[Archived] NightGuard

Prologue

Hey! Wake up! Control!

"..."

"..."

Punch!

OOF! Ow, what was that for?

Control groggily opened his eyes to see his sister Wires standing over him.

"It's today." she said as she hastily walked away.

"Hey wait!"

Control groggily scrambled up from his sleeping bed, and stumbled his way out of the tent to see his father's monstrous nightmare.

He quickly said hi as he tried to slip past. Too late! The monstrous nightmare grabbed his hoodie and set Control back in front of him.

"Oh c'mon not this again."

"Yes, it's this again.", said a voice from behind.

Control jerked his head around to look in the direction of the voice. It was his Father, Engine, who was dragging a hog out of the brush. Engine was a mighty warrior and one of the few friends that the Chief trusted.

"Oh hey...dad."

"Help me clean this hog up."

"How come Wires got to get out of camp", asked Control, as he tried to change the conversation.

"She's 14."

"..."

"Now are you going to get over and help me?"

"No." Control tried running off but the monstrous nightmare grabbed him again and set him back to his original location. 'Hmpf"

"Ya' know if you'd help me with this, the sooner you could do The Trial."

"..."

"Fine."

Cleaning boars is disgusting and boring. I wonder what's Wires is doing? Probably doing girl things. Ew. Control Thought.

"Son. You've just been staring at the hide doing nothing."

"Oh. Oops."

"Get your head out of the clouds, that's where dragons are supposed to be. You'll never survive on your own."

"I know. I know."

"Now pay attention and stop cutting circles."

"Ok.", Control sighed.

A scrap there. And a scrap here. And it was ready to be hung up after 30 minutes work.

"Ok. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good, hop on."

Control's Father got on his monstrous nightmare named Circuit. Circuit lowered to let 9 year old Control climb aboard up to sit behind his father.

SWOOSH

Control always loved this part. He loves the thrill of taking off, and the wind of his face. He wondered if he would be able to get a dragon. It'd probably be a Nadder. That's what most kids got. Only the real tough ones would get monstrous nightmares, just like his dad, Engine. Some of the weaker ones got Gronckles. The tactical ones showing good planning skills usually got Hideous Zipplebacks. If he did well enough in The Trial he might be able to get a dragon, he wouldn't really mind what kind he'd get.

Control looked up to see a big flock of small white birds. He smiled, he wished he too could fly on his own, not just being on the back of someone else's dragon. But his Father's Dragon was a nice dragon, he didn't mind Circuit.He knew there were tougher dragons out there but he didn't care.