Post by mrjop2 on Sept 16, 2012 22:48:52 GMT -5
Chapter 1
The time had finally come. When the stone sized purplish-black egg began to wiggle, Mama Fury’s ears twitched. Her head rose as she knew what was about to happen. She and her mate had been anxiously waiting for this moment. They had flown against their natural instincts to flock towards the moon-shaped island, where all dragons would go to lay their eggs. At least, that island USED to be where the dragons flocked to until the Dragon Queen had come along.
The Dragon Queen was the biggest, and baddest dragon of them all. She was the size of a mountain, and could swallow a large dragon whole. She ruled over all dragons in the region; not one dared oppose her. As part of her rule, no dragon was allowed to mate. If the dragons were ever to multiply, they would eventually overwhelm her. She had to make sure that never happened.
That was why the two Night Furies had flown against their natural instincts and found a different island to mate. It had taken careful planning, but they had managed to escapes the Dragon Queen. Finally free from her slavery, they had managed to find this remote location where they could mate and bring forth a new Night Fury.
Of course, just because they had escaped, that didn’t mean that they were safe. They were always on a look out for any out of place smell, or any other sign that she or her heard of dragons were near. It wasn’t the easiest way of life, but it was the only way the two Night Furies knew how to assure that their species didn’t go extinct. They were a rare breed of dragons. In all their travels, they had never seen another one of their kind. That was why they felt the urgency to escape the Dragon Queen to repopulate. They didn’t want to see their species extinct, which would have been a sure thing if they hadn’t dared defy the mighty dragon.
Now, with the egg ready to hatch, the danger had now escalated. When a dragon hatched, it was anything but subtle. The commotion that the egg made while hatching could easily attract unwanted attention. At the first movement of the egg, both Night Furies jumped to action. Mama Fury stayed close to the egg while Papa Fury stealthily stood guard. The mother tried the best she could to surround the egg from a safe distance to try to hide as much of the explosion as possible. She spread her wings, slight arching around the egg.
Lightning streaked across the sky as a steady rainfall began to fall. This was a mixed turn-of-events. It was good in that it could soften the explosion of the egg, and the thunder could drown out the sound. The negative was that the thunder also drowned out sound that an intruder could make. On top of that, the fresh smell that the rain brought could mask the scent of an approaching predator. Under the current circumstances, it was a trade-off that Papa Fury wished he didn’t have to make.
With the two Night Furies in position, they waited for the joyous occasion... the arrival of the new Night Fury into this world. The egg went from a soft shimmy to a more active shake. The outer shell started to crack, and through the seams of the crack, an eerie fire –glow emanated, followed with a small puff of black smoke. The cracks went deeper and wrapped around the upper half of the egg until it finally exploded. Small, fragile pieces of egg shell mixed with molten fire were thrown for several feet in all directions. Standing there in the tiny, burn crater was a tiny Night Fury, no longer or taller than a Terrible Terror.
They tiny dragon grunted in confusing, batting its tiny yellow eyes to try to adjust its eyesight to a whole new scenery. It peered around, not sure what to make at what he was seeing. There was so much to see, all at once, it was almost overwhelming for the poor little dragon.
A large rain drop found its mark, and hit the baby Night Fury in the face. It was a rude, cold, and wet welcomed to the world. Baby Fury snorted as it shook his head. It was a strange and awkward experience that left him confounded.
After the shock of the experience wore of, the tiny dragon again regained his curiosity and sense of adventure. He took his first few steps clumsily to explore his surroundings. The first thing he saw after looking around was another dragon standing over him. The large dragon looked just like him down to her color. The tiny Night Fury’s natural instincts started to kick in and he knew she was his mother. Just by her presence, he felt safe and secure. Around her, he felt like everything was as it should be. With these feelings, this adult dragon had to be his mother.
Mama Fury moaned in delight at the accomplishment that she and her mate had accomplished. They had successfully brought another Night Fury into the world. Despite the excitement of what had transpired, they could not stay to enjoy it. If they stayed in one place for too long, the better the chances of being discovered either by the Dragon Queen, or humans.
Humans and dragons did not mix. The Dragon queen has only made the war with the humans even more deadly for the dragons. Instead of mixing it up with the humans, herself, she had sent her heard of dragons to do it. Many good dragons had been slain by the humans for only doing what they were being forced to do. The main reason the Dragon Queen was relentless in finding the two Night Furies; with their uncanny ability to hide and come out of nowhere, they proved to be invaluable guardians. If the Humans ever started to get the upper hand, the Night Furies would have to come in and bail out the dragons. They were important tools to the queen; pawns that she was not willing to lose.
So the Night Furies had to always be on the move; the great dragon would never cease chasing them down, and if they discovered that they hatched another Fury, then she might decide to kill them and keep the baby dragon for herself. Until this baby could take care of himself, they would have to always be on the move.
Unaware of the life he was born into, Baby Fury moaned as he studies his new surroundings. With the sky unleashing its full fury, the tiny dragon didn’t venture far from the shelter that his mother provided with her body. Feeling a small surge of energy, he jumped up and down and let out a playful growl at the falling rain drops. He had fun, snapping at the rain drops.
Another blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an earth-vibrating crackle of thunder. Attaching itself to the thunder was the Night Furies’ worst nightmare. It was the nerve-shattering roar of their worst fears being realized. Before the parents knew it, a heard of different species of dragons came out of nowhere. Papa Fury wasted no time defending his mate and newborn. He knew it was going to be the last thing he did, but he had to make sure they were safe.
The leader of the heard, who’d became the queen’s top dragon, was a Monstrous Nightmare. Like the rest of his species, this dragon was ill-tempered and aggressive. This particular dragon had never liked the Night Furies. He had always felt threatened by them. The Dragon Queen had always favored them over him for their abilities. They never had to risk their lives to confront the humans, while he was forced to fight them head on. When the Night Furies had escaped, he was more than excited to hunt them down.
The Monstrous Nightmare had led the dragons to this remote location. When he found Papa Fury, he set his scales on fire and attacked. The two dragons went at it with slashing claws and bared teeth. Other dragons began to file in help with the male Night Fury. As the Dragon began to file in, the queen, herself, made her intimidating entrance.
The Dragon Queen was nearly as tall as the tallest trees, with six tiny eyes, a gigantic jaw full of razor sharp teeth, and large nostrils. Her skull was heavily armored, and had a spiked tail shaped like a spiked ball of a morning star. One whip of her tail was enough to shatter rocks
While the Monstrous Nightmare and other dragons started to draw away the father, the queen focused in on the mother. The Night Fury uncurled her wings and posed to fight. She carefully used her hind leg nudge the tiny dragon, hoping to hide him from the queen. It proved to be a futile act; all six of her eyes widen when she saw the tiny Night Fury hiding behind the new mothers.
After another ripple of lightning and thunder, the queen roared in anger. This treachery of the Night Furies had gone to another level. Not only had they deserted her, they had given birth to a hatchling. This development could not be allowed to stand. With a giant roar, she delivered her verdict. ‘Kill the Night Furies and bring me the hatchling!’
Mama Fury arched her neck to look back at her hatchling. With an urgent growl followed by a stressed roar that said, ‘RUN!’
The queen’s dragons charged obediently towards them. Mama Fury stepped forward to meet with them, but the dragons were hopping and charging at angle around her; they were after the baby. Confused, the baby ran for his life. His instincts were warning him of danger; it was a feeling that he knew he had to escape from. When Mama Fury realized what the dragons were going after, she went to stop them, only to have the spiked tip of the queen’s tail crashing into her ribs. The impact had thrown her violently up against the tree.
Her vision blurred, the mother found herself in shock after such an impact. Her ribs were in agony, with the pain nearly paralyzing her. She shook her head, to clear her blurry vision and could only look up as the giant monster towered over her. From her view, the Dragon Queen’s head looked like it was all the way up in the heavens. With lightning flashing in the background, the queen roared in fury, baring all her drool-soaked, jagged teeth.
* * * *
Baby Fury continued to run for his life as the heard of dragons chased after him. He was barely able to keep ahead of the snapping jaws and occasional clenching claws. He could not understand why the dragons were chasing him or wanted him dead. Where was his mother? Where was that sense of safety and security?
A Deadly Nadder leapt out from the pack to fly slightly above the rest. He gained a little ground on the tiny Night Fury before whipping his tails, throwing out a handful of spikes. The baby narrowly dodged the spikes by leaping behind tree trunks. A two-headed Zippleback decided to take his turn. He leaped out in front and positioned a head on each side of the fleeing infant.
The infant groaned a cry as he saw the heads of the Zippleback to his left and right. The Zippleback had become so engrained in trying to be the one to capture the infant Night Fury that they failed to see the tree that the small dragon leaped behind. One head went on one side of the tree, and the other went the other way. The Zippleback collided with tree, causing quite a few dragons to stumble and fall.
The baby Night Fury dared to take a glance back to see his handiwork. The glance proved to be ill-timed; before he could look forward again, he had tripped and ran off a muddy cliff. He yelped and howled in terror as he slid through the mud, narrowly able to swerve around hurdles in the form of tree trunks and rocks. He quickly spun out of control, loosing what little control he had to avoid approaching hurdles. Fortunately, he had already reached the bottom of the cliff as the sudden end caused in to flip and fall face first in a pile of watery mud.
Quickly running out of breath, the mud-drenched baby Night Fury looked up the cliff to hear the furious growls and roars of the perusing dragons. The collision had cause utter chaos, and had briefly given him the opportunity to hide. Franticly, he looked around for any place that he could conceal himself. He found a very large tree with a very thick trunk up ahead. Some of its roots were above the ground, and the dirt underneath it was dug out. It looked like it once served as a home for other small animals; luckily, the baby Night Fury was just that small.
He ran for roots as fast as his tiny legs would take him. He leaped between the ground and the bottom of the trunk, but it was very tight. He had to dig a little of the dirt away and wiggle his body until he managed to slide in. The hole under the roots was deep; the black shadow was more than enough to hide him. Taking advantage of the darkness, he lay down in the dirt and curled himself until he was fully in the darkness.
There, Baby Fury hid as the perusing dragons had now made it down the muddy cliff. He watched fearfully as the dragons had started to spread out and started sniffing around. Shivering out of fear and coldness, he fought against the urge to whine and cry. A red, orange, and black Monstrous Nightmare came closest to the tree. He first sniffed around the roots and even peered an eye into the hole.
Luckily, the Monstrous Nightmare’s vision was not as keen in the dark as a Night Fury’s. The baby didn’t know this; all he could was to follow his instincts. He had only just come into the world; there had been no time to learn anything from his mother.
The Monstrous Nightmare gave up looking around the tree and was about to find another tree to search when the terrifying howl of the Dragon Queen, echoed in their direction. The roar caused all the dragons to raise their heads. Without hesitation, the herd took to the sky, despite the torrential downpour, the heavy winds, and the flashes of lightning. The baby watched up in the sky, intently as they met up with the Dragon Queen, up in the sky. They flew off and disappeared as quickly as they had arrived.
Now, surrounded by cold, lonely silence, and in company with terror, the baby managed only enough courage to sit up. Cold and alone, he had remained in his hiding place, praying for his mother to come find him. Something inside of the tiny dragon knew that he would never see his mother again; fighting against the loud crashing of thunder, he wailed in heart-breaking sorrow until fatigue overcame him.
The time had finally come. When the stone sized purplish-black egg began to wiggle, Mama Fury’s ears twitched. Her head rose as she knew what was about to happen. She and her mate had been anxiously waiting for this moment. They had flown against their natural instincts to flock towards the moon-shaped island, where all dragons would go to lay their eggs. At least, that island USED to be where the dragons flocked to until the Dragon Queen had come along.
The Dragon Queen was the biggest, and baddest dragon of them all. She was the size of a mountain, and could swallow a large dragon whole. She ruled over all dragons in the region; not one dared oppose her. As part of her rule, no dragon was allowed to mate. If the dragons were ever to multiply, they would eventually overwhelm her. She had to make sure that never happened.
That was why the two Night Furies had flown against their natural instincts and found a different island to mate. It had taken careful planning, but they had managed to escapes the Dragon Queen. Finally free from her slavery, they had managed to find this remote location where they could mate and bring forth a new Night Fury.
Of course, just because they had escaped, that didn’t mean that they were safe. They were always on a look out for any out of place smell, or any other sign that she or her heard of dragons were near. It wasn’t the easiest way of life, but it was the only way the two Night Furies knew how to assure that their species didn’t go extinct. They were a rare breed of dragons. In all their travels, they had never seen another one of their kind. That was why they felt the urgency to escape the Dragon Queen to repopulate. They didn’t want to see their species extinct, which would have been a sure thing if they hadn’t dared defy the mighty dragon.
Now, with the egg ready to hatch, the danger had now escalated. When a dragon hatched, it was anything but subtle. The commotion that the egg made while hatching could easily attract unwanted attention. At the first movement of the egg, both Night Furies jumped to action. Mama Fury stayed close to the egg while Papa Fury stealthily stood guard. The mother tried the best she could to surround the egg from a safe distance to try to hide as much of the explosion as possible. She spread her wings, slight arching around the egg.
Lightning streaked across the sky as a steady rainfall began to fall. This was a mixed turn-of-events. It was good in that it could soften the explosion of the egg, and the thunder could drown out the sound. The negative was that the thunder also drowned out sound that an intruder could make. On top of that, the fresh smell that the rain brought could mask the scent of an approaching predator. Under the current circumstances, it was a trade-off that Papa Fury wished he didn’t have to make.
With the two Night Furies in position, they waited for the joyous occasion... the arrival of the new Night Fury into this world. The egg went from a soft shimmy to a more active shake. The outer shell started to crack, and through the seams of the crack, an eerie fire –glow emanated, followed with a small puff of black smoke. The cracks went deeper and wrapped around the upper half of the egg until it finally exploded. Small, fragile pieces of egg shell mixed with molten fire were thrown for several feet in all directions. Standing there in the tiny, burn crater was a tiny Night Fury, no longer or taller than a Terrible Terror.
They tiny dragon grunted in confusing, batting its tiny yellow eyes to try to adjust its eyesight to a whole new scenery. It peered around, not sure what to make at what he was seeing. There was so much to see, all at once, it was almost overwhelming for the poor little dragon.
A large rain drop found its mark, and hit the baby Night Fury in the face. It was a rude, cold, and wet welcomed to the world. Baby Fury snorted as it shook his head. It was a strange and awkward experience that left him confounded.
After the shock of the experience wore of, the tiny dragon again regained his curiosity and sense of adventure. He took his first few steps clumsily to explore his surroundings. The first thing he saw after looking around was another dragon standing over him. The large dragon looked just like him down to her color. The tiny Night Fury’s natural instincts started to kick in and he knew she was his mother. Just by her presence, he felt safe and secure. Around her, he felt like everything was as it should be. With these feelings, this adult dragon had to be his mother.
Mama Fury moaned in delight at the accomplishment that she and her mate had accomplished. They had successfully brought another Night Fury into the world. Despite the excitement of what had transpired, they could not stay to enjoy it. If they stayed in one place for too long, the better the chances of being discovered either by the Dragon Queen, or humans.
Humans and dragons did not mix. The Dragon queen has only made the war with the humans even more deadly for the dragons. Instead of mixing it up with the humans, herself, she had sent her heard of dragons to do it. Many good dragons had been slain by the humans for only doing what they were being forced to do. The main reason the Dragon Queen was relentless in finding the two Night Furies; with their uncanny ability to hide and come out of nowhere, they proved to be invaluable guardians. If the Humans ever started to get the upper hand, the Night Furies would have to come in and bail out the dragons. They were important tools to the queen; pawns that she was not willing to lose.
So the Night Furies had to always be on the move; the great dragon would never cease chasing them down, and if they discovered that they hatched another Fury, then she might decide to kill them and keep the baby dragon for herself. Until this baby could take care of himself, they would have to always be on the move.
Unaware of the life he was born into, Baby Fury moaned as he studies his new surroundings. With the sky unleashing its full fury, the tiny dragon didn’t venture far from the shelter that his mother provided with her body. Feeling a small surge of energy, he jumped up and down and let out a playful growl at the falling rain drops. He had fun, snapping at the rain drops.
Another blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an earth-vibrating crackle of thunder. Attaching itself to the thunder was the Night Furies’ worst nightmare. It was the nerve-shattering roar of their worst fears being realized. Before the parents knew it, a heard of different species of dragons came out of nowhere. Papa Fury wasted no time defending his mate and newborn. He knew it was going to be the last thing he did, but he had to make sure they were safe.
The leader of the heard, who’d became the queen’s top dragon, was a Monstrous Nightmare. Like the rest of his species, this dragon was ill-tempered and aggressive. This particular dragon had never liked the Night Furies. He had always felt threatened by them. The Dragon Queen had always favored them over him for their abilities. They never had to risk their lives to confront the humans, while he was forced to fight them head on. When the Night Furies had escaped, he was more than excited to hunt them down.
The Monstrous Nightmare had led the dragons to this remote location. When he found Papa Fury, he set his scales on fire and attacked. The two dragons went at it with slashing claws and bared teeth. Other dragons began to file in help with the male Night Fury. As the Dragon began to file in, the queen, herself, made her intimidating entrance.
The Dragon Queen was nearly as tall as the tallest trees, with six tiny eyes, a gigantic jaw full of razor sharp teeth, and large nostrils. Her skull was heavily armored, and had a spiked tail shaped like a spiked ball of a morning star. One whip of her tail was enough to shatter rocks
While the Monstrous Nightmare and other dragons started to draw away the father, the queen focused in on the mother. The Night Fury uncurled her wings and posed to fight. She carefully used her hind leg nudge the tiny dragon, hoping to hide him from the queen. It proved to be a futile act; all six of her eyes widen when she saw the tiny Night Fury hiding behind the new mothers.
After another ripple of lightning and thunder, the queen roared in anger. This treachery of the Night Furies had gone to another level. Not only had they deserted her, they had given birth to a hatchling. This development could not be allowed to stand. With a giant roar, she delivered her verdict. ‘Kill the Night Furies and bring me the hatchling!’
Mama Fury arched her neck to look back at her hatchling. With an urgent growl followed by a stressed roar that said, ‘RUN!’
The queen’s dragons charged obediently towards them. Mama Fury stepped forward to meet with them, but the dragons were hopping and charging at angle around her; they were after the baby. Confused, the baby ran for his life. His instincts were warning him of danger; it was a feeling that he knew he had to escape from. When Mama Fury realized what the dragons were going after, she went to stop them, only to have the spiked tip of the queen’s tail crashing into her ribs. The impact had thrown her violently up against the tree.
Her vision blurred, the mother found herself in shock after such an impact. Her ribs were in agony, with the pain nearly paralyzing her. She shook her head, to clear her blurry vision and could only look up as the giant monster towered over her. From her view, the Dragon Queen’s head looked like it was all the way up in the heavens. With lightning flashing in the background, the queen roared in fury, baring all her drool-soaked, jagged teeth.
* * * *
Baby Fury continued to run for his life as the heard of dragons chased after him. He was barely able to keep ahead of the snapping jaws and occasional clenching claws. He could not understand why the dragons were chasing him or wanted him dead. Where was his mother? Where was that sense of safety and security?
A Deadly Nadder leapt out from the pack to fly slightly above the rest. He gained a little ground on the tiny Night Fury before whipping his tails, throwing out a handful of spikes. The baby narrowly dodged the spikes by leaping behind tree trunks. A two-headed Zippleback decided to take his turn. He leaped out in front and positioned a head on each side of the fleeing infant.
The infant groaned a cry as he saw the heads of the Zippleback to his left and right. The Zippleback had become so engrained in trying to be the one to capture the infant Night Fury that they failed to see the tree that the small dragon leaped behind. One head went on one side of the tree, and the other went the other way. The Zippleback collided with tree, causing quite a few dragons to stumble and fall.
The baby Night Fury dared to take a glance back to see his handiwork. The glance proved to be ill-timed; before he could look forward again, he had tripped and ran off a muddy cliff. He yelped and howled in terror as he slid through the mud, narrowly able to swerve around hurdles in the form of tree trunks and rocks. He quickly spun out of control, loosing what little control he had to avoid approaching hurdles. Fortunately, he had already reached the bottom of the cliff as the sudden end caused in to flip and fall face first in a pile of watery mud.
Quickly running out of breath, the mud-drenched baby Night Fury looked up the cliff to hear the furious growls and roars of the perusing dragons. The collision had cause utter chaos, and had briefly given him the opportunity to hide. Franticly, he looked around for any place that he could conceal himself. He found a very large tree with a very thick trunk up ahead. Some of its roots were above the ground, and the dirt underneath it was dug out. It looked like it once served as a home for other small animals; luckily, the baby Night Fury was just that small.
He ran for roots as fast as his tiny legs would take him. He leaped between the ground and the bottom of the trunk, but it was very tight. He had to dig a little of the dirt away and wiggle his body until he managed to slide in. The hole under the roots was deep; the black shadow was more than enough to hide him. Taking advantage of the darkness, he lay down in the dirt and curled himself until he was fully in the darkness.
There, Baby Fury hid as the perusing dragons had now made it down the muddy cliff. He watched fearfully as the dragons had started to spread out and started sniffing around. Shivering out of fear and coldness, he fought against the urge to whine and cry. A red, orange, and black Monstrous Nightmare came closest to the tree. He first sniffed around the roots and even peered an eye into the hole.
Luckily, the Monstrous Nightmare’s vision was not as keen in the dark as a Night Fury’s. The baby didn’t know this; all he could was to follow his instincts. He had only just come into the world; there had been no time to learn anything from his mother.
The Monstrous Nightmare gave up looking around the tree and was about to find another tree to search when the terrifying howl of the Dragon Queen, echoed in their direction. The roar caused all the dragons to raise their heads. Without hesitation, the herd took to the sky, despite the torrential downpour, the heavy winds, and the flashes of lightning. The baby watched up in the sky, intently as they met up with the Dragon Queen, up in the sky. They flew off and disappeared as quickly as they had arrived.
Now, surrounded by cold, lonely silence, and in company with terror, the baby managed only enough courage to sit up. Cold and alone, he had remained in his hiding place, praying for his mother to come find him. Something inside of the tiny dragon knew that he would never see his mother again; fighting against the loud crashing of thunder, he wailed in heart-breaking sorrow until fatigue overcame him.
It was too cute XD
How can they lay gigantic eggs? 
That's just messed up...