The Dragoness Backstory: Fanfiction

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The dragons are out there, you know.

Watching. Waiting.

This is what happens when you find them.


The Dragoness perched in a tree


(5 chapters to go to completion)



Author is prone to excessive fangirling and fits of giddiness. You have been warned.




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here we go ^^ 

here we go ^^


The dragons are out there, you know.

Watching. Waiting.

They're such a huge part of my life now, I can't imagine being without them. In fact, I barely remember the first time I saw a dragon. It feels like they’ve always been there.

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 as it goes...hopefully.



"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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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.)


    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 more things about me:

  1. I am a procrastinator.
  2. I'm pretty nice (mostly).
  3. I am most definitely 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 clan 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.  (Don't you dare ask me how fishing is going!  We don't speak of that!)


      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!)

[because no one else will]


(Sorta) Current Trophy Count:



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




BAT-MAN THE VAST (Also known as Bat-Stoick)

(By The Dragoness)


Fan-Fiction And Short Stories:


Shrieks From The Shadows Series:


Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5


The Terrifier

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5


What Lurks in Ebony Swamp

Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4   Chapter 5


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.....FOREVER!

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 about it. I give full credit for...well, everything, to GOD. Have a good day.


Bye for now!































Wait, you're still here?

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Lack Lunason
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TUFF! Where is that goof?

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

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Tracking :)

Tracking :)


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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.




(this is the song )

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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!


Welcome all to my siggy!

*cough* ack, ahem, sorry. Not a loud person. Let me try again.

Welcom to my Siggy!

There, better? Arivel? 

One thing you definitely need to know about me is:


I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (formally known as mormons)!!!

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 I am a Warrior fighting the evil in this world.


My viking is Oneira Arrowspirit. 

Her main dragon is Grimbeast, a rumblehorn. 

I don't play very often unfortunately.



I love books! Good books. Especially books by Brandon Mull and books by Cressida Cowell! 


Yes, I wholly agree with this. Read as much as you can!!! With, you know, not isolating yourself from everything.


And yes; I love dragons!


Does anyone else think that Toothless' head was a rock when they first watched this?

I draw as well but they're not very good in quality...


This is a Star Wars and Legend of Korra cross over with BB-8 and Pabu meeting each other in the forest. It totally sounds like an awesome cross over fanfiction idea but I wouldn't write it. This took me a while but I'm sorry I'm not talented at drawing. 



Card Fact





Quick person change



I am Nalda. Yes, the one that The Dragoness was talking about and I come from an old land. My sister is a cloud, my cousins are one, a fire king named Darran and a water queen named Kristal. 

Also, I kind of zone out when Edward gets technical. Sorry, Ed. 

I am a tree person. And I mean I literally am a tree turned into a person. 

Ok, change back.



I am also an aspiring author. I have written three novels so far! 


Whoa, wait. Three?




Nah, they're not that great but I'm glad that I can at least say that I have finished creating three novels. 


Writing gives me life. I'm usually not a crazy person but if you catch me in a spark of strangeness it's probably right after I had a burst of writing frenzy-ness. Maybe I'll write some fanfictions to post. 


Also, I love to sing. My brothers hate it when I just belt out in solo soprano in the middle of doing anything. I don't know if I sound any good but I do it anyway. 

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I am not normal. I listen to classical music a lot not the usualy teenage garbage. Sorry, but it usually is, I mean there are few great songs out there but a lot of it is just ugh.

Instrumental? yay! 













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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. Edward. 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 Gideon 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?"

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Finally! I had time to write some more!


Finally! I have time to wriiiiite!!!


”Do with you?” Mom asked, puzzled. “What do you mean, ‘do with you?’”

I looked away. “Y’know, send me away, fake my death, pull me out of school and never let me out again, that sort of thing.”

Warm arms wrapped around me. I buried my face in Dad’s shoulder, not even caring when a few tears escaped.

”Honey, I think that faking your death is a bit drastic,” he said firmly. “Pulling you out of school will probably draw unwanted attention, and we would never send you away.”

”but how will I ever hide...this?” I gestured to my eyes and flicked my tail. “These wings aren’t exactly tiny, you know. I barely fit them beneath my backpack. And,” I added, “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit into any of my clothes unless I cut holes in all of them.”

”we can work it out,” mom said. “Get baggy jeans, extra-large sweatshirts, and contacts. It’ll take a week or two, but we should have everything ready.”

”what about my ears?”


Oh, I’d forgotten. I took off my cap and let the long scaly appendages rise slightly.

Mom blinked, as if nothing could surprise her anymore. After this, I seriously doubted anything would. “Those big cloth headbands that Hailey likes to wear.

My heartbeat was slowly returning to something close to normal. Maybe I could hide this.

”Oh,” I said. I remembered what I’d forgotten. Dread swamped me. I pulled away from Dad and started to pace. “I still share a room with Emily,” I pointed out anxiously. “She’s probably the worst secret-keeper in the history of the world. How will I keep this from her?” My voice rose to fever pitch. “If she sees a single scale—you know how nosy she—“ I broke off with a gulping breath. I could not afford to lose it like this. Keep. It. Together.

Mom and Dad exchanged glances. “We could put you in your own room...”

”There’s not enough room in this house,” I said. “And no one respects personal space in this family. We barge right into the room with no warning whatsoever.” Which was sometimes funny, but all too dangerous now.

”Well, there’s that big barn-turned-strange-shed thingy we have on the property,” Dad said slowly. “We could renovate it for her to use...”

”absolutely not!” Mom flared. “I am not kicking my child out of my house because of a minor incident!”

”A minor incident that left her a half-human mutant!” He countered. Then he seemed to realize what he had said. “Sorry, Ali.”

I waved it off. It hurt, but he was right.

”you can’t seriously want this,” mom turned to me.

”What? Oh,” I realized. “The shed. Actually, I think that would be great. It locks, and is far enough away to discourage unwanted visitors...”

”Is that all we are?” Mom asked, hurt. “Unwanted visitors?”

”no! Of course not! I just...” i debated telling them about my flight and the decision to stay, but I decided against it.

”okay,” Dad said, smoothing over the awkward silence. “I’ll start working on it first thing tomorrow.” He gave me a brief hug and stepped back. He seemed to have aged ten years in the past few minutes. “ careful, Ali. We don’t know what’s going on or why. It’s best to tread lightly for awhile.”

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      Yeah! More story!

      Yeah! More story! Really enjoying this original concept. Can't wait to see where this goes.


   Nice writing by the way.

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dun dun dun

I'm going to skip ahead a little bit, as the next few weeks were a bit of a blur. Also, kinda boring.

The shed-house was coverted (pretty quickly) into a functioning mini-house for me to live in. My siblings were all jealous, but Mom's excuse was pretty solid: I was growing up. I needed to get used to living on my own. It was just an experiment, nothing more.

I wished.

Emily was currently not talking to me. She thought I was moving out because I hated her and wanted nothing to do with her. Once, I might have agreed. Now, I wished that I could stay.

Lisa didn't speak a word to anyone. She seemed to understand that I needed some space and stayed away, for which I was deeply relieved. I needed time to process this.

Every day, I got up at five and went for a flight. The sunrise seemed to light the sky on fire, and the sky was my world now. Each time, I was able to go a bit higher, a bit longer, a bit farther. Slowly, I got to know the wind currents, and how they could be exploited to shove me higher and faster.

I was becoming a true dragon.

I felt guilty for abandoning my family, but it helped that it was summer--even though time was rapidly passing. I often roamed for days at a time, sometimes only seeing them for meals.

Most of my time was spent in the forest. I didn't trust myself in the sky during the day, terrified of a plane mowing me over. I constantly searched for some sign that there were more dragons in the woods, more secrets in the shaodws.

There had to be more, had to be a reason I was like this.

But there was no one.

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Time flies when you have a secret...

Three weeks after the...incident, Lisa finally decided she was done waiting for me to finish moping and come check on me.

I hate the doorbell in my new house. It goes boooooonnnnggggggg so loud my teeth rattle.

And of course she rang when I was putting in my contacts. Ouch.

Not that I blame her. I just tend to have the worst luck.

When I opened the door, whatever Lisa was about to say--probably some speal on why I shouldn't hide from the world or whatever--died when she saw me.

"you--you're--" she gaped.

"Normal? I should think so." I smoothed my baggy pants and sweatshirt as best I could. I was in my "casual, non-mutant person" disguise--you know, contacts, hat, wings and tail tucked into pants and hidden in ginormous sweatshirt. "Can't have people running around screaming about the mutant over at the Tanner's, now, can we?"

She blinked slowly. " did you change your eye color?"

"Contacts. They're not perfect, but close enough."

"You need contacts?" She followed me in and to the kitchen table, where she sprawled into a chair.

I grunted. "Nope. They give me a headache. School's gonna be a nightmare."

Lisa blanched. "School?!?" 

"It starts in a few weeks."

I tried not to let her horrified expression rattle me. I had already come to terms with it; I was tired of being scared.

When I said as much, Lisa gave a low whistle. "It's been a long three weeks, hasn't it?"

I rubbed my forehead. "You have no idea. Emily hates me, I can't stand being touched by anyone for longer than a few seconds, my parents don't know what to do with me, and I haven't been able to find a single hint of dragons ANYWHERE."

"Wow," she said faintly. "That'" Then she frowned. "Wait, you're trying to find more dragons??? After the trouble only one got you into?"

I shrugged and glanced away. I just couldn't find a way to express the doubt and fear that had been hanging around me like a haze--fear of discovery, of rejection.

But I wasn't afraid of what I had become--really. It felt...i don't know. It was unusual, the way I looked, but people dealt with extreme deformities and quirks all the time--this was much the same. A gift, a strange wonder--but I was still me.

i was still human...

But maybe, I would understand more if I could find the dragons. Where they intelligent like humans? Fierce like beasts? What did they eat? How high could they fly? Did they really breathe fire?

could breathe fire? What did it mean, to have limbs like a dragon...but the heart of a scared human girl?

But I didn't know how to say all that. So I just went with, "I just...I'm just curious."

Lisa just tapped her chin thoughtfully. Honestly, with all the fantasy novels and movies we had practically lived in and longed for, this didn't seem all that surprising. Thankfully. 

(See, mom? Those books weren't just fluff.)

"Well, where have you looked?"

i shifted uncomfortably. "Umm...the forest?"


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I squirmed some more as Lisa stared at me in utter disbelief. "You are looking for a creature that hasn't been seen since the middle ages over a several-hundred-mile radius and you can't be bothered to look harder?"

"Hey," I protested, a little stung. "It's not easy learning to fly AND searching for dragons at the same time!"

"True." Lisa got up and started pacing. "Let's think. What do we know about dragons?"

I snorted. "We know that they don't exist."

"Which means we know nothing. Point taken. BUt what about the stories?"

I tried to remember all the old stories I had read during history. "Well, they were big--"

"--and fierce--"

"--and breathed fire--"

"--to protect their gold--"

"--which was hoarded in their--"

"CAVES!!" we shouted.

We both smiled. then I started to laugh.

"Huh? what is it?" Lisa asked, puzzled.

"I...was looking...for three...weeks!" I choked, breathless with laughter. "You figured out...where they could three minutes!"

Lisa managed to contain herself. She gave me a mock-stern frown and said, "Missy, you'd better go out there and start hunting dragons."

I saluted. "Yes, ma'am."

I was halfway out the door when she added, "And when you find one, i expect to be the first to know!"



Sorry for such a short addition, I am super busy this weekend.

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And so it begins...

As a matter of fact, thanks to my recent flights, I had recently located a few holes in the cliffs that could easily be wide enough for a dragon. They were very hard to spot from the ground, so I wasn't surprised they weren't on a map. They looked kinda shallow, though...I wasn't sure if they would actually be a dragon's home.

But what other options did I have?

I threw off my sweatshirt and jeans, revealing the forest-green tunic and gray leggings underneath. I vaulted into the air, catching the wind with my outspread wings. I heaved myself higher, higher into the buffeting wind and the clear, cold sky. Almost too cold, actually. I was going to need to find some thermals or underarmor to layer with my tunic.

There! A slit cut into the sandy stone. the least likely cave.

Why the least likely? Save the best for last, that's what my mom always says.

I eagerly dove down--and was nearly shoved out of the sky.

"Dang it! I snarled, struggling to right myself. And here's why--

The wind is like water; it rebounds. The wind current I was in smashed directly into cliffside. the backwash was so strong, it was near impossible to make any headway--especially if you aren't expecting it.

There was no way I was flying to the cave.

I snarled again in frusteration and circled down to the ground, barely clearing the trees and landing in a stumbling run.

I had never gone rock climbing before. I guess now was a good time to try.

Dang it.

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North? you mean up?

I walked up to the sandy wall and took a deep breath. I could do this.

I grabbed a few handholds and hauled myself up, slowly searching for cracks and bumps big enough to fit my hand on. there was no way I could hold on by my fingertips, like I had seen experienced rock climbers do. Moving this way, I managed to get up about ten feet.

And then I fell.

"Ouch!" I cried. My leggings were torn and my knee was bloody. The pain only made me angrier--and hastier. When I stomped over and tried again, I barely made it five feet before slipping and slamming to the ground, dusty and sweaty and even more upset.

I was about to try again, but I realized how stupid that would be. I needed to calm down before I tore myself to pieces on that stupid rock.

I paced. agitated. What if there were no more dragons--other than the one I had seen? What if they didn't even like caves? What if they had nests in trees, or ate plants? I knew nothing about how real-life dragons might act.

I realized how tense I was becoming and forced myself to relax. Maybe I could sing. Singing had always calmed me down. I hummed a simple song about dragons and where they lived. I had to laugh a little at the lyrics, though. I had never expected "go north" to mean "go up."

When I deemed myself sufficiently calm, I walked up to the cliff and rubbed my dry, scratched hands together.

"okay," i murmered. "Third time's the charm..."

This time, my hands were steady and my head was clear. I made it about twenty feet...and then I made a classic mistake.

I looked down.

Here's the interesting thing about me--I love hights. Love being high, love the rush and the sights up there. But I am absolutely TERRIFIED of falling. Sitting on the edge of a cliff or flying to the clouds? Doesn't bother me. But climbing up a wall without a harness? Scares the living daylights out of me.

Naturally, I panicked. My hands instantly got sweaty and I started hyperventilating, two of the worst things to do when you're climbing. Yes, I had wings, but those don't do you much good if you hit the ground before you have time to open them.

Somehow, i managed to find the strength (and the willpower) to haul myself the final forty or so feet up to the rock face.

Forty feet? hmm, it was probably shorter, but it certainly FELT like forever.

I collapsed, trembling, in a battered heap on the lip of the ledge leading into the cave.

"Never...never again," I promised myself. Well, unless there were no dragons in this cave.

But of course there were.

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I'm sorry, I have been really busy. Soon I'll have more time. here's what I had time to do.


At first, I didn't see it. I was blinded by the bright sunlight streaming from the opening, and exhausted from the climb. Sweat was still dripping into my eyes. So I completely missed the giant furry dragon glaring at me through the darkness.

"Ugh," I grumbled. Nothing. I turned to go aaand


A giant hairy neck blocked my path while a giant hairy snout knocked me to the floor. Intelligent eyes glistened as they surveyed my face coldly.

"Arrk grrr whuff SNARK gurgle," the dragon growled. At least, that's what my ears heard. But an awareness, and understanding similar to my transformation stirred.

"What?" I croaked, terrified.

The dragon repeated itself. This time, I understood.

"How dare you TRESPASS in my home?" It growled.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. I was uncomfortably aware of the talons digging into my clothes, the hot, disgusting breath on my face, the weak vulnerability of my flesh. "I-I-you see, I--"

"Spare me," It rumbled. "Do you come as friend or foe?"

I swallowed. "No," I said. "I just want to know what happened to me."

The dragon paused for a moment, seeming to register for the first time my...unusual appendages. Surprised, it sat back on its haunches, removing its claws from my chest and retracting its head.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are a Draconian," it said thoughtfully. "there have been none of your kind since the beginning of the last white man's reign." Well, he didn't say Draconian. He actually said what sounded like "Draein," but that's the closest translation I could come up with.

"the last white man's reign?" I asked, confused.

"First white settlers for a long time," he grunted dismissively. "Settlement abandoned. they had to hide from others coming in. The local brown men protected them."

Roanoke. The thought strangely thrilled me. So that's where they went. They hadn't been carried off by Indians. they had...transformed. Transformed into Draconians, into Draein. I wasn't the only one.

"thought your kind had been stamped out," it said. Its face was unreadable, at least to me. "Are there more of you, or were you made?"

He didn't actually say 'made,' though. he said...ugh, it's hard to explain. Chosen. Created. Changed. Something along those lines, but...I dunno. It wasn't like Frankenstein being born. Like a baby, new to what it is an the world itself. the Draconic language is beautiful, and I'll translate as best I can, truly appreciate it, you have to understand it.

"made," I replied, savoring the feel of the word on my tongue.


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meeting the family

"made, hmm...." he eyed me critically. "So who did you hear?"

I started. "Huh?"

"You know what I mean."

I hung my head. FOr some reason, this felt like a betrayal. "A black dragon."

He shook his head. "I'd thought we'd seen the end of their carelessness ten seasons ago," he snarled. "But no, of course not, they let an innocent human girl hear them." he paused, and considered me carefully. "But then again, it would be nice to have a protector again," he said thoughtfully. "And I suppose you couldn't have been made if you weren't ready."

"Say what now?" I interrupted.

He laughed, an strange, undulating sound. "What is your name, little one?"

I shrugged. "Alyson, but I answer to pretty much everything."

"Hmmmm," he said again. "We'll reserve judgement."

"We?" I asked, trying desperately to follow along.

He got up and shook out his wings. Padding to the opening of sun, he turned and gave me a dragon smile. "Come along, little one," he said. "it is time for you to meet your people."

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Meeting the family pt 2

My heart beat a little too fast, and there was a curious ringing in my ears. people? Did he mean the dragons? They were my people?

I certainly wasn't complaining.

I followed him, half in a daze. he spread his wings.

"Wait," I said. "I don't think you told me your name."

he gave what could only be called a shrug. "My name is Oak," he said. "Come on, little Dragonling."

"Dragonling?" I asked, confused.

he shook his head. "No, you're right, it doesn't really suit you," he frowned. "Maybe the others will have better ideas. "

He jumped off the ledge and dropped like a stone, opening his wings at the last moment and skimming the treetops, sending clouds of leaves fluttering in his wake.

I winced. That was not nearly as easy as it looked. I knew from experience how much it hurt to graze the twigs at the top. For being such small pieces of wood, they really did cause alot of pain.

"Here goes nothing," I muttered. I mimicked him, leaping away as far as I could, dropping headfirst (NEVER full-length, you get serious windburn. Plus, it really hurts your wings when you snap them open), pulling out of the dive gracefull--okay, not gracefully, but I didn't hit the trees, so that counts for something, right?

We soared up to the top of the mountain, which sounnds impressive, but the Sandia Mountains really aren't all that tall. Long, yes, folded, yes, but not tall. One of the reasons you'd think it'd be easier to find a twenty-foot long reptile, but noooo, apparently not...unless you can fly.

We landed in a beautiful grassy clearing, with tall, dark pine trees towering over even Oak, who is NOT a small dragon, let me tell you. His green shaggy fur blended in spectacularly with his surroundings, though, making it kinda hard to tell exactly how big he was.

He bugled one loud, yet low, note, that sounded like a french horn, but deeper and wilder and livlier (I spelled that wrong, didn't I? Sorry).

I waited, but nothing happened. "Uh, where is 'everyone?'" I asked.

Oak shook his ears and glanced up.

I followed his gaze and gasped. Above us was about a dozen black dragons, all just as lithe and catlike as the one I had seen. there was only one thing wrong with them, though.

I tugged at Oak's foreleg. "Oak," I whispered. "What's wrong with them? Their wings and tails are so small!"

He looked at me with an almost comical expression of confusion. "Small? they are perfectly proportioned."

It was my turn to be confused. "But...the black dragon I saw had way bigger wings," I said. "And a really long tail."

His expression darkened. "Well, that makes my job SO much easier," he growled. "there is only ONE dragon that looks like that, and right now--" he broke off with a snarl, lashing his tail.

I backed up, alarmed. Sure, yes, he was a friend—kinda (can you call someone you just met your friend?). But nothing’s is quite as scary as an angry dragon. “Uh, what—“

”SHADOW! GET YOUR UGLY SNOUT DOWN HERE!” He bellowed. “We’ve got company.”

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What a great story! You have really good writing style! I can’t wait for the rest!!



I go by the name Stormy! :D


An AMAZING picture of Stormy (my viking!) done by the even more amazing MerricupNightFury!!!! It is fantastic!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Stormy as a Draconian!!!! By the incredibly talented TosiLohi!!!!!!! Thanks so so so much!!!!


All My Dragons!!


Tracker Class

Stormshear - Female Deadly Nadder (Main Dragon!)

Skypiercer - Male Deadly Nadder

Rosethorn - Female Deadly Nadder

Moonwatcher - Male Deadly Nadder

Mudslide - Male Mudraker
Sharp Class

Starlight - Female Razorwhip

Lightshard - Male Razorwhip

Puddletwirler - Female Raincutter

Mysticshine - Female Stormcutter

Peppermint - Male Scuttleclaw (Hatched on 1st December so he has a Snoggletog-themed name! :D)


Stoker Class

Firewing - Male Monstrous Nightmare

Firedancer - Female Singetail

Pheonix - Male Typhoomerang


Boulder Class

Rocky - Male Gronckle

Frostwing - Male Groncicle

Groundshaker - Male Whispering Death

Stonegrinder - Male Whispering Death

Guardianspirit - Male Elder Sentinel

Tidal Class

Wraithster - Male Sand Wraith

Thundergem - Female Thunderdrum (Older sister to Tidalgem)

Tidalgem - Male Thunderdrum (Younger brother to Thundergem)

Oceanshadow - Female Scauldron - TITAN!

Shockwave - Female Shockjaw

Strike Class

Nightstrike - Male Triple Stryke (Sunstrike's twin)

Sunstrike - Female Triple Stryke (Nightstrike's twin)

Elektra - Female Skrill

Sparkangel - Female Skrill

Mystery Class

Zip & Zap - Male Hideous Zippleback

Sparkle & Dazzle - Female Hideous Zippleback

Nightglow - Female Flightmare

Firework - Male Flightmare

Siren - Female Deathsong



In-Game Info!

Name: xXStormxRiderXx (Stormy for short! :D)

Title: Senior Nadder Whisperer

Clan: Warzone

Occupation: Dragon trainer, Huntress (for food, not dragons! XD)

Trophy amount: 3300+

UDT Score: 400,000! (MAX)

Stars: 1 Gronckle Iron Star! (MAX)

Viking Level: 48

Dragons: 32

Friend Code: FNNUWE

Favourite pass-times: Flying, training, battling and of course playing with my dragons!



Art done by others! Thanks so much!

Stormy as a Draconian by TosiLohi! Thanks sooo much!!


Shimmering Snow by HypnoTheSerpentLord

Stormshear by Andrea!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!!


An awesome picture of me and Stormshear done by the even more awesome Hillevij! Thank you!!


Springflower my Crimson Goregutter done by the amazing Embala!! Thanks!! 


Firewing!! Done by the awesome Lissa!! Thanks so much!!! :D


Zip & Zap and Nightstrike & Sunstrike by the awesome RedHoodJason! Thanks!!!


Wraithster by the awesome SangoMichiko! Thanks!


Stormy in a beautiful Nadder-themed dress! Thanks so much TosiLohi! :D



Stormy by the awesome ParakeetAndine!! The one on the left is in normal clothing, on the right is in her flightsuit with Stormshear!! Thanks so much!!!!!



Oceanshadow done by the amazing Root! Thanks!



Stormy and my Light Fury, Aurora, as a hatchling! Thanks so much to Purpy!!!!


Stormy and Stormshear (again) done by the awesome RedHoodJason! Thanks so much!!


Lightshard and Starlight my Razorwhips! By Sango! Thanks!




Firework, Elektra, Bliss and Stormshear!! All by the amazing PURPY!!!! THANKS!!


Stormshear and me done by the awesome TosiLohi! Thank you so much!


nice day here NOBG by bottomlessBOX

Stormshear and me (again! XD) done by the awesome Tosi Lohi! I couldn't resist so I put the non-background one in too! Thanks so much!!



Here be Stormy! 


Stormshear by the awesome SangoMichiko! Thanks!


Stormshear by Purpy!! Thankies! 


Stormshear done by Silverraven! Thanks! :D


Stormshear done by the amazing nathanviking!! Thanks so much!!!

Me and Stormshear done by the awesome Katerina Pettrova! Thanks!!!!


Hawk by demonguitars1214

Hawk Sokolov my OC! Done by the awesome DyliehIdol1214!! Thanks so much! :D


Firework done by the amazing nathanviking!! Thanks so much!!!!





Pheonix, Wraithster, Rosethorn, Oceanshadow, Stormy, Puddletwirler, and Stormshear! 

All by the awesome Purpy! Thanks so much!!


Wraithster and Puddletwirler!! Done by the always awesome Zikta!!! Thank you!! 


Stormshear, Stormy and Wraithster done by the awesome LilyStark!! Thanks! 


 Razorwhip Banner Scuttleclaw Banner

Smothering Smokebreath Banner

Changewing Banner

All banners by Dragonriders Fury! Thanks! :D 




My Adoptables!!!


Aurora and Blaze! By the awesome Celine!! Thank you so so so much!! :D


Aurora and Blaze!! Done by the awesome Lissa!!! Thanks!!!!!!!


Blaze | For CZNZ Dragon Rider by HypnoTheSerpentLordAurora | For CZNZ Dragon Rider by HypnoTheSerpentLord

Blaze and Aurora both done by Andrea!! Thanks!!!!


Aurora | For CZNZ Dragonrider by HypnoTheSerpentLord

Aurora (again XD) by the awesome Andrea!!!! Thanks so much!!!!

Blaze my Night Fury, and Aurora my Light Fury! Thanks so much Embala for drawing them!!!


Cuddles | For CZNZ Dragonrider by HypnoTheSerpentLordDeigh | For CZNZ Dragonrider by HypnoTheSerpentLord

Misletoe | For CZNZ Dragonrider by HypnoTheSerpentLord  +  


Cuddles and Deigh my Deathgrippers; Dreambolt my Deadly Claw; Skythorn and Stormshear my Curly Nadders; Mistletoe my Christmas Wreath, Crispin my Summer Wreath and their baby, Rustle; and Gruntshine my Tingecutter!! All by the awesome Andrea! Thanks so so so much!!! 


Brightstorm my Shinglescale and Duskflyer my Shinglespike!! By Rider Jyharri! Thanks!!!

Blossom my beautiful Nightsealer! By the awesome Chameishida! Thanks! :D


Behold the amazing... Frillfire! By Lissa! Thanks so much! :D


Aurora by the great Zesty!!! Thanks!!


Battleshine my Fighting Claw by the awesome Belubel! Thanks! 


Galaxy my Giarogia! (Sub-species of Spyrogia!) By the awesome Shelya! Thanks!


Princess, my moody Mood Dragon! Done by the (as always) awesome Lissa!!  Thanks!!!!!


Waterdevil my Tidereaper by the awesome Goldenwolfmidna! Thanks!


Firedemon my baby Coalskin!! Done by the awesome Chameishida!! Thank you!!!

Autumn and Roux, my Harvest Hunters! By the awesome Embala!!! Thanks!!


Aphrodite and Ares my Plume Tails by Embala! Thanks!!!


My Crytter and Bookwyrm, by Flitt! Thanks!


Alaska my Pykacynd! Done by the awesome Sheyla!!! Thanks!!!


Skyburner my Neckblaze! Done by the awesome Sheyla!!! Thanks so much!

Paco my Rainforest Griffin!! Made by the amazing Lissa!



Favourite Quotes!


- I wouldn't kill him because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him, and I saw myself. - Hiccup HTTYD

- Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile. - Hiccup HTTYD

- Well, you know what I always say. When in doubt, take it out! - Dagur RTTE

- Oh I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!!! - Tuffnut HTTYD

- Excuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone! - Hiccup HTTYD

- The chicken is not amused. - Tuffnut RTTE

- Everything we know about you guys, is wrong. - Hiccup HTTYD

- Some of us were just born different. - Valka HTTYD 2

- Oh my... Me likey! - Ruffnut HTTYD 2

- Please, you... are my best friend, bud. My best friend. - Hiccup HTTYD 2

- Atta boy! That's it! - Hiccup HTTYD 2


Screenshots Of My Fantastic Dragons!!! (I will be adding more soon!)

Firework - Male Flightmare


Nightglow - Female Flightmare


Oceanshadow - Female Scauldron


Wraithster - Male Sand Wraith


Firedancer - Female Singetail


Firewing - Male Monstrous Nightmare


Frostwing - Male Groncicle


Thundergem - Female Thunderdrum


Tidalgem - Male Thunderdrum


Elektra - Female Skrill


Nightstrike - Male Triple Styke


Sunstrike - Female Triple Stryke


Zip and Zap - Male Hideous Zippleback


Sparkle and Dazzle (Spark and Dazz for short!) - Female Hideous Zippleback


Skypiercer - Male Deadly Nadder


Pheonix - Male Typhoomerang


Lightshard - Male Razorwhip


Starlight - Female Razorwhip


Mudslide - Male Mudraker


Shockwave - Female Shockjaw


Did you make it to the end??? Stormshear and I say... "Congratulations!!!"


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Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like it! I try...

not gonna lie, I have this story planned WAY ahead...the story takes place in about a two to three year span...and I’m about a month don’t worry, there is PLENTY to a small side story that pretty much goes on for however long I want it...maybe I’ll post that...when I’m done with this in about five years...

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Yay! I am glad there is more to come! And I also can’t wait for the side story! Can’t wait for the next chapter!!

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poor shadow

i winced. A dragon roar is loud.

Every single dragon who wasn't already staring at us had turned to glare at us. I shrank back a little. Those green eyes were a bit disconcerting.

the branches rustled above us and a young-looking black dragon dropped down, looking like a dog that was expecting to be yelled at. It looked normal--that is to say, its wings and tail were a bit large for it (I will never get used to this).

"Shadow," oak rumbled, barely repressing his rage. I was a little shocked. he had gone from cheerful guide to terrifying dragon in less than thirty seconds. "Did you, perchance, see a human--THIS human--listening to you when you were singing?"

Shadow ducked her head. "y-yes, but I--"


Shadow looked down, ashamed.

It was probably the stupidest thing I had done that morning, but I tugged on Oak's foreleg. "Stop!" I pleaded. "I'm alright, really. I just want to know what's going on--I mean, I thought dragons didn't exist...until a few weeks ago."

Oak growled. "Little dragonling, this imbecile is the reason--"

"--that I now know what it is like to fly," I finished. "really, I should be thanking her.

Shadow stared at me, pupils dilating. She seemed shocked. "You defend me?" she asked in wonder.

I smiled at her. There was something about this young dragon that tugged at me. i wasn't sure why--there was nothing particularly special about her. But I still felt attached to her, for some reason. Maybe it was the song, or her defiant reptilian gaze.

Whatever the reason, it definitely influenced my next few words, and I have never regretted them.

"I'll need a guide, you know," i told her. "I'm still new to all of this. You could teach me all about being a dragon."

Oak flattened his ears. "I am a wonderful guide," he protested.

"yes," I said simply. "But I think I need someone closer to my age." And, I thought, Shadow needed me.

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best friends

The Shadow preened a little. "I would be honored."

"It is an honor you do not deserve," Oak said wearily. "Little dragonling, I hope you know what you are doing."

I just shrugged.

Oak rattled his neck the way a horse would rattle its mane. "WEll, I suppose you can't do too much harm," he said thoughtfully. "Just watch out for hunters."

My eyes widened. "Hunters?" it came out a little higher-pitched than I liked.

I had never even thought of that. The thought of someone leveling a gun at Shadow or Oak made my blood run cold. Even barely knowing them for a few minutes, I didn't want anyone touching them.

These were my dragons now.

They weren't the only ones in danger, though. If they found me, a halfling...well, fiction books weren't kind to scientists. There were hundreds of possibilities in my head of the horrors they could do.

I shuddered.

Oak watched me knowingly. "Humans, like dragons, can be dangerous predators. Just be careful, and you'll be fine." He shook his wings, ready to leave. "Keep her out of trouble for me."

I couldn't tell if he was talking to Shadow or me. We both nodded anyway.

As Oak took off, we turned to each other, a little awkwardly.

"Umm...hi," I said. I suddenly realized how foolish that sounded.

Shadow just smiled. "I want to show you something." she took off running, the grass sloping gently as she sprinted, body undulating like a ribbon.

I stood there for a second. "Wait! I cried, very aware of all the stares slicing into my back. Not all of them were friendly. I chased after her. "Isn't it faster to fly?"

the only response was a dragon laugh, torn away on the breeze.

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We finally emerged in a grassy clearing. Trees ringed it in a near perfect circle, leaving a space to leap up and fly away, if you times it right. A large boulder was perched in the sun, and a small trickle of water flowed from it. That must be why there was so much green grass.

”whoa,” I breathed. It was beautiful, and hidden. Perfect.

this is where I come to be alone,” Shadow said simply. She snorted a little in embarrassment and smacked her tail on the ground, clearly agitated. “it’s not much, and I don’t have any treasure, but—

”Hang on,” I interrupted. “Why are you showing this to ME, of all people—I mean, dragons? What if you don’t like me and you don’t want me knowing about your treasure-place?”

Shadow seemed surprised. “You defended me,” she flapped her wings. “You are my protector, my rider. And I am your dragon.

Again, rider and dragon is a strange concept. It means protector, guide, friend, but it’s more than that. It’s unique to that link between dragon and human, like the way you say mother and daughter, or brother and sister. It designates a bond, an incredibly unique bond that can never be broken. Unless you’ve experienced that bond for yourself, you won’t quite understand it’s depths.

I blinked a few times. It stunned me, this simple faith in me, when she had barely met me a few minutes ago. But she was right. She was my dragon, and I was her rider.

of course, being me, I didn’t realize at the time. I was still new to the language. I thought she meant that I owned her, like a slave and a master. It sickened me to think that she wanted to be owned like a piece of cutlery. Obviously, that’s not what she meant. You will NEVER get away with treating a dragon as a slave. 

But that’s what I thought at the time.

”I—I don’t think I’m your rider,” I said uncertainly. “But I am your friend.”

Shadow seemed both confused and a little hurt, but she accepted that with no comment.

I knew that I had somehow hurt her, but I didn’t know why. “So...what do you do for fun around here?”

Shadow shrugged her wings. “mainly flying or play fighting, but we’re not really supposed to fly during the day.”

“and you’d hurt me if we fought,” I finished. 

Shadow nodded reluctantly.

Draconians are a strange race. We’re stronger than humans, but weaker than dragons. We naturally can get along with both, but we’re meant to protect not only humans from dragons, but dragons from humans. We are the go-between, the bridge between two fierce, proud creatures. So sometimes, we have to compromise activities.

”we could have a splash war,” I said slowly.

Shadow recoiled. “war?

”Not real war,” I assured her. “Just playing. You try to splash the other person—dragon—with water, that’s all.”

oh.” Shadow looked relieved.

”You’ve never had a splash fight?” I asked.

we avoid deep water,“ she said uncomfortably. “dragons don’t swim that well. Wings get in the way.“ 

“Oh.” A sly smile spread over my face. “It doesn’t have to be deep. Tell you what, I know a good spot not far from here. We could fly over—“

No flying,“ shadow said firmly. “you have to get used to running. 

i groaned. I don’t like running nearly as much as flying. It’s long, and hard, and usually around some boring route where there’s nothing to motivate you. But I guess it’s not so bad when you’re running alongside a dragon, on a forested mountain slope. “Fiiine. But slow down for me, will you? I don’t run so good.”

Shadow laughed again. I will never get tired of that sound.

we took off, barreling into our leafy green world.

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The days passed by quickly. If I wasn't messing around with Lisa, I was flying or exploring with Shadow. She knew almost every single nook and cranny of the mountains where I lived.

I tried to convince the dragons to let Lisa see them. But they refused. I was bad enough, they said. They weren't going to let another human see them. It hurt a little, but I let it slide.

there were so many different dragons. Small green ones about three feet long (Lisa called them Terrible Terrors--which was accurate. They were more mischievous than Fred and George), large furry ones with long horns (Northern Shortsnouts--looked like Elliot from Pete's Dragon), bird-like ones (Deadly Nadders), and even one like an electric eel (skrill).

Lisa was most disappointed to know that they didn't actually control or ride on lightning. But they did give a nasty shock. I can tell you now to never startle a skrill. I was far enough away, thankfully, that it didn't do any lasting damage. But now I know what it's like to be tased. Ouch.

There were more--Monstrous Nightmares that seemed most at home in the dusty foothills of the mountains, where it was dry and sandy and warm. Night Furies like Shadow, who seemed friendly enough but wary of me. There were a few that Lisa couldn't name, so I named them. I'm not very good a names, so it you don't like them, well, sorry.

Bronze firescales--three horns in their crest, glinting scales that looked like they could be seen from miles away. Frostfangs (I actually only saw one) that preferred to stay in the caves--they didn't like the heat or the dirt. Come winter, Shadow told me, they would emerge and blend in perfectly with the white snow and deep blue shadows. Mountainous Stormtails, gray as granite, were the most ornery. But they accepted my proddings and questions with the bare minimum of growling and threats. They were most protective of their babies--draklings, they called them--and wouldn't let me near them.

On a completely unrelated subject, did you know dragon tails are incredibly flexible and strong? they can wrap around things the width of a tree trunk and pick them up and throw them around. Amazing, right?

But still, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing. I would see the air shimmer out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked, nothing was there. the dragons insisted I was seeing things, but dragons aren't very good liars. They don't really have imaginations like humans do.

But what were they hiding?


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The legend begins...

One day, I was able to finally figure it out--if in a rather roundabout fashion

I was on my usual rock in the usual spot, worrying like usual. Just the same old questions: How can people have missed the dragons for so long? How did they not show up on radar or sonar? How long will it take them to eat the mountains completely bare? What will people do to them if they find them? Can they really breathe fire? Can I breathe fire? Like I said, usual worries.

Well, Shadow doesn't like it when I worry. She's a beast; a very intelligent, adorable beast; but still beast. Dragones don't think of the future, though they do remember the past. They mainly focus on the 'now.'

"Come on," she growled. "Why do humans WORRY so much?"

"Because I need to worry," I growled back. I was getting better at Dragonese, but I still needed to switch to English alot of the time when I couldn't remember or pronounce certain words. "You could be seriously hurt if I don't worry for you."

Shadow padded over and butted her head against my arm. "How about I tell you a legend? That always cheers you up."

Okay, another translation issue, sorry. "Legend" doesn't mean 'legend." It means an epic story, a true story, a history. Stories of times long ago that were hard to believe but true. They weren't your usual stories of long boring battle campaigns, either--there's another word for that. These were the stories of heroes and adventures, that made you proud of your ancestors.

Anyway, yes, I did perk up at that. Dragons don't spend as much time with pastimes like dreaming of epic adventures like humans do, but they do have some really cool legends that they've passed down through the centuries.

"Oohhh, yes," I said happily. My ears rose and my wings lifted. "Tell me about how the dragons have stayed hidden for so long."

Shadow looked surprised. "you haven't heard the story? But everyone knows it." She seemed very shocked.

I laughed. "I am not everybody," I said. "I haven't heard it. Tell me!"

Shadow sat in front of me, tail flickering restlessly like a cat's. Her big green eyes snapped into focus on mine and didn't move as she began.

I hope you someday have the priviledge of being told a legend by a dragon, in their own language. They learn from a young age the legends of their ancestors and remember every word, the way it was said to them. The words pull you in until you are living and breathing what they say. The legends come alive in a way that you just can't get anywhere else.

I'm not nearly the storyteller that even a young dragon like Shadow is, but I'll do my best.


"A long, long time ago, in a land so old it no longer exists, there was once a young boy. His human name has since been forgotten among our kind, but the name he was given by the Dragons has never been erased from our memory.

He was called the Noble One."

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I finally found time to catch up....and, man, was it worth it.  These past few chapters have really pulled me into the story.  I like how it's written as if a person with a sense of humor is telling you it face to face.  The story definitely has a Warriors/Harry Potter feel to it.   


Very good old job and I so look forward to what the next few chapters bring.   Keep it up.

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The Legend

“His name was well earned, for he accomplished many feats and made many wrongs right again. He had many adventures, seemingly out-of-place and outlandish, but all served to make him kind and wise.

“The humans of that time had taken the dragons and bound them to themselves as slaves, beasts of burden and dumb brutes. While dragons need humans and humans need dragons, it is a delicate balance that must not and cannot be violated. Both are too wild and too proud to be subjected to that kind of treatment for long.

”The dragons rose up in a rebellion and swore in their wrath to tear every single human down and burn them to cinders and ash.

”Noble One did not want to hurt the dragons. He saw them for what they were; cornered animals, desperate and afraid. He strove to mend the bond that had been so badly torn, despite both sides being so vicious and bitter. He believed in the goodness and light inside all of us, and he sparked that belief in others. They called themselves the Dragonmarkers.

“Against all odds, Noble One became King of the humans and managed to mend that incredible bond. Noble One struck a treaty with the King of the dragons, Furious. He honored the legends of the past that had once been and vowed that its mistakes would not be repeated—while he was alive, at least.

”But he saw that the dragons would not be truly safe as long as humans roamed the earth. So he sent them into hiding, spreading stories and convincing people that there were no such thing as dragons. It hurt him terribly to think that people of the future would not know of the joys and wonders and magic of his childhood, but to protect those wonders he did.

”He never knew what happened in the end, where the dragons fled.

”But I do.

”The dragons flew and swam to a hidden world, a Cavern so great and so spacious and so hidden under fathoms of water that no human could ever find it. They stayed there, feasting on the sea and flying happily in their great kingdom.

”But no kingdom—of earth, at least—can last forever.

”The Cavern, which had been groaning with the weight of its secret for some time, collapsed. Many great species were destroyed that day. Few of the thousands that once filled the northern part of the world escaped. The only dragons that were unscathed were the sea dragons, who had no need of great caverns. They needss only the ocean to protect them.

“Those that we’re left fled to the distant corners of the world, the few places still denied to humans. Caverns, mountains, and trenches in the hidden depths of the seas.”

At this, Shadow gave a long sigh. “I don’t know what might have happened to the other dragons, or the sea dragons that still lurk in the depths.” She brightened a little. “But I do know what happened to us.

”My ancestors came to the land-that-does-not-exist (America). They crept through the trees for miles and miles until they founnd a network of caves so deep and so dark and so complex that humans wouldn’t be able to find them. So there they hid and slept, eating bats and drinking the water that dripped from the ceiling.

”About fifty or so seasons ago, the dragons in those caverns heard something strange. Voices. They realized that humans had finally found their resting place.

”So they left and wandered again, but the world was so different now. There were strange metal beasts and blaring noises and lights that seemed to grow wherever humans did. This saddened the dragons, for it seemed the  humans had mostly lost their wildness, the simple gifts of nature.

”The dragons found these mountains, not too far from their previous home. So they settled here, waiting and hoping for things to change, for humans to change. For if they don’t—” Shadow’s eyes darkened, and she seemed every bit as fierce and terrible as the dragons of old. “Our time will have come, and the purpose for which we were created must be fulfilled.

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Anyway, things have been fairly quiet now. I mean, there have been a few sightings and mishaps, but I think for the most part, humans are happily oblivious to the creatures around them.” Shadow straightened. “Well, that’s about it, I think.”

I sat back. “Whoa,” I blinked. “Just—whoa.”

Then I frowned, because one thing just didn’t add up. I stood up and paced. “Wait just a second. How come you guys have never showed up on a radar screen? Or sonar, or whatever.” I looked up and expected Shadow to be confused by whatever a radar screen is, but to my surprise it looked like she understood.

 Shadow looked shifty. “Well...this is a REALLY big secret, no one can know.”

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” I said eagerly.

Shadow saw that I meant it. She reaised her head and seemed to speak to the top of my head. 

Flicker, you can come out now.”

”Flicker?” I asked in confusion.

something small zipped down over my face and landed on Shadow’s outstretched wing.

I stumbled back. “What the—”

I saw what it was and gasped.

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Flicker is adorable

Perched on Shadow's wing was a tiny, nearly invisible dragon no more than three inches long from snout to barb. It had beady black eyes that were alert and mischeivous. It looked a little like a cross between a hummingbird and a seahorse, what with its rounded, almost frilly, crest, curled tail, and kinda horse-shaped snout. It was adorable and a little freaky.

Why freaky? Well, remember how I just said it was nearly invisible? Well, that's because it was clear!!!! The head (thank goodness) was sorta a creamy-clear white, but it faded to transluscence at the neck. I could see all its white bones, its little rib cage, it's fainly yellow lungs breathing in and out. Even its organs were clear; they only had a brush of color, so you could sorta tell they were there, but at the same time, it was like staring at a ghost.

"Who," I said.

"Hello," said the little dragon.

"Hi," said, kind of breathless. "What's your name??"

"My name is Flicker," he said proudly.

"Huh," I said. Flicker wasn't a bad name. Maybe they could be the Flickerwings? Not a bad idea, if I do say so myself.



Flicker the Flickerwing

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Flickerwings it is!

"All of us have at least a couple Flickerwings nearby," Shadow explained as Flicker crawled onto my outstretched palm. "When they hear the noises humans use to find us, they make a noise that disrupts it and makes the silly humans think nothing is there."

"Yup," Flicker agreed cheerfully. "We're good at staying hidden, too, so nobody ever finds us. We can go and sneak and listen, and no one ever knows." He preened. "that's why everyone wants to talk to us. We know everything."

"Wow," I said again, because there really wasn't much else to say.

Shadow gave a huffy snort, which is the dragon equivalent of an eye roll. "Not everything. But we tend to know what's going on--provided the Flickerwings translate Human correctly. Your language is so complicated."

"Well, not everyone speaks the same language," I pointed out.

"Yes," Shadow said simply. "You humans are strange creatures."

Says the winged reptile the size of a Carrola.

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Pretty good so far! can't wait to read more!


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this will, be short, sorry

i've got five minutes. Let's see what I can do.



It was only a week from school when Lisa dropped by, hoping to catch me with a dragon. Flicker was actually with me at the time, but he dove into my hair and refused to come out. I didn't mind. The Flickerwings were one species of dragon I had no reservations hiding.

"Alright," she said firmly. "This has gone on long enough. You need to watch this movie now."

I squinted. "How to Train Your Dragon? Why? Is it important?"

"Yup. Look closer."

I gasped. On the cover was a Deadly Nadder and a dragon that poked almost exactly like Shadow, only slightly more heavily built and with smaller wings. A male Night Fury.

I could feel Flicker's wings buzzing frantically against my neck. I didn't blame him. How...?

i remembered what Oak had said. "I thought we had seen the end of their carelessness ten seasons ago." Or something like that. And...they had a Night Fury in a movie. But it clearly wasn't JUST the Night Furies; others had been careless, too.

Right before Lisa hit play on the little tv I had in the living room, I grabbed her arm. "Wait. Shadow needs to see this, too."

Lisa brightened. She had heard a lot about Shadow. "Really?"

I nodded. "She'll be here soon." I hoped that Flicker could take a hint. He scratched me softly with the hooks on his wings and then crept away. I had a small window open during the day, just for him. Thankfully, the smell of dragon scares most animals. I never had to worry about mice.

A few minutes later, Shadow slunk  into the clearing and I let her carefully in the back door. "no one saw you?"

Shadow shook her head like a horse shaking its mane. "I don't think so." Her glare let me know that if someone had, it was my fault. The dragons tended to stick near their nests during the day. Less chance of being spotted. "Flicker said you wanted to show me something?"

"Yes," I replied, in English, for Lisa's benefit. "Shadow, meet Lisa. Lisa, Shadow."

Lisa was staring openmouthed at Shadow. Shadow was eying her warily. Apparently, both liked what they saw, because Shadow let Lisa pat her nose before sprawling on the hardwood floor.

"now we're ready," I said, and pressed play.

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At first, I was pretty weirded out. i didn't like seeing the dragons portrayed as monsters, even if they were pretty terrifying. And they looked too perfect; no dragon has scales that even. But before long it pulled me in and had my heart pounding to the wildness of the music.

When we got to the part where Toothless had been captured, I had to put a hand on Shadow to make sure she was there. Imprisoned...that was pretty much the worst fate a dragon could be forced to endure.

My dragon ears were vibrating, the way they always did when there was sound; it puzzled me for a moment, but then i figured it out. Shadow was trembling with deep growls. She didn't like it any more than I did.

The big dragon queen at the end was a bit much; I knew for a fact that, while there were stories of large sea dragons, none could ever get that big. But it was a good ending, and I felt like roaring like a dragon when the screen erupted into flames. Shadow almost did roar, but I shushed her just in time.

"So? What did you think?" Lisa asked.

"that. was. EPIC," I bounced up and down. "again again again!"

Lisa giggled. "calm down, you, or you won't get to see the second!"

"There's MORE??"

"yeah, the third one just came out. And I think there's a book series, too. Anyway, i don't have the second movie with me, so you'll have to wait. But it was good, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," I said happily.

unbeknownst to Lisa, I got the entire series from the library and read it in a week. It was a bit more fantastical than the movie or the dragon legends, but I recognized him all the same.

Hiccup would have been proud of his Dragonese name.

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Amazing story!!! :D

This keeps getting so good! Please keep going!! I am loving reading this!! You are so good at writing!! I can't wait for another chapter! :D

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Fun Times...i think

Well, it was too good to last. School started.

Thankfully, I was already in a unique situation. I was a homeschool/public school hybrid. I only took the first half of every other day at the local high school. Band (though not marching band; I had to drop that, which made me very sad), Art, and English. The rest of my schoolwork I did at home. Always had been--at least since the sixth grade. So I didn't have to worry about lunch or gym or anything. But each day was still absolutely terrifying.

The tail and the eyes and even the ears were easy enough to hide--I hadn't been much of a fashion freak to begin with, so people were used to seeing me in jeans, albiet not nearly as baggy as I had to wear now. But the WINGS nearly killed me.

I don't know if you've figured this out yet, but wings are not meant to bend in the same way the spine and legs do. It was torture even in the most comfortable position I could muster--a half-out-of-the-chair slouch. My teachers weren't exactly happy about my new posture, per se, but I was a good enough student for them to let it slide. Oh, but it hurt SO MUCH. I had to clench them tight to me and fold them nearly in half so they wouldn't show. By the end of just a few hours, they were so stiff I could barely move them. Weekends and free days were always a huge relief.

I also spent more time on a loose workout regime that my mom concocted. "I don't care if you think you're so strong, it's always good to push yourself," she said.

I protested half-heartedly, but I didn't put up that much of a fight. I kind of agreed with her. Besides, I wanted to see the day when I could keep up with Shadow on a midnight flight.

Speaking of which, I would go to bed early on the nights before my free days (except during Sundays) and have Flicker wake me up in the middle of the night, when the moon was highest. That's when the dragons would fly. It wasn't the same as the glorious blue and white and gold of the daytime sky, but it was the best I could do without completely rebelling against Oak, who was actually the alpha dragon of this particular group.

I know, I was just as shocked as you are. I was expecting a dragon that was much more...impressive. But he was wise, for a dragon, and strong enough to keep everyone in line. Including me.

After about a month of no whining or begging from me, Oak finally relented and deemed me responsible enough to be allowed to fly during the day--IF the clouds blocked the view of the city. If we couldn't see them, they couldn't see us, and that meant it was safe to fly. Many dragons took advantage of the cold, cloudy mornings to stretch their wings and let the wind and rising sun swath them in living cold and light. I was no exception. They laughed at my thick gloves and socks (they thought it was unnecessary), but I refused to give in. I wanted to keep my toes and fingers, thank you very much.


I suppose it's time to tell you why I wasn't worried about the rest of me, and why dragons can withstand the frigid temperatures in the sky.

Dragons, you see, have very unusual scales. They're sort of like a snake's or lizard's, but they don't just trap water. They keep all the body heat inside. The membranes on the wings and the dragon's mouth are the only two places where the heat can escape. So the scales on the outside are always the temperature of the surrounding air, but the wings and everything inside is a toasty, constant warmth. That's why the dragons are only found in tall mountains and icy plains; it's too easy for them to overheat. Even Monstrous Nightmares can't stand the heat for long, and they like it hot.

I'm referring to all the larger dragons, of course. Flickerwings preferred to stay close to the ground, in the 'shallow air.' Higher up was the 'deep air,' and the little hummingbird dragons found it very unpleasant up there. They would only go up if they could ride on a larger dragon, preferably a Northern Shortsnout. The thick green hair provided more warmth than scales.

They can also, to some extent, control their body temperature. Not the core temperature, of course; that would be certain death. No, the skin close to the surface was regulated very efficiently by lots and lots of blood (which means dragons bruise and heal easily. Don't feel bad, they're used to it). they could cool and heat themselves by about ten to fifteen degrees. Awesome, right?

And, being half-dragon, I could do the same things...kinda. My tail never got cold, but the scales sure did--it was like touching ice after a long flight. My wings kept me warm on the ground, but in the sky they lost a lot of heat, without many scales to keep it in. The best thing was the body temperature. My skin would get hot or cold, depending on the surrounding air (I had no control over it, unlike a true dragon). Sometimes my face would be so red after flying it looked like a tomato (That gave Shadow a laugh). But the little things, like my human ears, and my fingers and toes, needed a bit more protection.

I still couldn't get over the second eyelid, though. It blinked sideways, from the bridge of my nose to the outer corners of my eyes, and it was clear, but darkened slightly like sunglasses. To protect the eyes from the light and wind of the sky, the dragons said. I still thought it was freaking, and avoided blinking it anywhere near a mirror--or humans.


Anyway, i got into a kind of rhthym, and over the next few months I began to relax. It was stressful, being part of two worlds, but I wouldn't give it up for anything.