sky. I have always wondered why we flew this early in the morning to the village. Oh, right, now I remembered, it was easier to strike while it's still dark compared to the later mornings. I shook my head out of my own stupidity. Sometimes, I do wonder if I think too much, questioning orders from around but that's who I am.
It took a while but finally, we were at Berk. Apparently, a group went off earlier than usual. I looked to the side, gazing at one of my comrades but all he did was shook his head as well. None of us knew why there was an earlier group before us but nonetheless, we came for what we needed for: livestock.
It was havoc in Berk, as per usual. Each of every one of my comrades began spreading fire through the village, scaring off the humans while some dived in and grab hold on one of their sheep.
From above, I looked down at the humans running and scurrying off to find shelter while the usual army of Vikings began to fight back. Sword clashes with our talons, rocks thrown at us as we tried to evade them but somehow, the humans were quite resilient in the battle. Every time one fell, another would replace him or her and continue to fight.
I was amazed at the humans and their determination to protect their village. Deep down in my heart, it seemed as if I had a hint of care for the humans. The humans... I mean humans. In the end, my mind wandered a little while I continued to fly in circles.
Humans? Me caring for humans? They are the ones that attack us. We need those supplies in order to survive.
Yes, my sentiments exactly.
"Reloading!" One of the Vikings at the top of tower yelled.
That broke me out of my reverie.
Bash!
Clang!
Pow!
I looked at the direction of the noise and roared out in anger. That Viking is hurting one of my comrade, how can I stare and do nothing. It was on, these Vikings will pay dearly and their tower will be banished to dust.
With another loud roar, I let off a loud screeching noise before letting loose my dragon's breath. Blue mist of light emits from my mouth and out was the sapphire fire. It hit its target, and exploded with a loud bang. As my fire nailed on to the tower, a wave of blue mist lighted the skies. Humans began to scream for their lives, some even jumping off from the tower but landed safely on the ground or on some hays.
However, the tower was still standing. I growled at myself for not letting it fall in one strike but whatever the moment is, this tower will fall with my next breath. I flew high up in the air, gaining much momentum and dived quickly. With one breath, I blew my fire.
And it hits.
I never miss a mark, never miss a target and I was proud of what I can do. The tower began crumble into pieces of scrap wood as it slowly fell to the ground. With sheer joy and momentum, I pierced right through the flaming tower and that was when my whole lives changed in that one event.
BAM!!
I was hit. Yes, I was hit by something hard and this, this thing tangled all around my body, paralyzing my ability to flex my wings to gain my momentum back. It was too late.
Body felt as if gravity was taking me in, pummeling down hard. I tried to maneuver myself away from the village and luck was on my side. Using my tail as a guide, I managed to swerve off from the village but that wasn't luck to be honest. No, that's unlucky.
My eyes bulged out as my vision registered in to my brain. I was going to crash land into the forest and hell; it was going to be painful. Trying in vain to release myself from this god forsaken device, my movement made it worse than before because as my body crashed landed to the tress below, my vigorous movement made the trees poked and scratched along the side.
It was painful, it was agonizing and most of all, it hurt badly. Letting off a loud roar, I felt something scratched against my tail. Pain surged through my body like fire. All I did was closed my eyes and tried not to think of the worst event that could happen to me.
Trees after trees after trees passed through me as I landed down. All this and I could do nothing about it.
Eventually, the crash began to subside, landing on to a clear spotted path in the middle of the forest. My breathing was hard and fast, panting ever so hard as if my life depended on it. Actually, I was depending on my breathing. If I wasn't even taking in the smell of trees and the morning smell wafting through the air, I could have sworn that I had died.
Heavy breathing began to ascend after the sudden crescendo as my heart was thumping really hard. I lay there, helpless. It was embarrassing. The all powerful and mighty Night Fury. The Night Fury is down and helpless, unable to move.
Gods of the skies. Please, help me.
I prayed really hard for that moment, hoping that one of my comrades knew where I've landed, or at least knew that I was missing from the group or in action. Hope...that was what I cling on to. Hoping that at least one dragon would have found me here.
Time passes by as the morning sun rose high up in the air and in the end, ending high up in the afternoon. Birds began chirping along the trees, not caring that there is a wounded dragon in the middle of the forest. I inhaled hard, taking in the smell of the forest as my nostrils were invaded by the scent of moss, trees and mud.
I tried to move again, wanting to break free from these clutches that's grasping on to my body. It hurt, it hurt badly but I was relentless. I need to break free, I have to break free. If the humans found me here, lonely and helpless, they would rip my heart out and god please, don't let that happen. There are so many duties that I have yet to perform as a dragon before I die and... and....and... dying here, isn't an option.
Yes, I was scared. Scared and finally, I've found the true meaning of fear in a coward. This... this fears that I'm experiencing, it's nauseating!
I need to get out! I need to get out!
Chirp!
Roo!!
Rustle...
My eye bulged open at the sound and sudden change in the forest environment.
Rustle...
"Oh the gods hate me." The voice began to resound through the forest. "Some people lose their knife or a mug. No not me. I managed to lose an entire dragon?!"
My ears perked up at those words. Those are words, voices, speaking, and true words.
Human!
I began to squirm harder again; trying as best as I can to move and wiggle my way out this trap but it was all in vain. I can't be caught. I am the ferocious dragon. I cannot be caught dead with humans! I mustn't. I couldn't. I....I....
Head hanging low, I was incapable of freeing myself. In the end, I just closed my eyes, waiting for my death in the hands of a human.
The noises of the birds were no more, no more loud chirping or happy noises but just rustling and padding of boots on the ground. It came closer and closer.
Goodbye and farewell, my comrades. It was a pleasure working with all of you. For now, let the humans take me, for I am Night Fury, the greatest dragon that man has ever known in the village and is about to be taken into their hands.
Goodbye.
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Thanks for reading! Again, old story and there will be loads of mistakes compared to what i have now. I'm lazy to edit this story. So sue me. :D