6Long ago, in a far-off land, existed a group of mighty dragons, far stronger than any of the other breeds. They kept to themselves, knowing the other dragons were naturally jealous of their power.
They were a humble lot, only showing pure respect for each other. Each dragon had their job to do and did it for the benefit of their nest. To put it lightly, they were happy. They males took the role of defending and hunting, while the females did everything else. It seemed to be a natural instinct within the males, that they just needed to protect first, and everything else came after. Or maybe it was just their appearance.
The females were beautiful and sleek and grew to a comfortable adult size of a large Nightmare. They didn't have many horns or 'spikes', with the fins on their back being the only sharp, extrusion on their body. They stood proudly on four legs with their wings tucked but high. The necks were long as well as their tail which was nearly double their body length. They had a natural color of whites, grays, and browns.
Males were different, although their body shape has the same, four legs, two wings, long tail, long neck, they were on average another half the females size. Some had tusks, and some had a crown of horns like a Nadder. But the least typical of the males had two horns that extruded horizontally out the back of their head and curved up at the tip. These rarer males were often seen as the more desirable of the males. Males had natural colors of blacks, grays, browns, and whites.
But there was a more rare breed of male, a gene only located on the Y chromosome. The gene was highly recessive, causing it to be extremely rare, often there being only one in the nest. The males in question, if they had the gene, had the standard appearance of a less typical male, with two horns. One of the few notable differences were that the male would be twice the size of any others of their species. They had the same ability as the Changewing, had flame hotter than lightning and had many more subtle skills. But their personality was something to die for. The one downside is that they use a lot of energy to use their natural abilities, other females and males often find the lone dragon resting, or sleeping, and in some cases, find his secret hiding spot where he will hibernate for the winter.
This group of dragons in question were known as Dark Dragons. They were friendly dragons, often trying to make peace with the recently civilized Humans. But the humans were either afraid or were seeking the fame and glory that came with slaying a Dark Dragon.
Regular dragons grew jealous of their power, and eventually began to fight the Dark Dragons, and the Innocent Darks' didn't know what they did wrong. Hundreds of years past and finally the Dragons had pushed the Darks' to their central most nest. Many of the male Darks' had died while defending the females and hatchlings.
But the dragons alpha's, known to humans as, the Red Death and her mate, had come personally to destroy the remaining Darks'. The males battled the Deaths to give all the females and hatchlings their chance to flee safely.
The Darks' had one advantage to the alphas. They had one of the rare breeds. He was only born twenty years before. The only issue was, it was the middle of winter, and he was in the deepest of hibernation, something that was not his choice. The males were just trying to hold off the alphas, while the last of the female still in the nest, awoke him.
Using their fire, they females desperately tried to wake him. One of the males outside leads the rest. His name was Mithril. He watched as his friends fall from those beasts.
But hope won out for the Darks', and when the Red Death released a mighty roar, it woke the Rare, who stood and answered with one of his own. Taking wing, the Rare engaged in single battle with the Red Deaths mate. The battle raged on, and the Red Death single-handedly defeated the last remaining males. As for the Rare, he fought on, now having to fight against two Alpha Deaths.
The battle raged on, two versus one, yet they were locked in a stalemate. But the rare knew the stalemate would grow sour. The air was cold, too cold for a rare breed to stay awake too long in. Soon he would become tired and enter forced hibernation. It's one of the major downsides about rare breeds. He knew he was going to have to sacrifice himself, and with one last push, he activated his people ancient power, summoning a portal, and dragged the Red Deaths mate as well as himself down into it.
Silenced reigned. The Red Death shocked that she lost her partner, slunk back off to her nest, her dragon hoard following close behind.
When a group of the females returned in the search for any survivors, they only found death. All the bodies of the males lay rotting; blood pooled around them. All but one. The Rare, whose location was unknown.
With their male population decimated, the females moved on, with their hatchlings, six of whom were the only males left. They all moved far north, into the ice, where dragons aren't often known for going. There, they stayed in hiding, their male population taking a massive toll. There weren't many Darks' left, and they were dwindling. What little hope they had, was fading.
But after a few hundred years, a rumor came to the nest. In a vast, far off land covered in ice and snow. A land where there is no sunlight during the winter and sunshine all day for summer. There lay a massive skeleton of a dragon. There was more to it; it was said that in a cave, under the ice lay a Rare, stuck in eternal hibernation, unable to wake up due to the cold.
The Rare was the Darks' new hope. Another male. A Dragon that could teach the current males everything they need to know. They just needed to find him.
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"If it is, in fact, true, then we have to make this our top priority!" One middle age dragoness argued.
"We cannot divert resources to such a fruitless search, especially with winter right around the corner!" An elderly dragoness retorted.
"That's my point! It will be summer there, and if we find him, we can use the summer sun to warm him up!" The dragoness countered.
"We need as many females to keep watch over the forming male factions." Another female added. "Several factions are growing restless with others."
"At the moment. several factions still side with us." One dragoness commented, receiving nods and hums in reply.
Terra had grown tired of these constant arguments. Frankly, she had grown sick of a lot of things, her cacophony of suitors was one of many. Yes, she was beautiful, but she was young, she was only four hundred years old! She wants to go on an adventure. See the world! She doesn't want to sit in these long winded meetings...
"So it is decided then we will send one dragon to travel south and find this Rare, bring him back and in the hopes we can get him to unite this nest again…" The elder started.
"I'll do it!" Terra Interrupted, maybe a little too enthusiastically. She quickly drew a massive amount of attention to herself, making her look down, pawing the ground nervously. She had no idea what came over her. "I-I-I mean, um, I can do it, you know, if you let me."
Several dragonesses shared smiles with each other, knowing the young dragonesses thirst for adventure. "Well." The elder dragoness smirked. "We better ask your mother first, don't you think?" Terra nodded.
On the highest platform, a resting dragon stirred. "Terra." The voice was soft, and it reverberated around the room. All the dragonesses turned and bowed to the large female dragon, who rose. Murmurs flowed through the room.
"M-my queen." Terra bowed
"Everyone, leave us." The queen said. Everyone quickly filed out, leaving the queen and Terra alone. "Terra…" The queen began.
"My queen, please." Terra begged, sure she wanted to adventure, but there was another reason why she wanted to go. "I really want to…"
"Terra." The queen interrupted. "We are alone, do not be afraid."
Terra looked down in shame. "Yes. mother" Terra looked back up at her mother. "Please. I've been itching to leave the nest. To explore!"
The queen saw the glint in Terra's eye, the same glint that Terra's friend once shared. "Are you sure that's the only reason why?" Her mother questioned. Terra was shocked, but hid it behind a facade of confusion.
"What do you mean, mother?" Terra questioned, knowing where this was going.
"There has not been a Rare born in hundreds of years, the last one was your friend. A very special friend, if I remember correctly." The queen began, she stepped off the platform and started proudly walking towards Terra. "We never did find him. And the fact that there's a skeleton of a Death, and a hibernating Rare nearby, you have believed you have connected the dots." The queen giggled. "Four hundred years doesn't change hearts, does it." Terra blushed.
"I don't know what are insinuating." Terra turned away from her mother. "I-I'm just wanting to go an adventure, explore the world and help the nest all in one." Terra explained, her back still facing her mother. Her mother circles round to face Terra.
"You still miss him, even after four hundred long years." The queen mused, using her paw to life Terra's chin to look at her. "You can't fool me Terra."
"I have this feeling mother. Like this is something I should do, I have this feeling this is him." Terra said. "I know he survived. He was smart enough and powerful enough to fight off that beast, and create a way for him to survive till he was found."
The Queen giggled. "You think very highly of him, but every thinks highly of the one they love."
"I know he would fight he has reason to, right?" Terra paused, and looked to her mother.
"You know in your heart he did, and still does, you know he was fighting for you." The queen reassured.
Terra nodded, her head dropping, a tear falling from her face. "I hope it's him."
"I will let you go. Bring him back, not only for us, but for you Terra."
Terra was dumbfounded. "Why for me?"
The queen giggled. "You are lonely Terra, yet you deny every suitor you have had. Why? Because you hold out hope he is still alive." Terra didn't respond. "Terra. Go to Berk. They are the only human colony with a map large enough to cover lands to the south. That should give you a boost."
"What!? Isn't Berk a dragon hating Viking town?" Terra asked.
"No, Berk has become a friendly to dragons. Search for the one they call 'Hiccup'. He has a Night Fury brother, who is never far from him." The queen said. "Now go, on your adventure, Terra."
Terra turned and bounded out of the cave, launching high into the air, the cold air of the arctic north, hitting her scales hard. Her anxiousness and excitement for adventure made her squeal. So she pushed on.
"I'm coming for you Sol" She whispered.
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*A/N. Hey guys.
I am sorry for being gone for so long. But My excuse: School!
Now to cut right to the point. THis will be a short story that will temporarily cover for Pearlescent Skies, which now has an extended Hiatus. Slash Cry.
But now I back, but my life is a bit unpredictable at the moment so I may disappear randomly for about a month. Don't worry, I have a fan who keeps making me promise to not abandon these.
I will post more updates on my update story; Shades and Tones.
Attero.