I dug my way out of the molten lava I was encased in as an egg, and reached the surface, flinching as the harsh cold air reached my scales. I relaxed after a sudden warmth flowed through my body, and looked at my surroundings curiously.
There was white stuff- snow. Snow was all around me. I licked it, being the idiot I was. It was cold and melted in my mouth within a second. The snow was delicious, I decided.
I looked up at the sky, at the white dots that twinkled and the giant gleaming orb. The stars and moon.
Slowly, I began unfolding my wings and closed my eyes before taking a leap of faith. Surprisingly, I didn't immediately fall back down, instead gliding.
My stamina wasn't great, but it would get better.
I knew things I shouldn't have, not at this age, but demonfuries need to know this. It would help later in the future.
There was a little buzz in my head, almost instructing me to try and fly again. And I did, improving at an almost alarming rate.
So much has happened since then. That was 50 years ago, and now I'm hearing stories about dragon riders. Life certainly is strange.
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DemonFury (REWRITE)|httyd|
Fanfiction(Y/n) was the last of her kind. The DemonFury is said to have crawled from the pits of hell to punish the bad. If Nightfury's were the unholy offspring of lighting and death, then the DemonFury was the cousin. This became an old wives tale to keep...
