The Dragon Master Part II: Rewritten (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Prologue

"The madman is a dreamer who is awake."

(Normal pov— Many years ago)

On the Mediterranean plains, a little boy ran through a wheat field that was bathed in the evening sunset, the boy was laughing as his father chased after him, the father scooped his son in his massive arms, the boy giggled and rested on his fathers broad shoulders and smiled. "You did well today in training my little warrior." The boy smiled and patted his fathers head. "I had a good teacher." The father chuckled and he continued to walk through the wheat field with his son on his shoulder.

"One day my son, you will lead our people to greatness and have children of your own and your life will be filled with joy." The father promised his five year old son, the boy nodded. "I look forward for that day to arrive father." Father and son smiled at each other and once they exited the wheat field, their village came into view.

Hunters returning with game, women washing clothes and children playing, the father placed his son back on his feet and hugged him. "I love you son." The boy smiled brightly and hugged his father tightly and nodded. "I love you too father." The boy saw his mother approach. "Mama!!" The boy was scooped up in his mother's arms and the beautiful woman welcomed her husband by placing a kiss on his lips and smiled at her son.

"Did our little warrior enjoy training time with his father?" She asked, the boy nodded his head and the father chuckled. "Of course he did my wife, our boy has the potential to lead our people to greatness." The wife smiled and kissed her sons forehead and looked back at her husband. "Yes, our son is destined to do great things." The father smiled widely and wrapped his arm around his wife while the mother held their son through the peaceful village.

(Fifteen years later)

The boy continued to hone his skill with sword until there was none his age that stood his equal, the girls chased after him, ogling over their handsome heir, he grew into a strong young man, his physic was lean and toned muscle, his hair was grew long into short dreadlocks and dressed in a black tunic, silver arm braces and a dragon tooth necklace dangling around his neck. The boy looked upon the horizon of his home. The warm breeze caressing his sweat soaked skin was refreshing, the clouds rolling over the sun, and little rays of light warming the young mans skin.

The young man turned around to see his father approach and the two smiled at each other. "Beautiful, is it not my son?" The son looked out to the horizon of the Mediterranean. "It is father, the weight of responsibility is something I do not wish to take lightly, I want to lead our people into a glorious future, as you are." The father chuckled and wrapped an arm around his sons shoulder. "Patience Drago, when your time comes, I know you'll do great things for us." Drago bowed his head in appreciation of his fathers encouragement and father and son walked the plains back to their village.

(Normal pov— Three months later)

When nightfall fell upon Drago's village, he was awakened to the sound of blood curdling screams filling the night air, along with the heavy scent of blood, fire and burnt corpses. Drago exited his home to find that a dead dragon laid at his door step. It had been dead for days by the look. Someone framed his father for this kill, and now these dragons are exacting vengeance. Drago watched in horror as his village was being laid waste by dragons. Night Furies to be exact, his eyes began burning with tears as he witnessed childhood friends being blown to pieces, former mentors burnt to an unrecognizable crisp and his mother...