The Night Fury: Dark Avenger

Chapter 1: Stay out of the Archipelago

Remember in my RWBY/HTTYD crossover fic, I mentioned that I first drafted a modern AU where Hiccup is a crime fighting vigilante like Batman in a world where Superheroes are illegal, like the world of The Incredibles but I ended up changing it to a crossover with RWBY?

Well, reading a couple of Batman/Avengers crossover fanfics, along with a fanfic called, "The Iron Night Fury" which is basically Hiccup as Iron Man and a few stories about Dark Claw, the fusion of Batman and Wolverine, I got some more inspiration to write this.

So here we go.

Enjoy and leave comments.

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Darkness. The ravenous mass of darkness that devours everything and leaves nothing but fear in its wake.

When I was younger, I was told to fear the dark and stay away, close to the light. That the world was full of shadows that held monsters. Great and terrible beasts that would snatch me away from those who loved and cared for me. Take me away from the light. And what a light it was. A warm, comfortable light that gave me love and kindness. Keeping me safe from the dark.

I was eight years old when I learned the truth. The truth of what the light and darkness truly were.

Lies. Nothing but lies told to keep children close to their parents. Lies adults tell themselves so that they could give meaning to a world that had none.

The light was nothing but an illusion created by people desperate and afraid of the chaos around them that they painted the world in a false brightness. Giving them the illusion of order, of reasoning. Creating a world where they could lie to themselves about and teach their children to adore. Telling them that the world made sense. That the light was safe, warm and wondrous.

And the darkness? The darkness was supposed to be foreboding, terrifying. The place that even angels feared to tread. That is what we are taught. Fear the shadows. Fear the dark and stay away. For within it there are dragons, monsters and nightmares. The abyss where no one can come back from. That no one wishes to remain in. Once lost, they can only hope to find the light.

All of that was lies.

Once in the dark, you are pushed past ignorance, past the veneer of reason and order we created. Pushed past the boundaries of order that we imagine there to be we can find it. There is the one thing we crave, that we strive for. Only in the dark can we find. . . meaning.

It was in the darkness I was reborn. In the darkness I first saw it. I created it and it created me. An idea that sounded childish, so ridiculous that it was to be dismissed as mere grief from loss. Once spoken, people will pity you as broken, deluded and lost. Or mad. Yet I knew it was more than that. I felt it then as I feel now. What was born that night cannot be contained, cannot be stopped. Only unleashed.

For when my world was shattered and I was brought into the dark, to stand before the abyss, I did not cower nor break. I stared back, unblinking, undaunted into the void. Into the gaping maw of the night. The ravenous mass of infinite terror that slowly devours everything and leaves nothing but fear in its wake. It was then I knew, it was then it. . . claimed me. . . It was then I became something more, something greater.

It was then I became the embodiment of fear.

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The Barbaric Archipelago, the North Sea, Norway. Five miles from the Isle of Berk.

March 14th, 2008