When Lightning Strikes: A HTTYD Hybrid's Story

Chapter 2: The Sanctuary

The new hatchling slowly climbed out of its egg, and was shortly thereafter aided by its mother. The hatchling had yellow eyes, a whitish underbelly, a topside with variations of purples, and small spikes around its face and back, including a hooked horn on his nose. The hatchling chirped and its mother, a midnight-black dragon, gave him some food while cleaning him up. The night fury suddenly looked up as the sound of footsteps echoed outside their cage. A woman appeared, a small smirk etched across her features. She studied the two for a moment as the night fury growled softly before turning away.

Several days later, the hatchling, whom his mother named Storm, began walking and flapping his wings a bit, when the same person from before walked in. The night fury growled, and the woman shot a crossbow loaded with a tranquilizer dart. The night fury struggled to fight of the effects of the drug, but she soon fell to the ground, asleep. She then picked up Storm and walked down the hall, her shadow casting a dark silhouette on the wall. The pair arrived at a small room filled with all sorts of equipment. After setting him down on a table, the woman took a needle and drew some blood, and Storm gave a small screech of pain. She inspected it under a sort of microscope, then grinned. It looks like the transfusion worked!" She says. "You, little one, are exactly half and half," She exclaimed more to herself than the hatchling. The mystery woman then examined his small spikes and body structure; not without Storm struggling though, and then takes him back to the restless Night Fury.

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One Year Later

Storm sat by the window of his barred cave. He could see other dragons flying freely, and wished he could do the same. At one year old, Storm was about three feet long and had already had his first flight. It had been fun. His mother, a night fury named Twilight, had taken him on a flight around the inside of the mountain. Soon after he had many more flights, even some outside, but not without the "Poker" watching them. Storm didn't like that human female. She constantly watched and studied him, and would always carry him off to poke and prod at the little dragon. Speaking of which, here she comes now! Storm called to Twilight and happily bounced around. Alora chuckled and let them both out, and Storm leaped into the air.

After flying for about an hour, Twilight sat down to rest and Storm went to play with the other yearlings. He did this quite a bit, but always had to be carful of the bullies: An older male Monstrous Nightmare named Sharpfang and his gang. On this particular day, Storm didn't see them and let his guard down, until he was suddenly tackled to the ground. This happed often. "Get off Sharpfang," Storm growled. "Who's gonna make me," Sharpfang snickered. Storm kicked him in the stomach, and rolled away. Immediately, the "gang" was holding him down again. Sharpfang hit his face with a wing, drawing a bit of blood. It stung, and a tear rolled down Storm's snout. "Aww, you're crying?" The Nightmare mocked. "Let me go," Storm whimpered. Sharpfang just laughed. "I'm not letting you go, why would I? No one cares about you, you little monster." Storm started to cry, and Sharpfang kicked him across the floor. Storm got up and ran, and the gang laughed behind him. "Your not a real dragon!" Shouted Sharpfang, causing more tears to stream down Storm's snout.

That night, Storm sat alone and cried. Shouts of, You're not a real dragon! You're a monster! Echoed through his head. "I'm a monster," Storm whimpered to himself as sleep finally claimed him.

There! Another chapter posted! By the way, a picture of the main character is up above. Since Storm is only a year old, he does not have all those spikes and such yet. Only the ones around his face and a few on his back so far.