Night Fury's Wrath

Chapter 1: The Winds of Life [Part 1]

-Hello, everyone! It has finally begun! Welcome to the first—real—chapter of the sequel! Let's get to it!

But first, just as a fair warning, this first chapter will start out somewhat dark, but I assure you it will not stay that way. Before that happens, though, there will be a little rhyme that gives a few hints about what this story will entail... *Cue evil grin*

Remember, the first three chapters will mostly be a reintroduction to the characters and what their lives are like now, but some parts still tie-in with the plot. The story's real plot will begin in chapter four. Also, the first few chapters won't be like the long ones you saw near the end of NFV, only about four-thousand words or higher for now, but they will get longer later. 

Now, without further ado... enjoy Night Fury's Wrath!

-NFD

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(*—*)

We have seen the powers of life and death,

And know our fates to be true,

But with our last breath,

We will be gods anew!

(*—*)

The late leaf-fall-season brought with it slightly colder winds that felt more taxing than what I've endured these past few moon-cycles. My weakness to the cold-season's lower temperatures never seemed to go away, though it was far less severe than it used to be. Fortunately, my journey wasn't spent freezing my wings off, thanks in part to the dragon flying at my side.

This journey was a last-minute decision without a solid destination in mind. My parents both agreed that my 'condition' was getting worse every night that I stayed home, so it was in the span of merely an hour that I was sent off the island entirely. My brother, Vaskr, could shrug off the insults and bullying with an ease that I was jealous of—not to mention the Soulfire to scare away any abuse—, so as far as I knew, he was okay.

Of course, there was no way under the Moon above that my father, Auroon, would ever let me go out on my own. My near-death experience when I was assaulted happened four season-cycles ago—I had turned seven earlier this leaf-fall-season—but Dad's protective demeanor around me hasn't diminished even slightly. Although, that might've been thanks to a few close-calls on my life...

Still, I wasn't going to complain about it. I loved having Dad around; he seemed to understand me like nobody else ever did. I felt ashamed to admit it, but I enjoyed his company more than my Mom, Stormfly. Obviously, I loved my Mom with all my heart, but there was something with Dad that just... clicked. I didn't understand it when he explained something about a 'Bond,' but I didn't care either. It just felt right. I never had to explain myself when I asked strange questions or did something odd—which happened a lot—, he just accepted it without a trace of judgment.

When I fell into a much darker part of my life, Dad was there. Even when I started hitting, yelling, and sobbing because I'd listened to what the bad dragons said about me, he didn't give up on me. Then, when I was finally old enough to understand what 'object for pleasure' meant—one of the things my first assaulters said to me—, I hit rock bottom. I was utterly destroyed; I treated my body like crap, I barely ate anything, and I sometimes walked around aimlessly with a scarily empty head. I got sick often.