The Dragoness Backstory: Fanfiction

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The Dragoness
Joined: 09/06/2017

So, this is the backstory to my charachter, THE DRAGONESS. I'll post a few paragraphs every Friday. Please try not to reply directly to them, as I might find some little grammatical errors that I will want to correct.


Anyway, enjoy!


*siggy under construction*


*Author is crazy*

*You have been warned*




I'm the Dragoness!

First thing you should know about me: I am forever and always a


Dare to be a Mormon,

Dare to stand alone,

Dare to have a purpose firm,

Dare to make it known. 


Now, on to business!!


Fun fact:  I am actually two people in SoD: Heather Autumnsword (picture pending)

and Sapphire Wraith

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          My Dragons: *work in progress*

                       midnight--------Titan Deadly Nadder

                       Midnight---------Sand Wraith (just pretend she's a night fury, okay?)

                       Shockwave-------------Screaming Death






                       Fangster--------------Monstrous Nightmare

                       Icyfire------------Hideous Zippleback

                       Barf and Belch------------Hideous Zippleback

                       Sane and Insane------------Hideous Zippleback

                       Sane and Insane------------Hideous Zippleback (due to a glitch I have two dragons w/ the

                       Spitfire---------------------Singetail                    same name)

                      Zippy------------Hideous Zippleback





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My profile pic (a stunning beauty) was made for me by the amazing, talented Katarile! 

For the backstory on this character, click here:





Here are my ALL-TIME favorite fandoms! (Used to be top ten, but I have too many things I love!!!)


le fandoms...not necessarily in order of preference...


1. HTTYD books/movies (obviously, but I HAD to put that in there, it really is my favorite)

         The books were SO GOOD. No swearing, no (extreme) violence (does getting eaten by a lava dragon that dives into a volcano count? Or Grimbeard the Ghastly killing his own son?) Okay, scratch the violence, but it really is pretty awesome. The characters are SO well put together, each with his or her own little quirks that make them unique, and they’re all (mostly) lovable in their own way (Alvin and Exellinor are irredeemable). The little lessons Cressida Cowell teach by inserting them into the plot are truly inspired. Can’t wait for her to write more!!! (Also, I love the quirky way she capitalizes random words to make them a little bit more important. It’s just funny to me.)

          The movies I mainly love because all the characters are so lovable, and because ever since I have wanted a Night Fury of my Very Own. And honestly, Race To The Edge was a pretty decent, except—*gag*—for all the mushy romance—*retch*—I’m sorry, I can’t stand that stuff. *retch*


2. Brotherband Chronicles

3. Ranger's Apprentice

4. The Ever Afters (EAS)

5. Narnia

6. Pete's Dragon

7. Brave (Merida)

8. Harry Potter

9. Spirit Animals

10. Wizards of Once

11. The Dragon with a Chocolate Heart

12. The Frog Princess/The Wide-Awake Princess

13. Leven Thumps

14. The Land of Stories

15. Keeper of the Lost Cities


Wait, don’t go...

Did I forget to...Yeah, I did. I didn’t warn you did I? Okay. Ahem.



One thing you must learn about me VERY fast is that I love spoilers and will hunt them down at every opportunity. I also enjoy giving spoilers and withholding them on a whim. I know, I’m cruel.

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The Dragoness
Joined: 09/06/2017
here we go ^^ 

here we go ^^


I don't really remember when I first saw the dragons. It's like they've always been there. Watching. Waiting. They're such a huge part of my life now, I can't imagine being without them.

Ha, ha, just kidding. Boy, do I remember. It's not every day you meet a giant flying reptile.

Or maybe it is. I don’t know what goes on in your life.

Anyway, it all started on this camping trip, with Lisa and I. We were climbing up and--you know what? Let me just write it down. you'll figure everything out later.



"How much longer?"

I looked back at Lisa. Sweat had plastered her blonde hair to her forehead, and she looked just about fed up with this hike.

"This was your idea," i pointed out. "'Let's go hike in the summer to celebrate us turning sixteen! it'll be fun! We won't get tired at all!'" I grinned at her. "Riiiight."

"Next time I suggest something like this, just slap me," she panted.

I laughed. "Aw, come on. You know you love this."

Lisa cracked a smile. "yeah, you're right." She looked down at the slope of the mountain. "I love being up here."

"Me too," I agreed.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "You live up here. Of course you like it."

I grinned again, fiercer this time. "True."

We were hiking up in the Sandias, a stretch of mountains by the city. It was gorgeous up there, green all around, and so many places to hike and climb, it wasn't even funny. It was better than awesome. And my house was just inside the treeline, on the base of the mountain. We had almost ten acres of land, but since they weren't fenced off, we were pretty much free to roam wherever we wanted. It was like a hidden world that only me and my family got to see.

In other words, it was perfect.

Lisa liked it almost as much as I did. During the summer, we spent nearly every waking moment outdoors, exploring, laughing, making up stories for random landmarks we found. Which is why we were now toiling up to the top of the mountains, ready to spend the first night of no school in the best way we could think of.

"Seriously, though, are we almost there?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. Only a few more minutes."


Thirty minutes later, we both collapsed at the campsite.

"A few more minutes," Lisa mimicked. "Half an hour is NOT a few."

"Few means more than three. Last I checked, thirty is more than three. But it was worth it, right?"

Lisa nodded, too spent to speak.

We caught our breath for the next few minutes. It wasn’t really a hard hike, but our backpacks were heavy, and it had been a long time since we’d had time to do something like this.

After awhile, Lisa sat up and frowned. “Wait. Alyson, this doesn’t look like a campsite.”

I froze, trail mix halfway to my mouth. Then I set it down and shrugged ruefully. I had been hoping she wouldn’t notice, but Lisa was smart. Smarter than me, most times.

”Yeah, about that,” I grimaced. “This isn’t actually an approved campsite, so to speak. I just thought this place would be perfect for a campout and I’ve been waiting for a chance to come here, so...” I trailed off.

Lisa stared at me, openmouthed. “You mean,” she said slowly, “that we are camping in a nonapproved area, with the chance that a forest ranger might find us and potentially arrest us and/or fine us? You mean we’re doing something illegal?!?”

I winced. “In a nutshell, yes.” I peeked at her. “Are you mad?”

Lisa tilted her head, thinking. Then, she smiled slyly. “Not at all. This is going to be the best campout ever.”

I laughed, relieved. Thank goodness Lisa put up with my crazy stunts, or I might not have any friends.

“And anyway,” Lisa continued, “this view is totally worth breaking a few rules.”

”I know, right?”

We were about twenty yards from a cliff, overlooking the city. The city and land beyond were a dusty brown, which, to be honest, was kind of ugly, but the misty green mountains on either side made up for it, and I knew that, come nighttime, it would transform into a sea of twinkling lights.

I glanced up at the sun. “It’s about three. Do you want to set up the tent now, or explore?”

Lisa shrugged. “I don’t think we’ll need a tent tonight. See? No clouds, no rain. And we’ll be able to see the stars better.”

”True, very true.” I stretched, then slipped my now-empty trail mix wrapper into my pack. “I’ll be back. I just have to...”

Lisa made a face, trying not to laugh. “Well, by all means, go already. I’m not stopping you.”

I made a face back and grabbed the toiletry bag, heading off into the trees, humming under my breath. Once I was under the canopy of trees and nothing but the shushing of the leaves and grass was audible, I relaxed completely. Lisa’s great, no lie, and I always have a good time with her, but I’ve always felt most at home alone in the forest. My mom once joked that I could be the last human on earth and be just fine. 


That's all for now. See you next week!


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Lack Lunason
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Joined: 09/24/2017
A Yakrat just ran off with the subject. TUFF!

     That chapter.....was great. You explained things through them talking (like their age), you put in some comedy, and it never slowed down. Keep up the good writting.


  P.S. I did find four minor misspellings, like world at one point, but it was easy to tell what they were supposed to be.




(I figure you've probably already figured that out, but I thought I'd play it safe.)


Here, take a gift.












    Hi, I'm Lack Lunason. I'm called that because I lack many things, and I'm a lunatic. I just put son on the end to make it sound more like a viking name. I'm also a Christ follower.


      Here are just a few things that I am:

  1. A procrastinator.
  2. Nice (mostly).
  3. Kind (don't listen to those that say otherwise).
  4. Adventurous.
  5. Lazy.
  6. A dreamer.
  7. And I'm slightly crazy.

     I've been around SoD for a long time. I think I was one of the first thousand to leave Berk and sail to the school. I'm happily part of the bold can known as POTATO BROTHERS. I have over four-thousand trouphies, although, I don't like racing much. On the other hand, I'm a master farmer.


     I will spare you the details of how much I like HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON and just skip to my favorite things  about HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. My favorite dragon would probably be the Terrible Terror. My favorite viking is Tuffnut. My favorite villain is actually not a villain any longer. It's Dagur.


  On the ranking on the forum, I've completed/on the following: Jarl, Forager, Wilderness Explore, Viking Warrior, Dragon Trainer, Drott, Dragon Master,Chief, Berk's Power Player, and......



(Respect my  Authority!)


Now onto some random stuff. This part will grow over time.


Things I am a Fan of


How To Train Your Dragon




Quotes I love


"Once I set the sea alight with a single fiery breath....

Once I was so mighty that I thought my name was death....

Sing out loud until you're eaten, song of melancholy bliss....

For the mighty and the middling all shall come to THIS...."

The Green Death, How To Train Your Dragon: book 1. Cressida Cowell.



Stoick The Vast. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 5. Creessida Cowell.


"I sailed so far to be a King, but the time was never right.....

I lost my way on a stormy past, got wrecked in starless night....

But let my heart be wrecked by hurricanes and my ship by stormy weather....

I know I am a Hero...and a Hero is....FOREVER!

In another time, another place, I could have been a King....

But in my castle's ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing.....

I burned up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever....

But I am still a Hero....and a Hero is.......FOREVER!

Up with your sword and strike at the gale......

Ride the rough seas for those waves are your home......

Winters may freeze but our hearts do not fail.....


You are never alone if the sea is your friend......

Riding the waves of impossible quests.....

If it doesn't end well, then it isn't the end.....

A Hero.....Fights.....FORVER!

The hero cares not for a wild winter's storm.....

For it carries him swift on the back of the wave.....

All may be lost and our hearts may be worn.....


Grimbeard the Ghastly's Last Song. How To Train Your Dragon: Book 11 and 12. Cressida Cowell.


"That's how we're going to win. Not by fighting what we hate, but by saving what we love."

Rose. Star Wars: The Last Jedi.


      That's about it. I give full credit for.....well, everything, to GOD. Have a good day. And, in the words of a Vulcan, "Live long and prosper."


Bye for now!






























Wait, you're still here?

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Lack Lunason
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 09/24/2017
TUFF! Where is that goof?

    Very nice work so far. I'm looking forward to what's ahead.

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Joined: 06/03/2017
Tracking :)

Tracking :)


 Siggy (Always) Under Construction

^ By the AMAZING TosiLohi! (I know right? Awesome! -squeel- )

CloudStream welcomes you to my siggy!

She protects the art here, so dont try and take anything! :) 



Thanks SOO much to Rebell for making my Profile Picture dragon edit!!!


Hello! I am jenniemkitty! I'm always open to chat, but may not get back to you super quickly. I am a bit of a goofball you have been warned. =-)

(warning:this siggy is long. Prepare yourselves.)

(another warning: bit of an art hoarder E)



My Q&A 

(click the words)



A little about me:


I am crazy about...

Everything Httyd of Course! - Httyd, Httyd 2, Rtte, SoD, and looking forawrd to HTTYD3! (I also play Rise of Berk) I would like to add that the Fanfiction 'A Matter of Perspective' by Squiid is really good you should read it :) (It's about Viggo's backstroy)

Harry Potter (i am completly nuts about this and have always been, and if you are too, I always love to talk to other Potterheads! =-) More about Harry potter stuff down lower, about half of the way down & at the bottom in the funny's)

Rangers Apprentice (not many people have heard about this book seiries, but it is Awesome! )



Pet Peves:

Judging other people


insulting (on purpose, sometimes people do it on accident, but as long as they apoligize they should be forgiven.)


I may get mad if you do these. 



I'm a Mormon!

- questions and chatting are welcome

- Antagonizing me is not

- one important thing you should know is that there are many untrue rumors about Mormons on the internet.



Im a part of...


Sunwing Voagers!

Thunderclan warriors!


My Viking OC


Name: Geveda

Apearence: scroll down a little and you'll see the artwork!

 Personality in a nutshell:

- friendly

- compasionate

-loyal, but it takes time for her to become loyal to others/trust others

- weird,but in a good way

- (sometimes strange) sense of humor

- avoids harm to others when possible

-  can be somewhat socially akward

- tends to talk to much 

Long version:

Personality: freindly, but socialy akward, loyal, compasionet, weird but in a good way, its part of her charm, with a sense of humor that sometimes leaves her standing akwardly when no one gets it. She is a very loyal person, and will not switch to the opsoing team, give away information, or help them if she is on the side she knows is good. However, while she is very loyal, it takes some time to for her to trust someone, and until then is figuring out if they are a good person to trust. There are reasons, however, that will get  her to break the rules, for example, going off to free trapped and caged dragons from dragon hunters despite being told not too (thats how she met CloudStream). She hates any kind of serious harm to people, which is why her arrows (more about them later on in siggy) only freeze the targets, not hurt. She also will try to get people to aviod injuring others when possible.

^ This awesome drawing was done by Fireflash! Thank you sooo much!



^ By Alina Wildfire! Thank youuuuuu!



^ by Katarile! Thank you! Your art is awesome! =)

Main Weapon

A large bow with flightmare frost balls tipped on the end of her arrows. The balls are flightmare frost coated in some hard substance (differs depending on the purpose). When they hit something, they burst open and freeze whatever it is touching 



Dragon Art!!!



My Woolly Howl (and my favorite, don't tell the others!)



















                                                                                                                                                                            ^ Thanks so much to Arrowalker for this amazing dragon! ^^


 ^ This drawing is made by Alexadragonfire! Thank you!!! (skillz!)

Thanks SOOOO much to Rebell for making this! (also my profile pic)

An incredbile animation of CloudStream by TosiLohi! (-squeels- E-)


About CloudStream: She is protective, loyal, and compasionate. She thinks of others before herself. She never shoots to kill, only injure if needed to protect. Cloudstream rescued her rider, Geveda, when she was attemting to free dragons out of cages in a dragon hunter camp. She was rather closed up at first, but warmed up to Geveda after Geveda proved to her she was trustwothy, and they formed a close bond. She loves speed and feeling the wind in her face, and often does stunts with her rider (however she pushes the limits of how daring they are, as Geveda is more catious than CloudStream)She, liker her rider, is very loyal. Her main and first loyalty lies with Geveda. It takes time and good actions for her to trust others. She is very determind and has a strong willpower.

Weaknesses: Sometimes she doesnt listen and does something anyway if she is determind to do it, which gets them in trouble sometimes. She does not give up easily, which can be bad if there is a need to stop.



The tripple strike

 ^ This adorable and amazing dragon was made by LissaFish! Thanks!



The Night Fury

  ^ By DukinaDragon, thank you!! (congrats on ur first edit! =-)




The Fireworm Queen


 ^ Thanks so much BoomBox74! I love it!!! Amazing!  =-)




the Tripple Strike












^ This was drawn by Mystery-Venomnshift - thanks!!



















Thanks BoomBox74! She's adorable!




Dragon Screenshots

I decided to put in on a google docs instead. It was taking up to much space: 




(I am a huge potter-head)


I am proud to be  Hufflepuff!

To Understand Hufflepuffs more, read this:


My wand: 

Larch wood with a unicorn hair core, 13 ¾" and slightly yielding flexibility

My patronus: Dolphin

My Ilvermonery house: Thunderbird






moved to a google docs:

ENJOY! =-)





CRAZINESS!! E) (you must have been boooored E)

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Next installment...

I shoved through a particularly stubborn patch of shrubbery. At least there were no stickers up here. Just a little bit further...

A voice. Singing.

I froze, listening intently. It didn't sound human, exactly, but what else could it be? Nothing I knew of had a voice like that, husky yet smooth and strong.

There were no words, and the melody was simple, but it was gorgous, rising and falling and swelling until I felt my heart would burst. It told of a secret wildness, an ache so familiar, a longing for home.

But who—or what—was singing?

I crept cautiously in the direction of the voice, barely breathing, drinking in the beautiful notes. The voice grew louder and louder, until I emerged through the trees and saw—

A dragon.

All black, with huge, batlike wings and a round snout, it threw it's scaly head to the sky and sang, eyes closed, wings thrown wide open.

Part of me was still enthralled by the song, but the rest of me just froze. Stopped moving. Stopped thinking, except for one line, over and over. THAT'S A DRAGON THAT'S A DRAGON IT'SADRAGONIT'SADRAGONITS'A—

The dragon howled one last, shivery note. It stayed poised on its hind legs, eyes closed, long ears twitching. Then, it slowly lowered to all fours, purring softly. It moved with the power of a predator and the grace of a cat, confident and strong. It was beautiful.

"Whoa," I breathed, then clapped my hand to my mouth in horror.

The dragon turned slowly, opening its emerald-green eyes. Busted.

My breath came in short bursts. I closed my eyes and cringed silently. I just hoped the dragon would make my death as quick and painless as possible.

But nothing happened.

I risked opening my eyes a crack. The dragon was still there, staring at me intently with its piercing green eyes, pupils snapping from ovals to slits and back again. It seemed to be waiting for...something. When I still didn’t move, it gave what could only be a shrug, turned away, and spread its wings. It was leaving!

I was relieved, but strangely saddened. I didn’t want it to go just yet. I’d read about people training and riding dragons. Maybe I could, too.

The dragon leaped into the air, traveling at least fifteen feet before it even flapped its wings. The backwash from the stroke knocked me to my knees, flinging debris in my eyes.

”Ack” I yelped. But the dragon didn’t hear. It was already too high to hear me. I was safe.

I stared until it had vanished into the pearly clouds above.

All was still.

then I remembered what I was there for. I sighed and stared at the toiletry bag. “Better hurry up,” I muttered to myself. “Lisa’s probably going to kill me for taking so long.”

I shrugged and scrambled to my feet, ready to go take care of business. But something glinted at my feet, catching my eye.

It was an inky black scale.

I picked it up, breathless. A reminder. I would never forget what had happened here.

I turned back towards the camp, a smile lurking at the corners of my mouth.

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Here we go again...

I shoved my way through the foliage to see Lisa's scowl greeting me.

"What took you so long?" she exclaimed. "I thought you'd fallen off a cliff!"

I rolled my eyes. We both knew I was almost as nimble as a mountain goat. There was no way I could just FALL OFF A CLIFF. Worrywart.

Then again, I had been convinced I was going to just a few minutes ago, so I guess she was justified in her fears.

"What's that?" Lisa asked. It took me a second to realize that she was pointing at my hand.

I hesitated. Did I really want to tell her? But Lisa and I had been friends since birth. We had no secrets from each other. If I was going to tell anyone, it was Lisa.

"Okay," I said haltingly. "But..don't laugh, okay? I’m not going crazy, I promise." And I told her the whole story.

Lisa's eyebrows crept higher and higher. I could tell she was skeptical, but she didn't interrupt. She kept glancing at the scale in my hand, as if to remind herself I had proof.

When I finished, she cleared her throat and asked, "Have you ever seen How to Train Your Dragon?"

Her question was met by a blank stare.

"With Vikings? And Dragons? and—oh, for goodness sake!" she said, exasperated. "Do you ever watch movies?"

"Sometimes," I shrugged. "Why?"

"Becaause if I didn't know better, I'd say you saw a Night Fury. It's a dragon in the movie," she said by way of explanation—which didn’t really help. "But..they're made up. In a movie. Right?"

I wished I could be sure. And, judging by the look on Lisa’s face, so did she. But at least she believed me.

”You gonna tell your parents?” she asked quietly.

I considered it, then shook my head slowly. “No. You?”


We stood there for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts. Then Lisa gave her head a hard shake and forced a smile. “Well. Are we going to make dinner? I do NOT want to go to bed with an angry stomach.”

I gave her a small smile back. “Don’t you mean a hungry stomach?”

”Hangry, then. Point is, I want to eat.”

”Same. I’ll get out the trail mix.”

”Trail mix is NOT food,” Lisa mock glared at me as she pulled out a can of bean soup from her pack. “I don’t know how you stand the stuff.”

”Hey, I never said I liked the nuts either. I only eat it for the M&Ms.” I patted the last stone as I set it into place around our makeshift fire pit. We were a little too good at creating fires in unapproved places, but hey, you’ve never truly lived until you’ve cooked bacon in the middle of the woods during bear season. The fear adds a little extra spice.

Lisa pulled out the lighter.

”No way, Lisa.”

”Aw, come on,” she argued. “It’s faster this way.  Welcome to the twenty-first century. We have technology now!”

”Still not as awesome as the good old-fashioned flint and steel,” I countered, pulling them out of my pocket. “It’s a lot more satisfying too.”

”But will it get dinner done faster? I’m in serious danger of starving here!” But she put away the lighter, a traitorous smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. She knew how pointless it was to argue about old-fashioned versus technology. After all, she’s been trying to convince me for YEARS.


This is where I’m going to take a break from watching the bean soup bubble and tell you a little more about myself. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. ‘It’s not professional to take a break from the story when it’s just getting good!” Don’t worry, that bean soup will still be there when we get back to it. This is important, I promise.

But is it more important than bean soup?


See, I’ve always been...what’s the word? Not strange, exactly, not weird or demented, just...different. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like everyone has a different map of life, telling them where to go, and they’re all heading in the same general direction. But not me. 

Everyone else I’ve ever met has plans for their life—big plans. They want to be singers or politicians or actors—people who are noticed and praised and adored. They want to be POWERFUL.

Not me.

All I’ve ever wanted is the wind in my hair and the grass beneath my feet. All I’ve ever wanted is the forest to roam through and the creek to splash in. All I’ve ever wanted is the freedom of nature, the glory of that inner wildness that so few seem to cherish.

Yeah, that’s the word—wild.

Not wild as in uncontrollable or wild as in that rowdy, obnoxious kid who bullies everyone and laughs when people get mad. Wild like a wolf howling. Wild like a starry sky. Wild like the forest and the mountains. Wild like adventures and storms and secrets.

Wild like me.

Those obnoxious kids might see the error of their ways and change. Most uncontrollable things can be controlled. Tamed, even.

But not this kind of wildness. It’s strong, a force or will all on it’s own. It’s like the sea or the sky, stormy one moment and clear the next, defying all attempts to predict or control it. Beautiful and yes, even dangerous, but only if ignored. Only if you don’t understand. There’s always a reason, always a logic behind THIS kind of wildness.

But only if you know how to look.

That’s why I’m different, why other kids give me odd looks sometimes when I slip, when I show too much of my wildness. They may suspect, even understand to a degree of what I want—of what I am. But they don’t, not really. And sometimes, it scares them. Scares me too, as a matter of fact. But it is worth all of it, because I see the world in a way not many ever do, or even ever will. And that has changed me. Changed who I might have been.

And I will never be grateful enough for the gifts it has given me.

Anyway, back to the bean soup. I bet you’ve been waiting for that, haven’t you?


“Finally!” Lisa lifted a steaming hot spoonful of beans to her trembling lips. “You have no idea how HUNGRY I am!”

I actually felt kind of bad watching her wolf down her food. I hadn’t noticed how hungry she’d actually been.

”If you were that hungry, I had snacks,” I teased, trying to mask my concern and shame in humor.

Some of it must have slipped through, though, because she looked up and said hastily, “I know! Don’t worry, I know. I just wanted to wait for dinner, that’s all.”

Of course I didn’t fool her. “Yeah, well, I should have noticed,” I muttered, abandoning my plan for hiding my feelings. Like I’ve said, Lisa is smarter than me most times. But still, I had been a bad friend for not noticing.

”You are NOT a bad friend, Ali.”

I shivered. “Don’t DO that!”

”Do what?” Lisa ducked her head, hiding a smirk.

”Read my mind!”

”Please. People can’t read minds. I just know you well.”

I shook my head. “TOO well,” I muttered darkly.

Lisa just gave in to the giggles. “I love how worked up you get!”

”Yeah, well, it’s creepy! Especially when you realize not everything is as impossible as we thought.”

Lisa stopped laughing. 

We shuddered in sync. I knew we were both thinking of that dragon.

I don’t know what Lisa was thinking, but, to be honest, I was more curious than frightened. My heart was pounding the way it did whenever I snuck off into the woods, whenever I read my fantasy books about magic and possibilities. Why were there dragons lurking in the woods?

No, that wasn’t the right question.

The question was ‘how?’

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Take three...

I looked up at the first star, twinkling in he milky dusk. It couldn't hurt to wish, just a little bit. Let me find the dragons, I pleaded.

Lisa gave a jaw-cracking yawn. "Ready for bed?" she asked sleepily.

I laughed softly. "Go ahead. I'll clean up."

She protested for about two seconds before ducking into her sleeping bag. I was tired too, but I loved nightfall. I loved watching the moon shine and the stars twinkle. The way the light seemed brighter in the dark was amazing. Perfect.

I finished rinsing the pan and looked up at the sky. I shivered. The wind was icy cold up here, even in the summer. I sighed. Maybe we shouldn't have put out the fire so soon, but we WERE camping in an unapproved spot. we didn't want anyone to notice.

Lisa's rumbling snore interupted my thoughts. I chuckled. "Sweet dreams, Lisa."

She didn't respond. Good.

I let out a long breath, letting my smile vanish. I hadn't wanted to let Lisa see how worried I was. I had seen a dragon. A mythical creature, portrayed as evil and notorious for destruction. But my dragon didn't seem particularly destructive. Just...sad. Confused. Lost.


My dragon.

I blinked. I already felt so protective of it. A pocket of wildness, a small bit of me, seemed to have been reflected in it's eyes. I wanted it. I needed it. Something about that dragon had caught hold of me, had wormed its way into my mind.

No. Not the dragon.

It's song.

It had been pure, free of the darkness or violence too often portrayed in the music I heard, at home or at school. It had been hopeful. Peaceful. I wanted it to go on forever.

"Let's see, how did it go?" I muttered. I cleared my throat self-consciously. I didn't have a very good voice, and I hated singing in front of others. Even alone, I still felt ashamed.

But I sang.

The song felt...different, somehow. It didn't feel awkward or wrong. It slid from my throat and poured into the night air, silver notes swelling to gold on the breeze.

If listening to the song had been amazing, singing it...I don't know how to describe it. It was joy and peace and determination swelling until it pushed its way from my chest and out into the world, demanding to be seen, no longer hiding in the darkness.

And that song changed me.

A prickling along my spine turned into a faint buzz that shook my whole body. The buzz turned into blinding pain.

I stopped singing and collapsed inward, gasping, choking, trying to survive the wrenching agony that was stretching my body.


I'm not going to go into detail of what my transformation was like. It's...special to me, and I don't really feel like sharing everything. Besides, you don't really need to know. It suffices to say that it hurt. ALOT.


The pain stopped. I lay, panting, still shivering with the echoing throbs. I just wanted to lay on my side forever, not thinking, barely breathing, until I felt ready to face the world again.

Something shifted on my back.

I shuddered. A new awareness was creeping up my spine, blooming and stretching until I thought I could feel...wings?

I staggered to my feet, crying out as I stepped on my foot.

But wait.

My feet were right there. I could see them. So what had I stepped on?

The awareness raced down my back, into a long, skinny shape that coiled and flared and lashed. A tail. I had A TAIL.

I went completely still, closing my eyes and trying not to panic. Let's see. I felt like I had wings and a tail, but that didn't mean I actually DID...

I opened my eyes and focused on the new limbs I felt, determined to prove myself wrong. But...

I pulled my wings around me, nearly smothering my face. They were huge and inkiy black, remeniscent of a bat. I flicked my tail around my legs, and there was a tail, black with an acid green barb.

So I was right. I was a freak. A freak with wings and a tail.

I'm kind of embarrassed to write this next part, but...I screamed. Very, very loudly. (I'd like to see what YOU would do if something like that happened).

Lisa flailed to an upright position. "Whossat? I have a..." she trailed off and stared at me. "A-A-A-Ali?" Her voice was shaky and afraid.

I took a step back, expecting to feel...I don't know. Scared. Ashamed. Like a monster.

But I didn't.

Well sure, I was a little different now. But everything felt so...natural. Like it had been a part of me all along, and I had only just now noticed. I was still me. All that had changed was the way I looked, and that had only changed to fit my personality. I felt like I finally looked the way I had always felt inside. 

Even so, the terrified look on Lisa's face quickly made me want to run and hide.

"Ali?" Lisa asked cautiously, voice growing surer. "What...what happened? How--why--" She raked her hands through her hair, combing out the golden strands the way she always did when she was worried.

It took a few tries, but I got the words out. "I don't know."

Just three words, and I broke down completely.

Lisa seemed stunned, but she reached out a trembling hand to comfort me. "Hey, hey, shhhh," she whispered. Her hand hovered over my shoulder as I sobbed, like she was afraid to touch me, but equally afraid to pull away. 

I didn't blame her. I was a freak now. A monster.

"You're not a freak, Ali."

I hiccuped and gave her a weak smile. "There you go, reading my mind again," I rasped.

Lisa gave me a wavering smile. "Tell me everything. Starting from when I fell asleep."

I worked my way through the night, pausing only when I got to the part where the pain had come in.

"Yes?" Lisa said expectantly.

I swallowed hard. "It hurt. A lot. And then...I felt my wings. And my tail. And..." I hesitated, but said it anyway. "And it felt right." I lifted my puffy eyes to hers. "That's it."

Lisa frowned, but didn't press. She knew I wasn't telling everything, but I wasn't about to tell her what transforming felt like, for the same reasons I didn't tell you. "Well," she said at last, "The first thing we need to do is get you a mirror." She rolled over and began rifling through her pack.

I winced. The sounds seemed to bounce around my skull, making me want to scream-whisper, keep it down! Someone will hear us! But then her words registered, and I snorted, almost involuntarily. "A mirror?" A mirror seemed more loathesome to me now than a thousand spider and cockroaches (and I REALLY hate spiders and cockroaches). But Lisa seemed unperturbed. 

"You need to see yourself. didn't just grow wings and a tail." Her voice caught on the last word and she shook her head quickly. "Here."

She handed me the small compact that she always took on our campouts. I fumbled with it and opened it clumsily. My finger did not seem to want to stop shaking. I held it up to the glaring moonlight and sucked in a sharp breath.

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My heart was pounding with exhiliration the whole time! Wheeeeeee!

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That was so awesome! DO MORE! Also you definitely are good at word flow. I wish I could write as well as you.

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Oh, hi again!

Awww, thanks!

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Holy cow this is good. -sits

Holy cow this is good. -sits on edge of seat-

I love all the imagry and the wildness description!


This is amazing

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     Man, what a plot twist. Your writting ability is good. The descriptions you use is simplistic and not long winded, but gets the point across with a force. That song, even though we don't hear a note, sounds amazing and peaceful. I am so looking forward to where this story goes.


   Keep writting with such vision and power.


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   Hey, are you done with the

   Hey, are you done with the story, or is there more. I'm exciteded to see what's next.

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Sorry! *cringes*

I had a seven day social media fast, and then I had this week-long camp. So I will write more this Friday!

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      As excuses for not

      As excuses for not writing fan-fiction go, this is a pretty good one. 


    I will patiently wait to see what happens next.

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     Yay! You're back!  And

     Yay! You're back!  And about to fly, too!

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I was pressed for time...

Lisa hadn't been kidding.

I had the same (ears? Horns?) that the dragon earlier had had. And my eyes...

"they'" And indeed they were. A clear, leaf green that was so much more lively than my old brown eyes. But the pupils...they were...wavering. Snapping from slit to oval just like that dragon. And every time, my vision shifted slightly, but how exactly, I couldnt tell.

What had Lisa called the dragon? A Night Fury? Whatever it was, it had given me much more than a song.

"You're part dragon now," Lisa said quietly. "You're a Draconian."


"A draconian. Part human, part dragon. Come on, you read more fantasy than I do!"

I mustered a tired smile. "Well, not everyone expects to turn into a magical creature."

Lisa flinched. "You don't think that's what happened, do you? It's not magic...right."

I shook my head vehemently. "NO. It was NOT magic. It was..." I trailed off.

"Does this conviction have something to do with this mysterious transformation that you refuse to go into detail about?"

My silence said it all. Lisa sighed.

I stared at the edge of the cliff as we drifted into awkward silence. A new pulsing, a pounding in my blood was beginning to stir, reminiscent of thunder and wind and the power of the sky. I had always felt a brush of longing whenever I looked at the world of clouds above, but that was barely a shadow of the ache I felt now. It was as if I had known that I was not ready for the joy of the sky, but now...I was free.

The thought sped my heart up until it was racing with anticipation, and my blood was coursing hot and cold. My wings prickled and twitched.

"Ali? What are you doing?"

I realized I was somehow already on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the void.


It was the only way, I told myself. Animals did it all the time, and now I could understand why. Despite the risk, despite the fear, I couldn't live with myself if I went without knowing.


I laughed and sprang, diving lightly off the cliff into the swirling air below.

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Once you've tasted the skies...

Just a warning, I won't be able to post for a few weeks this summer (band camp and such) but I will back as soon as I can! Be patient. I want this fanfiction done as much as you do!


The icy wind yanked at my lungs, stealing the air from my gasping lips. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think over the roar of the wind, couldn't see through the tears blinding my eyes. All I knew was that the ground was approaching quickly, and I was powerless to stop it.

But if you can't stop the fall, you can learn to fly.

I thrust my wings out, snapping them open with a strength I didn't know I had. The air swirled beneath them, filling them, supporting them, slowing me until I heaved and with a sudden swoosh, I was speeding up, up, up, back up the mountainside, the icy air now thrusting me higher and higher until with a triumphant cry, I burst over the cliff edge, past a gaping Lisa, and spiraled into the sky, screaming my delight like a bird of prey.

Oh, this was perfect, this was fierce, this was joy! I was free, free to dive and to spin and to laugh, free to explore a world of wonder and moonlight and magic.


I don't really know how to describe the feeling of flight. It's so beautiful, so perfect that you can't really know until you have felt your wings pump and the air, so strong it's a tangible force, coursing beneath you--for the sky is not empty, still air, but currents and wind roaring and twisting through each other, thundering around you.     

Have you ever swum in a river and felt your clothes billow in the current? You can sense them, feel them in some strange way, the feeling-that's-not-a-feeling, the sense-that's-not-a-sense. When you stretch the fabric tight, the feeling intensifies. The water fills the fabric until it is firm and supple and strong. This is what it is to have wings.

Now imagine that you're scaling a sheer cliff. You look down, down, down at the thousands of feet of nothing, and your mouth goes dry. Your palms are sweaty and tingling, your heart is racing with terror. You know how easily your hands could slip, how easily they could let you fall.

But high in the sky, skimming the clouds with the sun on your back, seeing the world spread below like glittering jewels; where the winds support you and carry you higher and higher, filling your wings like a sail at sea, the fear isn't fear at all; it's exhilaration. Your wings can't slip and you can't fall.

       You're free.

       This is what it is to fly.


And I flew.

I flew up into the glistening clouds, over their silvery mists. I soared up until all I could see were the stars, and beyond that, the inky horizon, stretching on forever. I wanted to follow it to its end.

For the first time, I looked down.

The mountains were a vast swath of inky dark green, stretching on like a backbone towards the south. The yellow, fluctuating lights of the city twinkled and glittered, just as I knew they would. The dusty brown desert was now dark and still, racing up to meet the stars, far away. All was still, bathed in moonlight. Wisps of clouds drifted below me, obscuring my vision, then blowing away. I wanted join them so badly, I wanted to soar to their peaks, chasing the wind to the end of the sky.

I almost did. I was safe, I was free. But my heart wouldn't let me.

Mom. Dad. Daniel. Emily. Gideon. With each name, it was like a rope was looping around me, rooting me firmly to the earth.

Xander. Brandon. Sarah. Hailey. I was not really free. As long as my family was here, as long as the people I loved were still here, I couldn't leave. I was not old enough to leave home without worrying my parents. I was not yet free to go.

Lisa. My eyes probed the mountains. I couldn’t see where the campsite was, but I knew Lisa was standing at the edge of the cliff, staring at the sky.

Waiting for me to come back.

How would she feel, if I flew off and left her, with no warning and no goodbyes? What would she tell my parents if she had to go back down the mountain without me? I couldn't do that--not to her, not to Mom or Dad or any of my siblings. I had to stay--for now, at least.

I wanted to cry, but I could feel the shaking in my wings, the fire in my abdomen. I couldn't keep flying, anyway. I was still not ready for the sky.

The thought brought tears to my eyes, but I angrily blinked them back. I had been given the skies around me, which was more than I could have ever hoped for. It wasn't like I could never fly again. I would be back, and soon.

Quietly, I folded my wings and dove, tilting my wings slightly open to slow my descent. Once again, the arctic chill tore at my eyes and my hair, and I could barely breathe.

I clircled around the cliffs nearby until I spotted Lisa, waving frantically. Wearily, I flapped over. The wind was much weaker down here, and it was a struggle to stay aloft. Each beat of my wings felt like I was holding up a lead weight with nothing but my shoulders and abs.

Finally, finally, I was close enough to fold my wings and drop to the ground. I miscalculated, however, and fell five feet before collapsing to the ground, scuffing my hands and elbows.


I caught my breath enough to speak. "Lisa, I flew. All the way to the clouds."

Lisa's anger evaporated. "What was it like?" she asked softly.

I smiled, not one of my usual grins, but a wistful, remembering look. I tilted my head back, remembering the rush of the air coursing through my hair and clothes and ears, the power and wonder from being up so high, where nothing could hurt you or bring you down.

I finally spoke. "Like magic."

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You are never the same again...

Lisa was quiet and still. "I wish I could've felt it."
"Me too." I wanted to show everyone what it felt like—the power, the awe, the joy. But I was alone.

No. there were dragons. And I would find them. Maybe they could teach me. Because I was no longer human—if I ever was to begin with.

I was a Draconian.

I couldn’t go back. What would my parents say? My siblings can’t keep secrets to save their lives—what if they told someone?

No. I shoved that away. I had to go back for now. If someone realized I was gone, then the law would come down censored my parents. Foster care would take my siblings and leave my parents to live alone. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair. I needed to figure out how to stay home without anyone noticing my giant wings or long tail or flickering ears or my sudden change in eye color.

Hmm. This was going to be harder than I thought.

“Ali?” Lisa waved a hand in front of my face. “Care to tell me what you’re thinking?”

I blinked, too bone-weary to muster a smile. “Why don’t you guess? You’re pretty good at that?”

Lisa balked a little at my casual tone. “I—I think that you’re trying to figure out how to hide your dragon...things.”

I nodded.

”Well, you might be able to, but not without help,” she said firmly.

I looked up. I knew who she was talking about—and it wasn’t her. “Lisa—“

”You need to tell your parents!” Lisa leaned in, eyes bright. “Look, I know you’re scared. But you need to tell them. They can help you hide your wings—they’ll know what to do!”

I shook my head vehemently. “No way! Lisa, if they find out—“

”They won’t hate y—“

I cut her off with a slash of my hand. “No, it’s not that! I don’t care about that!” I did, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. “Lisa, what if others find out and come looking? You know it’ll happen eventually.”

Lisa hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “True, but—“

I barreled on. “And if they traced me back to my family, the less they know, the better. They’ll be innocent if they don’t know, and guilty if they do.” I shuddered. “I can’t risk their safety like that, I just can’t!”

Lisa fell quiet. “Well, you don’t seem to have any reservations about me knowing,” she said, hurt.

I snorted and gave her the look I reserved for the dumbest of questions. “I didn’t have a chance to hide it,” I reminded her. “Otherwise, I would!”

Lisa frowned. “You would lie to me?”

I threw up my hands. “Lisa! You get all hurt when I say I don’t want to get anyone involved, and then you act offended when I say I would. Make up your mind, for Pete’s sake!”

Lisa stared at me in shock. I hadn’t lost it like that at her in a loooong time. Then, her shoulders started to shake.

for a second, I was afraid I had gone too far.

But she wasn’t crying—she was LAUGHING.

”Alright, alright!” She shook her head. She sobered quickly. “But you really do need to tell them, Ali.”

I winced. “I know,” I mumbled.

What had I gotten myself into?


Short and sweet. Sorry, I'll be back with more as soon as I can! (probably when school starts in a few weeks!)

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I know it's been a LONG time, and I am SO SORRY. I have been SO BUSY.

Alright. Here goes.


The door slammed. I winced. Oops.

"Ali! You're home!" My younger siblings rushed to meet me. 

Terror siezed me.

This morning, Lisa and I had treked down the mountain, hiding my wings with a blanket and my backpack, and sticking my tail in a set of really ​baggy pants. We couldn't exactly change my eyes back (I wasn't complaining--green is a WAY better color than brown) but they were a little...odd.

"Creepy," Lisa frowned. "I don't know why or how, but the pupils are constantly quivering and changing shape. ​No one ​has eyes like that."

So we had used sunglasses.

I breathed a sigh of relief for her forsight as my siblings tackled me. Hailey wrapped her arms around my waist, while Sarah asked, "Where did you go?"

"Camping, you knew this," I brushed them off. "Mom? Dad?"

"In the kitchen, honey," Mom called.

I wandered into the kitchen and found them laughing at the kitchen table.

My heart was on hummingbird mode, and my bloood was coursing hot and cold. "C-can I talk to you? A-Alone?"

Something about my tone or my face must have registered with them, because they cut off mid-giggle. 

"Is everything okay?" Dad asked.

I wanted to scream ​no nothing is right i am a total freakazoid! ​But I kept quiet as I followed them into their room.

I shut the door and locked it firmly. Then I turned on the white noise they had to help Mom sleep.

Both my parents watched, getting more and more concerned with every nervous movement I made. 

I faced them, twisting my shirt nervously, my heart in my throat. "Please," I whispered. "Whatever happens, ​don't scream."

​"​What--OH!" They gasped in horror.

I dropped my sunglasses and shrugged off my backpack, dumping it and the blanket and spreading my wings. My tail struggled in my pants, so I gently tugged it free. I stretched. It felt so good ​to flex these muscles, to revel in the sleek grace of a powerful predator.

My parents clutched at each other, mouths agape, eyes wide, eyebrows high.

My confidence crumbled under their horrified gazes. "So, something happened up at the campsite," I mumbled.

"How--why?" dad asked. Mom sat heavily on the bed, struggling to breathe.

The story poured out, save for the transformation and the flight. I wasn't sure how they'd react to me telling them I had jumped off a cliff, and flew higher than the clouds. I glossed over it and told them I got off the ground a few feet--hey, few means more than three, right?

When I had finished, they were both very still.

"You know, I won't be able to hide this forever," I whispered. "People are going to find out someday, and they might trace me back here, so...

"What do you want to do with me?"