Rebirth
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(3rd POV)
On an island once inhabited by a very small group of humans long ago—their presence now all but erased by this point—dragons roamed, living in a healthy semblance of peace with a few occasional territorial disputes now and then. The dragons that inhabited this island were some of the more common ones that could be found throughout the archipelago, such as Monstrous Nightmares, Hideous Zipplebacks, Deadly Nadders and Gronckle.
Though there were two species that were more uncommonly found in the archipelago, one far rarer than the other.
The first was a male Rumblehorn, around the average size of its species, perhaps a bit larger. It occasionally patrols the section of the island that its territory occupied, mainly consuming its usual diet of fish and the occasional chicken.
The other, however... was a Titanwing Night Fury, if someone who knew enough about this species were to take a look, they would be able to find that it was male due to its slim, yet muscular build. The dragon lay on its side within a decently sized cave, fully unconscious, body convulsing as orange stripes began to stretch across his body into a unique pattern.
After a few excruciating minutes, the Titanwing's body finally stilled when his new orange markings finally settled, awakening just as the last scale faded to orange.
(Dark Chaser/Night Fury)
Dark green eyes snapped open as the dragon rapidly moved to stand before falling back down just as quickly. He was breathing so fast that he was on the verge of hyperventilating, slit pupils darting around the den with dazed confusion, widening slightly after taking in the familiar surroundings… before becoming slits again as memories emerged.
They were human memories, there were so many… or they were just too fast? He could barely walk, everything blurring together with his draconic ones. Or was it the dragon's memories blurring with his human ones?
Either way, it was all for nought, as a heavy migraine suddenly rose from the depths of his mind, repeatedly trying and failing to comprehend both sets of memories at once.
It was only once the Titanwing fell to the ground, forced back into unconsciousness as his mind continued its attempt to reorganize itself.
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Hours had passed since he awoke after gaining his new memories, it was a mentally exhausting experience, and he'd rather not experience it again in his current lifetime.
Ah, yes, his current lifetime.
Honestly, he couldn't tell which of the two were his first life, though his human memories, intelligence and personality were a little more dominant than his previous draconian one, not enough to truly dull his draconic instincts. He doesn't yet know if he's kept some of his human traits like his autism, but if he does then he'll find out sooner or later.
The dragon huffed as he raised his right paw closer to his face, clenching it. 'Night Fury, that's what the Vikings of this world call my species.' He snorted briefly. 'Sounds a bit better than Dark Chaser at the very least.' His gaze shifted to the forest outside his den, lips dropping to a small frown.
"What should I even do once my memory finally settles in?" He said aloud, before flinching the moment after at the sound of his voice. He didn't even know that he could still talk, or at least in such a similar way as his human memories depicted, but at the same time he was currently unable to remember what got his… dragon life killed in the first place. Perhaps his human memories are more dominant simply because they weren't as blurred as his dragon ones?
The Night Fury clutched the side of his head with his right paw when a new migraine developed. And he'd just gotten over the previous one, too, how annoying.
Fortunately for him, he was able to remember some of the more important details about this world… his home, whether or not it was his first life's or second's.
How to Train Your Dragon. He remembered that there were three movies, and at least two tv series. 'Maybe three for those as well? I think one was basically just season 2 for the previous one.' He mused. The Titanwing suddenly froze in place as more memories became clearer, this time though, they mostly belonged to his dragon half. But he still got some more useful information from his other half's memories.
Just how many times will he be mentioning that word, hmm? Not like there's a better word for it. Scratch that, there probably is and he just can't remember.
The dragon shook his head, the tired expression on his face becoming more prominent. 'I'm going back to sleep, willingly this time.' He stated mentally, dragging his feet as he walked further into his den, taking note of the intense feeling of hunger as his stomach rumbled.
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"Cinderwing…." He muttered the name aloud, the dragon had spent more time than he'd like to admit coming up with a new name for himself. Not long after he woke up, either, he supposed that was something else he'd kept from his human life. "That will work for now. Though if I was a female I would go for Ashtail."
Cinderwing glanced down at his reflection in the water, staring intently at his orange markings. He was still a bit baffled by them, from his draconic memories, Cinder knew that he never had them before, yet his human ones told him that very little was known about a Night Fury's appearance beyond Toothless. Not including fan made designs.
Eyes narrowing, Cinderwing shot a small marble sized ball of plasma into the water, splashing it all over his body and the ground. Blinking to get the water out of his eyes, Cinder just stared at the river blankly. 'That was stupid.' He glanced over to the side of the river bed, then began to charge a plasma shot at full power, holding the energy within his maw before firing it into the forest.
He watched with amazed wonder as the plasma blast—his plasma blast—tore through the trees with ease, before finally hitting a boulder, shattering it. 'Damn. And from what I remember, I should be able to channel lightning through my body as well.' He mused.
Cinder frowned when his stomach growled for what felt like the hundredth time since he woke up, looking up at the sky, he felt his wings spreading out from instinct alone, crouching down as reasonably low as he could before jumping up at the same time he flapped his wings, launching himself into the air.
It was exhilarating, the feeling of the air passing over his scales, the freedom of being released from the constraints that gravity held on him.
Well, most of them at least, as once he had reached a certain level of height, his tail couldn't help but begin to wag with excitement, which had caused the unfortunate effect of him losing control. He spun out of control, falling back toward the ground, though luckily for him, his instincts quickly took hold once more and Cinder angled his body to enter a proper nose-dive.
He couldn't help but smile with immense joy at the rush of plummeting towards the ground at high speeds. Just as he was closing in, seemingly about to crash into the forest below, Cinderwing spread his wings to pull up just above the trees, a violent wake-bend rippling through the treeline, with the larger ones shuddering after snapping back into place.
It was a few minutes later when Cinderwing finally landed on the soft grass of a small clearing. "Whoo!" Cinder breathed out, only just noticing how his legs were shaking. He winced slightly, flying would take some getting used to, especially since non-flying mammalians had, at the very least, some fear of heights.
'Yeah, I think I'll stick to the ground for the most part.' He inhaled deeply, holding his breath until his legs stopped shaking, and only then did he exhale. "Okay…." He mumbled, beginning to fidget with a pebble. "By the large ass snowy mountain, I am most likely on Dragons Edge," Cinder mused aloud. "There's also the cliff edge that the Dragon Riders built most of their huts on—or at least nearby—but since they are clearly not here, I can't really tell because I don't really know what the cliff looked like before."
Cinderwing tilted his head in thought. "Or I'm on a completely different island that has a striking resemblance to Dragons Edge." Humming, the Night Fury looked up from his temporary fidget toy to gaze at the setting sun. "I should go back home, it's pretty late." He murmured, before taking a brief look over at his body. "Then again, I'm a Night Fury; a more or less nocturnal dragon." He shook his head. "No, I'm going to sleep, but tomorrow I should probably do some sort of training to get used to my body, so I'm not relying purely on instincts alone."
Cinderwing spread his wings in preparation for flight, but paused before pulling them back in, deciding to walk back to his den instead.
Definitely not because he still had a few remnants of his human side's fear of heights. Definitely not.
(End)