Dragon Teens

Away

TOOTHLESS POV.. one day before How To Train Your Dragon 1
I yawn, and stretch.
My paws ache tenderly from falling on some sharp rocks last night.
I stretch, happy to be home after another successful expedition.

My eyes tell me it's about noon, meaning I'm late for human training.
I rush out, wings open.
I land in the ring, and a big hotburple stumbles over to us.

We've grown in numbers, meaning more diverse hatchling.
For example, we have what appears to be a Nadder.
We all know better.

She is part Night Fury.

We have a Monstrous Nightmare who is part Zippleback.
A pure Gronkle.
A Zippleback that's part Nightmare.

Then, there's the other pure Night Furies that fill in the gaps of our group of thirteen along with pure Zippleback, Nadders, and Monstrous Nightmare.

Then, there's me.
No one knows what I am.

I look Night Fury.
They say maybe not.

I get tested today, as we all are.
It will help me track my roots.

My fake mom said I was left at her doorstep when her child died.
After that, I always felt like a replacement.
Not original.

I see the pures and everyone else leave.
I stare at the hotburple everyone calls Grump.

I know why.

I hear him bark, "Zahnlos! Come here. Alpha will test you know. If you are pure, you will glow red. If not, you will glow blue when his breath graces your filthy brow."

I kneel before the Night Fury Alpha.
He breathes on my head.
At first, nothing appears.

Then, a cold Searing enters my brain.
I shake my head, and a painful scream fills my throat.
The Alpha covers his ears, and Grump glares at everyone to leave.

Grump grabs my head, and unleashes his claws while I try to escape.
My wings fan and tuck, trying to fly.
Again, not really good at that either.

I flap long and hard, eventually flying above the ground and quickly gaining speed.

A cut is in my head now, sending me into a panic.
Then, an X appears.
X for Exiled.

I set Grump down, and take off with formalities to the wind.
You only get exiled for one reason.

You are some offspring of doom.
Uncontrolled death.

For me that also includes lightning.

So, I am the unholy offspring of lighting and death.
Nice to have that title.

I speed away, head no longer bleeding.
My wings strain to free me from my near tears.

I may never know now, unless another alpha tells me.
I sense one close, if only I could find it.

I see a wet heap of rock, and dragons!
Hybrid dragons!
Like me!

I can see the various X marks on them from here.

You see, I'll give you a secret here.
Hybrid dragons, like dogs, are stronger.
Especially Night Furies.

Pure Night Fury eggs rarely survive.
None survive infancy.
Except me, with my luck.
(We mixed off to Skrill and Western Water Dragons)

I feel the glow fade, anger rising.
I choose to try and lure out the alpha.
He can tell me what I am just by one glance.

I fire at a large thingy, the first thing I see.
I dive, wind whistling by me.
I fire, and shoot up.
I do this for a while.

I assume it's a beacon.

I sense him coming out to greet me.
I hover above him for a moment, confused.
This was no dragon.

This was a viking boy.
Around my age.

I roar to catch his eye.
He looks up, horrified.
Someone yells, and throws a rock at me.
I panic, and take off.

The alpha shoots me with an odd device, sending me falling out of the sky.

I flap hard, body straining to be free.

Then, I break through some trees.
I scream when my tail fin g