Chapter 1

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Thought / Dreams / Event from the past

[Voice from the past]

"Dialogue"

Letter

Emphasis

Prologue

Who knows that a feeling of admiration could grow simply by watching something? To admire someone you've only ever seen from a far, to feel affection to someone you've never talked to, to love a person without even meeting that someone face to face? If there's someone who would know about it, that someone certainly wasn't the Night Fury, for he only know that such things could happen after he experienced it.

The first time he saw the boy was a few years back, nearly a decade now, during one of the raids. He was destroying one of the things the Vikings used to attack his kind when he his eyes wandering to the ground below, to a certain boy with reddish brown hair and a pair of eyes that were as green as his own eyes. His first thought was 'What is such a small boy doing in the middle of a battle?', just before the boy looking up in his direction.

The boy was only a hatchling in his eyes.

From that day, he watched over the boy out of curiosity. As he watched the boy, admiration began to grow within him, for the boy had many talents in him, talents that his people didn't appreciate. Affection, love, and protectiveness grew later on, without him knowing about it, he already thought of the boy as his own hatchling, his own brother.

He was proud when he witness his hatchling denied his own Sire, firmly stating that he would never slay a dragon unless it's the only thing he could do to survive.

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Have you ever felt as if you don't belong among your own people? Have you ever felt lonely even though you are in a crowd? Have you ever felt suffocated, drowned, when you are living and breathing?

He had, and still is.

He was always different from his people, his tribe, and his own family. Not because his small figure, he had seen many other children who had his figure. Not because he didn't have muscle with him, he did, only people couldn't see it unless he was shirtless. No, it's because he was smart, he was more brain than brawn, as opposed to his tribe where they were more brawn than brain. It's because his way of thought that was different from them, so he could see beyond what they could ever see, he would think beyond what they ever would .

It's because he was different that he refused to take a part in slaying dragons. An activity that they saw as something honorable to do, something heroic, while all they did was killing another living being that was as intelligent as them, a being that has feelings just like them. He refused to be one of them, to be a heartless Dragon Slayer, a brainless Viking. No matter what they said about him, what they did to him, he couldn't care less, because he could see what they couldn't see.

He was proud of himself for that, he refused to be something that he was not, and for that he always felt that he didn't belong there. Always felt lonely while in a crowd. Always felt suffocated and drowned even though he was alive and breathing.

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To be continued . . .

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