The Moon Started with Light {How To Train Your Dragon FanFic}

27 {Sneaking Out}

Of course, my luck just couldn't, not one little bit, get better. I thought to myself as I watched the white dragon make her way to the way if glorious books in the back. Everyone stepped out of her way as she drew closer to them, afraid she was going to go wild.

No one screamed, knowing she would kill who ever did with one if those green flames. No one ran, because they knew she wouldn't have to put effort in catching them. No one reached for their food because they knew it would set the dragon off in a panic.

"Where is it?" It asked, its head snapping towards me. Its eyes narrowed, who knew what it was thinking. I knew I was the only one who understood it, and to everyone else it was just making growling noises.

I tried to speak, but what on Berk would I say? HI, YOUR THAT DRAGON THAT BURNED THW BOAT I WAS ON AND I AM PRETTY SURE KILLED DEAN AND BEN! HOW'S IT GOING? Yeah. Like that will happen.

"You." It growled and looked back ahead. Did it remember me? It continued walking, and I could feel my heart beating against my chest. I felt as if it would pop out anytime soon, or my brain would blow up inside my skull.

"Light," Someone whispered my name and grabbed my forearm. I used all if my self control to stay still, not to scream or jerk away. I slowly looked back to see Adam, his mess of blonde hair brushing in the way of his hazel eyes as always. "Come with me, you need to see something." I was about to protest but he added a very stern, "Now."

I drew a sharp breath and we slowly escaped the Great Hall alive. People starring at us as if we were crazy, and we were.

We made it out alive and Adam took my hand, pulling me threw town. The streets were empty since the white dragon, a few things on fire. Burning up slowly to ash with green flames. The fire didn't spread, it stayed in place, slowly burning.

He pushed me inside his house, closing the door behind him. "Adam, what in Earth is happening?" I asked as he looked at me, pain shone in his eyes even with his hair in the way of them.

His back was against the door, keeping it shut. "Light, I care about you, a lot. And I have been doing some reading, and I know about that dragon now. Where it came from." He told me, and I raised an eyebrow. He signed and stood up straight. "You have to believe me. Come."

He started upstairs to his room and I hesitated. I haven't seen Adam in so long he isn't the best friend I had when I was 7. I followed him.

His room was a mess, daggers stuck in the walls, dirty shirts littering the floor, his bed unmade, a shield resting against his bed post. You get the idea. He grabbed a large thick book from under his bed, it looked some what like the one I saw him carrying earlier. He kneeled on the ground before it, and I did the same beside him.

He opened the book and flipped threw some pages. "That dragon is what we call a Moodiful Wolficous Maximum." He explained and I forced a laugh back at the name. He had to be joking.

"I am serious, Light." He said, still flipping threw the large book. "Ever three hundred and fifty two years, one wolf pup is chosen to become a dragon. It all starts with their fur, tinting colors towards their moods. Then they start blacking out, transforming little by little into a dragon. But when they wake up, they are wolf again. The longer this goes on, the more the changes become permanent.

"That one in the Great Hall is no older than a month or two, its scales are still coming it so it still hasn't developed its shifting scales. That's why it only tints its colors and ie only white.

"They say their fire is the most deadliest for a dragon so small. If it was as big as Red Death, then it would be number one on don't even try.

"This dragon is a huge threat, Light. But it isn't ment to be killed." Adam said softly, finding the page he was looking for. His smoothed it out with the back if his hand and let me see. It was of a girl with long black hair, her arm extended, towards a white dragon no taller than her. It had a long sleek neck and a matching tail, a black smudge on its cheek. Its eyes were closed, nose and forehead against the girls palm.

Above the two were two purple eyes, looking down upon them. The eyes weren't looking friendly though, they looked... Hungry.

"We train it." Adam stated the obvious. "I read the ledgend, Light. I read it five times. A girl while black hair and related to Hiccup Haddock the Third is suppose to train the dragon and defeat the purple eyes." He turned the page and my chest started to close.

"Death is coming,
You will be found,
The monster hunting,
A new chief must be crowned,
There is no running,
As this creature is worst than a hound,
BEWARE I SAY!
And don't make a sound,
The answer is not far away,
The child will be underground."

"What does it mean?" I asked, closing my eyes tightly, afraid to look at the page again.

"You know exactly what it means. There are more, want to see?" He asked and I shook my head. I knew what the poem ment, I just didn't want it to be true.

"No credit to the one who done,
All the work to see the sun,
The one person to be crowned,
Is the one the reporters found," Adam read me a few more, and soon I was in a ball in the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, crying softly. Adam strocked my hair and asked me if he wanted me to stop reading the poems, but I told him to keep going.

Each poem contained a bit of the legend trying to be told, and I wanted to figure it all out. I had to.