The Lightning (HTTYD Fan-fic AU)

Evil Arising

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for a couple of my OC's coming up.

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The bright sun was peeking out from behind a cloud, lighting up the day. The sounds of birds and dragons reverberated around another afternoon. Air whistled as a dragon and their rider tore through the air like lightning on a stormy night. The wooden deck creaked as the large creature landed. His rider, Hiccup, swiftly dismounted, trying to stand upright but failing miserably. Hiccup trudged over to the clubhouse to see everyone there, relaxed. Snotlout was laying against Hookfang, helmet over his eyes and in a deep slumber. Fishlegs was reading a book, presumably the Book of Dragons. Tuffnut and Ruffnut were fighting over something stupid and Heather was probably training in the woods with her axe.

Everyone was so peaceful and serene. Hiccup had stopped tearing up after a few minutes, however, stains of salty water were still evident on his face. He dreaded to think about moment to tell everyone she was gone. Even the thought of her death made him want to cry. The urge for him to go into his hut was strong, but he had to be tough about it. He needed to tell the rest of the gang the upsetting news.

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The sound of people shouting was the only distinct sound for a mile. Fire and smoke was being elevated into the sky, intoxicating the fresh afternoon air. A blinding film of smoke blocked everyone's vision in the distressed village. A blonde-haired female, Astrid, stood under a small overhanging cliff, under the village. There was no possible way to get to the village from that side of the island unless you could fly. As Astrid thought about a solution to the problem at hand, she thought about her powers. Maybe she could fly? Astrid stood onto her tippy toes and looked up. After a few seconds, she slowly started to rise off the sand, lifting up into the air. She was left hovering about a meter above the shore. A few seconds passed and Astrid once again began to elevate, getting closer and closer to the village in peril.

In only a few seconds, Astrid was on the cliff. Luscious, green grass surrounded her, covering her from her toes to her knees. A few purple oleanders were planted in the damp soil. Despite the beautiful land, a fire was racing towards her, a thick film of smoke still masking her vision. With no control over her own powers, Astrid sprung into the air, doing flips and turns all over the place. Eventually, she steadied herself and began to overlook the village. People were running everywhere, trying to find a path to escape. In the distance, a figure hovered over a small hut in the middle of an old forest, trees breaking and leafs brown. The hut looked abandoned, moss covering the structure and pieces of wood missing from the roof, leaving cobwebs visible in the crevices of the building.

The figure was impossible to see. A flame masked their entire body, burning the eyes of anyone that looked at the figure for too long. Although curious, Astrid decided to ignore the figure and save the soon to be gone village. A few ships were docked on the shore she had once been on, masts as white as sheep wool and wood polished thoroughly from stem to stern. Fellow people living at the village were alerted of this and rushed over to the edge of the cliff. They knew they didn't have a way to get down, but if they didn't jump, they would get burnt to a crisp anyway.

Just as a man with red hair was about to jump, Astrid immediately flew in front of him, stopping him from facing fatal death that was about to occur.
"Who are you?!" the man questioned.
"That doesn't matter right now!" Astrid replied. "Right now, you need to get off this island."
"Well I know that!" the man stated. "But how?!"
"Let me help, I can try and get all of you down to safety and on those ships, it might take a little while but I can try," the blonde replied.
The man furrowed his eyebrows, contemplating what she had just said until he eventually complied and gave a firm nod.