The Dragon Traitor/Frida's backstory (Complete)

Night Fury

TW: strong language, blood and misogyny.

Hope you still enjoy it though. Sorry to all my female readers who have to read it but it is important to the story.

In front of her stood, a white Night Fury.

Frida couldn't believe it. She had never seen a Night Fury up close, let alone a white one.

Her heartbeat beat loudly in her chest as she watched the dragon. It had beautiful blue eyes and silvery-white scales. But one thing that caught her attention was how one of its wings was in a crooked position while it kept one of its front legs from touching the ground.

It just looked like they were broken, maybe she could save this dragon from her father's wrath, unlike the Monstrous Nightmare.

She carefully walked towards it. It fired a purple blast right next to her, almost burning her leg off.

"I don't want to hurt you," she told the dragon, not sure if it would understand her.

The dragon looked at her white hair and growled as it lowered its eyes to meet hears.

Frida understood why it was hostile. Her father had created quite the reputation after all the Night Furies he killed. There was no reason for this one to trust her.

She got an idea. It was worth a shot. Might get her killed but, oh well.

As she kept eye contact with the dragon, she began to take off the various weapons she had on her. She placed them all next to a tree and walked away from it, all while maintaining eye contact with the dragon.

The dragon seemed to understand what she was trying to communicate and relaxed.

She tried to walk over to it but it growled at her.

"Not on those terms yet, I get it," she said as she walked away from it.

She sat down by a tree, a comfortable distance from the dragon and her weapons.

"I am not like my father," she said. Not to the dragon, but not to herself either. She looked over at it to see it licking its paw. There was a large gash there that blood oozed out of.

"Would you like me to help you?" She asked the dragon pushing herself slightly off the tree.

It looked at her and snarled, showing off its sharp, white teeth.

"I take that as a no."

They both stayed silent for a long while. Frida liked observing the dragon, how it cleaned the wound, how its ears would twitch even at the smallest sound, how it watched her with a careful eye so she wouldn't get any ideas.

It was truly a fascinating creature, and so intelligent in everything it did. Why did her father want to kill them?

Frida turned abruptly at the sound of rustling behind her. She felt her breath quicken and her heartbeat beat loudly and rapidly in her chest.

She looked over to the dragon. Its ears were up and twitching, trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from.

"You need to hide," Frida said and stood up.

She walked over to where she heard the sounds and saw torches. Her heart hammered against her ribcage. Frida looked back at the dragon and saw how it lay helpless on the ground, unable to flee.

She desperately looked around for something, anything!

She finally found some logs and loose bushes. She picked them up and tried her best to hide the dragon, it did not squirm when she disguised it.