(Y/N) left years ago because of her parents. They never liked you, it was always Astrid Astrid Astrid. She was your twin. So, incase you didn't catch on, Your name is (Y/N) Hofferson. You were tired of it always being her so you left. If that doesn't make sense why your parents didn't like you, lets just say you were a disgrace to the Hofferson name. Yea not good when your name is known for being strong. You only had one friend, Hiccup, soo you were sure it wouldn't affect a lot of people. You all were never thought to be friends. You never looked alike. You had no similarities. When you left, sadly you were found on the ship and was thrown of at an island. Hey at least they didn't throw you in water am I right. Anyways, once you got too the island you soon ran into a beautiful black scaled dragon, but it wasn't a regular dragon, it could change colors, sizes, and has fire breath to heal. Pretty cool right, well that's not nearly as cool as it being the offspring of a night fury and a mood dragon. Its known as a Color Fury. Your dragons name is (D/n). One day, you and (D/n) left your 'home' and flew off to find a village. With only a homemade satchel, a homemade book of dragons, a journal, and a sketch book, (y/n) and (d/n) took off into the night to arrive on Berk the next morning. A bad storm comes and you are knocked off (d/n) and fall to the ground unconscious. And that ,my little Terrible Terrors, is where our story starts.
Emma: The Legend of the Darkstalker (HTTYD Fanfic)
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My name is Emma. I'm different than other nineteen-year-old girls; in fact, I'm different than everyone. I posess strange, evil powers--I always have. For starters, my chocolate brown hair has a dark purple sheen to it, and my eyes are dark purple as well... But the really weird thing is my birthmark: I have a purple birthmark that swirls and spirals like a vine up my left arm down to my hand and to my ring finger-tip and up the right side of my neck. But the real reason that I'm a freak... a monster... is because I cause a wake of destruction everywhere I go, and not because I'm clumsy. If I'm even at all tense, my footsteps leave dark purple scorch marks. When I get mad, my surroundings ignite with black and purple fire. It,s unpredictable because it's almost never the same thing, for instance, I often accidentally blast a purple beam of energy, or I cause gigantic black vines with purple thorns to rise from the ground without warning. I was abandoned when I was a baby, not that I can blame them... There are even legends about me that Vikings tell for ghost stories, or if they want to scare their kids into staying inside.
They call me a monster.
And they're right.