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The Dragon Girl 2

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~On some random island~
I yawned as I woke up that morning.
Snuggling up against the warmth coming from my dragon, I then jumped awake when my senses immediately woke up.
Taking a moment to take everything in, I then smiled and relaxed.
I was free. I was away from that horrible place that had held me and Tiana hostage.
Thank the gods that Gronckle had gotten loose and spat its fire at the metal cell door that kept me imprisoned. And that the guards were too busy with wrangling attacking dragons to notice that I was breaking Tiana free before making an escape.
At thinking of the baby dragon, I sat up and looked for the little black hatchling.
I then smirked as I saw Tiana was on Striker’s head, limbs sprawled out over his face and snoozing peacefully.
Chuckling a bit, I then got up and stretched, being careful not to disturb my dragons.
I then carefully stepped over Striker’s tail and went over to where he had dropped my stuff.
Thank the gods again that the Terror’s managed to find all of my belongings.
Everything was here.
My bag of supplies, my archery set I made myself, and a trench coat that I crafted with a pouch sewn into the back to carry Tiana in. The pouch even had slits in it so she could stretch her wings and not feel cramped.
Grabbing the bag, I then stood and went over to where Striker rested his head on the ground.
“Hey. Hey Striker?” I whispered as I tickled his nose, the only way I could wake him.
His nostrils twitched before he did and he started shifting as he woke up.
I then quickly moved to hold his head down before he could lift it. “Don’t move. Tiana is on your head.”
The Skrill groaned and opened his forest green eyes. “Valkari? Why’d you wake me up?”
“To let you know I’m gonna go bathe.” I said as I stroked his scalely head. “I probably smell disgusting to you right now.”
Striker took a few sniffs and then twitched his head away from me. “Ugh yeah. You reek of their stench, dragon blood and filth.”
I chuckled a bit. “And that’s why I’m gonna go bathe.” I said as I patted his cheek. “You watch Tiana alright?”
“Will do Valkari.” He murred as he then curled back up and went back to sleep.
Chuckling a bit more, I then left the dragon to sleep, leaving the cave.
There was a dense forest outside the cave we had slept in. The air smelt fresh and clean here.
Back in that prison, it just smelled…..well exactly how Striker described my scent. But at least I was able to breathe here on whatever island w he had landed on.
Taking a deep inhale and sighing softly, I went out into the forest looking for a water source.
Which actually didn’t take long to find, because a few minutes later, I heard running water.
Cutting through the brush, I smiled when I came upon a pool at the base of a waterfall.
“Finally.” I sighed as I set down my bag. “A chance to bathe.”
Setting down my bag, I then stripped off my clothing.
Which consisted of an off white wool tunic, tan leather pants, elbow length fingerless leather gloves, a belt and fur boots.
Once I was stripped down to my undergarments, I stepped into the cool water until thigh deep before diving into the waters.
As I swam, I went through my life as I could remember it.
I wasn’t raised by humans. No I was raised by dragons. Have been as far back as I could remember.
My father is Redscale the Monstrous Nightmare. My mother is Pinecone the Deadly Nadder.
Mother found me when I was just a babe in a barrel of fish she had stolen from some human settlement on an island. She told me that when she saw me in the pile of fish, staring up at her with my bright green eyes, she felt this need to protect me.
Like any mother would do.
So, Pinecone took me under her wing and raised me, naming me Valkari, since she didn’t know what the humans had named me beforehand.
Redscale wasn’t too happy about there being a human in the nest. When I was able to walk, he tried to get rid of me by just dropping me outside a human village.
But I didn’t go to it. I turned and found my way back to the nest.
Father did this three more times until he just gave up and let me stay.
Mostly because mother nearly whipped her spikes at him and a few got him in his tail.
Plus he soon realized the benefits of raising a human. They had someone to communicate with to the humans that came near the nest.
There was a benefit for me too.
As a result of growing up with dragons, I learned how they spoke. I can understand any dragon as if they were human.
Dragons didn’t speak with just grunts, growls, roars, and snarls. They had a more intellectual and diverse language that no ordinary human could even begin to understand.
At least unless they were raised by them like me.
But at some point, I did have to venture into the human village Redscale tried so many times to leave me at.
There, I learned things dragons couldn’t teach me.
I took up archery, hunting with the arrow, sewing, and leatherworking.
That’s how I made my cloths and the saddle that was on Striker. Whatever animal I could find to sustain myself, I skinned and used their hides to make my cloths.
And going into that village turned out to be a good thing. Or bad thing considering how I came upon Striker.
It turned out that this village was under the attack of dragons not from my nest.
These dragons were more savage. More deadly. They attacked anything they could and stole any and all food they could find. The humans would then attack and occasionally capture whatever dragons they could.
I snuck in to their arena once and was just appalled at what I found.
Dragons kept in chains, chained up and bolted down to keep them in their cages.
And during the day, the humans would either use the dragons to train their young or just kill them for honor.
What sort of madness is there to kill a dragon that was terrified and pleading for its life?! Not that these savages could hear the pleas. All they heard were the snarls. But I heard the pleas that were so desperate that it broke my heart.
During one raid, while I was hiding in the line of trees, watching in horror as the humans shot down the dragons with either nets or catapults, a Skrill was snagged out of the sky with a steel forged net.
The dragon was dazed from the sudden yank to the ground and didn’t have time to recover before the humans found and pounced him.
As I soon watched him be dragged away, I felt enraged that this was happening to my kin.
I had to save this Skrill before something happened to him. I couldn’t let him be used for training or be killed for some…..ridicules notion of honor!
So later that night, when the raid was over and things had calmed down, I asked a Gronckle to help me save the Skrill from such a terrible fate.
We flew in, I snuck into the arena, and I broke the lock on the Skrill’s cage and opened the doors.
Now Striker was in his right mind to be terrified of me upon seeing me. But after explaining to him what I was doing, and in dragon speak no less, he cautiously relaxed and let me set him free.
And in doing so, he asked me to free all the dragons that were trapped in their cells.
I did so, soon befriending the Skrill and escaping before the humans could even notice what had happened.
I soon came out of my memories when I felt I needed air and so surfaced.
I didn’t regret my actions back then. Saving Striker felt right. At only eleven years old, I decided to dedicate my life to protecting my family.
During the day, I either stayed in the nest or ventured out to the village for supplies. But at night, Striker and I would fly down and carefully get the dragons out from captivity.
Swimming over to the waterfall, I pulled myself up onto the boulders where the waters hit them.
Unbraiding my long flaming red hair, I cleaned myself under the falls.
As I ran my fingers through my hair, I went into thought about something I occasionally thought about.
Who were my real parents? Where was I from?
I tried asking mother this but not even she remembered.
All she could remember about the day she found me, was that the island was covered in snow and had incredibly tall peaks that nearly reached the sky.
But she did recall that on once particular peak, there was a human nest upon it, looking over the village far far below. The village rested on a cliff and had this wooden structure leading down to the ocean.
And sadly, she didn’t recall exactly where this island was. Seasons change and thus, changes the appearance of the islands the nest would flock to sometimes to gather food.
Course when I started getting excellent in hunting, they had stopped the runs for human food.
My life before dragons was a mystery to me. I didn’t and couldn’t remember any of it. I must have been far to young to recall the face of my human parents.
Sighing, I through the thought aside.
I didn’t really need to know who my human family was. I had the dragons. They were my family.
And after a few months of riding him, Striker didn’t mind at all in me being with him. He didn’t even mind the saddle I had eventually crafted to ride with him better.
Sighing, I then dove back into the pool after I felt I had spent a long enough time under the falls.
Swimming back over to where I left my stuff, I walked out of the water and over to my bag.
I then pulled out a towel and started to dry myself off.
I shivered a bit as a cool breeze turned into a freezing over against my wet skin. So I quickly dried myself off and got redressed.
It was after I was dressed and about to dry off my hair that I froze.
Now with living with dragons all your life, you tend to learn how to trust your instincts.
Namely that if you feel something is off, than something is really off at what’s around you.
So at sensing something wasn’t right, I quickly darted into the trees.
Stuffing the towel into my bag, I quietly slung it over my shoulder and stayed hidden.
I stayed there, hiding behind a tree and observing the area, being as quiet as I could and staying in the shadows of the tree.
And just when I thought it was all clear, I quickly ducked back down.
Because a second later, a group of five dragons flew over head.
Taking a quick glance, I saw it was an odd grouping of one Gronckle, one Zippleback, one Nightmare that looked vaguely familiar, and one Nadder.
But it was the dragon leading the group that had me stunned.
Leading the other four, was a Nightfury. A Nightfury! The same breed as Tiana!
And even more shocking, all five of these dragons had riders!
After they went beyond the crest of the falls, I ran for it and headed back to the cave.
Striker and I had to get out of here and fast. Before we were once again hunted down and captured.
And honestly, I didn’t want to put Tiana through that again.
Here we learn a little of Valkari's life.
what island could her dragon mother possibly have gotten her from? 83

next chapter, Hiccup discovers and is attacked by Valkari.
and it will contain the dragon language!
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This is somewhat related to my fanfic!: www.fanfiction.net/s/9518985/1…