Re-emergence of a Lost Hope... (Httyd Fanfic?) (Under Revision)
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Ongoing, First published May 29, 2020
Mature
Was it their blinding stubbornness and determination to do good for their world? Being pure of heart? Being the symbol of hope for all to look up to? Or maybe... was it just having the power to change one's own destiny or even fate for the better? 

"What is it that makes one a hero?"

It was a question they were caught between with no definitive answer. Separated from everything by the inherent dark danger, yet still bound to reality from an outside means unknown... A person whose name even they themselves had forgotten moved past their former days to now roam across the troubled multiverse, lurking behind its deepest shadows in a dead-status solitude. 
  
After being left crippled in another world infested with "trainable" dragons of copious and dangerous variety, they're going to have to survive as they learn how to even do so. Not only this, but their very presence now places a timer on the existence of the world and those inhabiting within it as H̸̳̫͖̜̮͔͋͝ȩ̵̭̟̹̰͍̈̋̈́̕ ̷̥̙̟̩̰̌́̏̓͆́́͜ͅc̴̡̛̜̯̰̜̰̣̾̌́̿̀ǫ̴̗͗͆̕͝m̵͎͓̻͎̾ê̴̬̑̍́̈́s̴̰͈͑̍̈́̎̂̊... If this foreign figure does nothing, then they alongside all that is or that will ever be shall succumb to corrupted annihilation. But, maybe not everything is the lost cause they perceive it to be. If something can help them find what they had thought to have died long ago, then there might be a re-emergence of a lost hope...
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