Emma: The Legend of the Darkstalker (HTTYD Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Rising for a Fall

~12 years before the dragon war ended (when I put that it means 12 years before the first httyd movie)~

The sun's golden rays filtered through the spring tree foliage, casting a warm glow on the sleeping childrens' faces. Blaze slept with his back supported against a rock with Emma slumbering on his lap. A gentle hand rested on her head that had spent half of the night stroking his sobbing sister's hair whom had cried herself to sleep.

Birds whistled and sang together in perfect harmony, as the gentle whisper of the wind joined in the morning song. Then all went silent as footsteps invaded the forest floor, crunching leaves and sticks. The forest and all that inhabited it knew what was coming next. Someone was coming for the powerful girl of the forest. Not a single bird whistled, nor did the wind whisper. The sun didn't even dare rise another inch in fear of what would happen next.

"Is this the girl?" A gruff voice inquired, from infront of the sleeping children.

"Yah, it's her--look at her left arm," a deep voice answered. The first man's cold eyes explored the toddler's arm, notcing a purple swirling pattern up her arm. "How much do you think a girl with strong powers is worth?" A smirk spread across the viking's face.

"Or, we could use her to threaten people into doing what we want,"

"Huh, quite a hard decision... " the man sneered. "But Drago Bludvist is after this girl too, he'll pay us excedingly well," the men smiled evily at each other, before yanking the girl up and closing a hand around her throat as they began to drag her away. She jolted with a scream.

"BUBBA! BUBBA! HELP!"she screamed, before one of the men clamped a hand over her mouth as she continued to struggle.

Blaze immediately jumped up and ran after her. "Emma? Emma! LET HER GO!" he demanded, sprinting after them. Emma squirmed and kicked, but it had no effect on the man who was carrying her. Blaze subconsciously took note of the men's appearences. They were both very large, one with blackhair, the other with golden brown. They both had thick beards that came down to their mid chest, and silver helmets. The man with black hair had sharp facial features with broad cheakbones, while the other's face was longer.

"I said, let her go, NOW!" Blaze boomed. The men came to a halt at the edge of a cliff, with a several thousand foot drop. The man carrying Emma, the man with black hair, grasped the back of Emma's shirt and held her threateningly over the edge of the cliff. Blaze stopped, now only 10 feet away from them. "Wait--don't--" He took a step forward

The man arched her higher. Emma whimpered in fear. "Don't move, or I'll drop 'er!" he growled.

"She would'nt be of much use to you dead, now would she," Blaze observed, outwardly calm, failing to hide the desperate, terrified glance he gave his sister.

"Accept, if I do kill the girl, her powers go into me, and that is even more conveinient." Another smirk arched on the men's faces. Blaze froze, completely taken back.

"...How--how did you know that?" He asked shakily. The man smiled a wild grin, once again jerking Emma higher.

"I didn't. You just told me. Just a lucky guess. It's called a bluff, Boy, and I'm good at it; now I'd be very, very careful with what you say next, because it may be the last this girl ever hears,"

Blaze gulped and blinked away the hot, rising tears that attacked his eyes. Emma was frozen in fear, occasionally choaking down a sob. Blaze gasped as the seams on Emma's shirt that the man grasped began to rip. The men acted as if they hadn't noticed.

"Now, you have two choices, and I'd chose wisely: 1. We kill her now--" Blaze instinctively lurched a few steps forward when the shirt tore a little more. To show Blaze that he made a mistake, he dropped Emma for a heartstopping moment before catching her by the back of her shirt, which ripped a little more. "--or, we take her with us alive, and sell her to the most capable, powerful viking ever to live: Drago Bludvist. Now make your choice," the other viking chuckled menacingly.

Another seam popped. "Uh, can you please put her down now, her shirt is ripping and I may never get to even say my dexision!" Blaze spoke 90 miles-per-hour. The man shook his head.

"Well then, I guess it will help you make your discision more quickly. You have ten seconds. Choose,"