Shade headed back to the nest, and as he flew at the front of the motley procession of dragons, he felt another headache coming on. The headaches were fierce and common. Shade was roughly three-hundred sun cycles old, but he only had the memories of the past twenty. He didn't know what had happened, but someone or something had sealed two-hundred and eighty years of memories behind a mental wall he couldn't break. Even his body had adapted to only twenty years of memories, his aldursstig (age-scales) showing only twenty sun-cycles. The headache got even worse, and Shade groaned.
"You are OK Shade?", His second in command; Hookfang, a red logahúð asked.
"I'm fine, just peachy", Shade replied sarcastically.
Sensing Shade didn't want to talk, Hookfang dropped back into the main body of the pack. After some minutes of flying the dragons reached the nest. The dragons dropped their food slowly into the hole where IT resided. As Shade was about to go on a thinking night flight around the nest, when he felt a powerful evil presence overwhelm his mental borders. In terms of mental warfare Shade was good at defending and attacking, but even his expirenced defenses fell before the presence that invaded his mind, like a tsunami hitting a castle. The voice was powerful, more powerful than Shade could've ever imagined.
SO, YOU RESCUED ANOTHER HUMAN? ARE YOU BECOMING SOFT ON OUR ENEMIES?
It had directly spoken to him. IT only spoke to halasöngvarar (Tail-singers), the only species of dragon more hated than him. They were the only race who had willingly surrendered to IT in exchange for not having to go on raids. They usually took IT's orders and relayed them to rest of the 'lesser' species. The only times when IT directly spoke to another dragon was right before...
IT SEEMS YOU HAVE BEEN GETTING IDEAS BEYOND YOU STATION SHADE. I DO NOT TOLERATE SUCH MISUSE OF POWER. LOOKS LIKE ITS TIME FOR THE NEST TO BE REMINDED WHAT HAPPENS TO DRAGONS WHO RESIST MY RIGHTFUL RULE.
IT reared up out of it's hole, IT's massive body filling up the cavern. Shade had known there were risks to what he had done, and IT didn't tolerate any dragon who posed any sort of resistance for the fear of dragons turining against it. The huge claw came at his from his left, and Shade noticed it a moment to late. He managed to fly back a foot before the sharp claws almost half his body length hit him. The pain was unimaginable, the claws had teared the flesh around his stomach nearly four inchs deao, but the real problem was the claw continued and ripped of his right tailfin. He felt it gone, and he bagan to fall...and fall... and fall.
NO, I will NOT DIE. The thought summoned his dormant magic. Dragons coudn't use their magic at will. Only in moments of inspiration, danger, and death did their magic came to their summons. One of these moments was happening right now and his magic answered his deperate call.
Shade hardly remebered the next moments. The feeling of using the magic he had been storing inside of his for so long, draining out of him as it created fake wind under his wings to get him out of the nest. The pain was slowly overwhelming his senses and he knew he had to get to somewhere to rest soon. He headed straight up towards the Himneskir vegir (sky-roads). The Himneskir vegir were extremely high up, fast, and very dangerous wind channels that once inside were very hard to leave. Shade knew he had to take the risk, he was one of the few species that could use the Himneskir vegir witout the fear of his wings being ripped off, but the roads were still dangerous. He tried to think of another solution, but he knew the roads were the only things that would get him to the nearest land-mass Berk the quickest. As he entered the freezing howling abyss of wind he faded out of conciousness. Shade knew he would have to rely on his instincts to wake him up when Berk came close. He was beeding heavily, and he had to rest, and internally regenerate enough to stop the bleeding. For that he would have to sleep.
_-:Break Line:-_
Shade woke up, his tail was still bleeding, but his stomach had a thin line of skin stopping the flowing of blood. Most dragons would think that the tail was most important to seal first, but the stomach was much more important. His stomach contained both his fljótandi eldur (floating-fire), and was also the home of the myserious center of a dragon's magic. If exposed to the world, both his fire and his magic would be gone. He might live, but without magic death would be preferable. Without magic, he would slowly lose his identity until he would lose his ability for intelligent thought. The mere idea of his being like a common animal made him shudder, and as he spotted the freezing rock, Berk, He angled his wings to escape the sky roads. He went down, and in the pitch black of night his adapted eyes spotted a cove. Huh, freshwater so close to the ocean? He landed down, and immediatly fell asleep, using the last of his magic to close the wound on his tail somewhat.
_-:Break Line:-_
Hiccup cursed. Everytime he tried to help out, he only made things worse. In his tag with the Monstrous Nightmare he managed to get several houses burned. He thought about what exactly had happened and his blood boiled:
Hiccup woke up still on the docks hearing lots of voices. He opened his eyes and saw his father Stoick the Vast looking at him with what Hiccup thought would be dissapointment, but instead he saw anger.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I TOLD YOU TO STAY INSIDE!"
Hiccup knew he couldn't even say anything. No excuses or apologies would work, so he stayed quiet.
"YOU aren't my son. YOU burned down four houses, FOUR! You'll stay in the forge from now on, clean your room, and show Snotlout where to go."
Hiccup almost broke right then and there. He lost his birthright, and now he lost his last family. Hiccup scrambled up and ran towards the forest ignoring the accusing glances of the villagers and his fath-Stoick.
And now he was here. Looks like its time to go back to the Cove. He made his way back, the forest much easier to transverse in the morning light of the day. He jumped over branches and thorns. This wasn't something he could brush off with a sarcastic remark, his mask of sarcastic and uncaring heir had too many cracks. He stopped as it all hit him. The villagers could and would publically ridicule him now. He was a proper outcast; Hiccup No Name. He sat on a rock, and just stopped and sobbed. he didn't know how long he sat there in self-pity before his stubborness and determination that ran in his family coursed through his veins again. Yes, his family, me and I. He looked up, the sun was fully in the sky now. He continued to make his way to the cove. As he reached the crack which entered the cove, he saw the sheild he had tried to take in there last time incase of wild beasts. He hadn't had been able to fit it through. Hiccup smirked and climbed over it. He thought he was alone. Until he saw the slowly moving huddled black mass. The scales reflected the sun as Hiccup stood there in shock.
"Nightfury."
A/N: most of you all will ignore this (I probably would in a fanfic), but once again please comment and review how you liked this chapter. Once again I would like to remind that I update ever 2 days around 1000 words per update. So how was it? Thanks for reading and cya :D.
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Alone Together
Fantastik(A Unique Hiccup Runaway Story). The breaking point. The point when something inside of a person snaps and the crack echoes across their whole self. Sometimes this can lead to madness, or in some cases it can lead to cold hard ruthless determination...
