"Lycanwings, a myth? Maybe to most, but some know the truth, these dragonoid like creatures. Humans to most, unless they show you their true form. A humanoid figure that looks like a dragon.

"Unlike the myth, Lycanwings are born, a mutation in their DNA, what made this mutation Is unknown but only if we can recreate, maybe we could win this war. Take our planet back from those demons of another world" a man spoke, his black hair turn grey.

"And what exactly are you implying?" Another man questioned, younger than the other. "That gene died out when the dragons left the earth, if you even if you believe that dragons and lycanwings even exist and not just an old wise tail" he sat back on his chair, as the roof above them shook, dirt feel down.

"I rather give that ago then let this world crumble" He stood up, heading to a machine that was at the fair end of the room, the others watched in curiosity, as he turned it on "A Time Machine" He annoyed as it booted up. "I will return shortly, with our answer! Our Salvation" He walked through.

"He is  insane right?" A female questioned.

"Yeah" the male replied, "He could be dead" He suggestion. "Wouldn't be the worst thing" they looked at him, nodding in agreement. The man came back through the machine, fuming in anger. "Didn't go as planned?"

"Those bastard creatures, They refused to help us out, I found the strongest Lycans and they refused" He walked around "No I wont stand for this" He annoyed "I will make them pay"

OoO

Dragon raids were common on the small island of Berk, this night was no different, there were dragon coming to fire, but this night was different, there were dragons who didn't attack or breath fire. They acted as if they were looking for something. This happened occasionally when the new generation was born, not always. The dragons would make their way into the homes containing newborns, the young were never harmed and the dragons would leave as soon as the parents returned. It was strange to say the least. This time it was only two dragons one was a young Broadwing Nadder, its colors were purple and red, gender unknown; the other dragon was an unknown black dragon, who kept to the shadows.

The houses they were targeting? The Hofferson's who had a young month old known as Astrid; the other was the Chief's who's wife gave birth to twins, only a week old, yet to have their naming ceremony, it normally takes place when the infant is three days old but with twins and premature babies they give them a week to grow and see if they would survive.

The parents of the young leave their newborns and children inside. Why they doo this? Maybe believing they would be safe, tucked away asleep while the raid starts. The black dragon kept to the shadows letting out a roar to the Nadder who gave a roar back, they headed to their targeted home. The black dragon made its way to the home, sneaking up to the window popping it open with its nose, sneaking into the home, it looked around, it was upstairs, it headed down, seeing the crips. Its eyes widen. Twins. It growled, walking down looking around, walking up to them, they were so small and helpless. It sniffed them both, not waking them.  The door opened, it turned and ground curling its tail around the cribs, eyes sooting when it realized it was the mother. Had she it come in? Mothers instincts? She looked young. Was she ready for children? Maybe not, hard to tell.

The mother, looked at the dragon, it was hard to tell the species with the glow of the torch light, she lowered the guard looking at the dragon, it wasn't harming them? Curious? No. Protecting "Your protecting them? Why? Are they in danger?" The dragon nodded. She looked around. In danger. There had been children who had been going missing. Stolen during the night without a warning.

"Why are you protecting them?" The female asked carefully. The dragon looked at the infants . They had their reasons. Not that humans would understand. The dragon caught a scent . It growled . This was the first time the dragon had caught this scent .

The scent was of a rotting corpse, but yet it smelt so unnatural and unfamiliar . So wrong. The human smelt it too covering her mouth " what is that" she gaged. She looked around to see where that smell was coming from. She spotted in the shadows . A figure that was dripping black ooze from its body. Its body snapped as it straightened into a more human shape. "What on Thor's name?" She gasped taking a step back gripping hold of the sword. The dragon growled flaring its nostrils. It shot a plasma like blast towards the figure. It vanished at the last moment before approaching in front of the human. It cocked its head. This thing had deep black eyes, like it was soulless. It lifted an arm and flung it up causing the human to go flying out the door.

It turned to the dragon who stood there in a protective stance. The noise stirred the infants who started to make a noise. The dragon looked behind it to see another one of these soulless creatures. It growled . Of cause it would come in twos but no the dragon wouldn't give in without a fight.

Outside the woman laid there in shock . She never seen such a creature and why would the dragon want to help protect her children. Why did they even want them? "Valka!" She heard her name being called , turning to her husband "What Happened?" He helped her to her feet

She tried to speak nothing came out she didn't know how to explain what had happened. Stoick get the sound of a blast . "Dragons!" He Rushed towards the home. Valka coming back into her senses, running after him.

"Stoick wait" she spoke up as she reached the door to see nothing but broken furniture. Her eyes went to the cribs " no" she looked around . Did the dragon lose? She hoped not she saw the black dragon in the shadows limping and bleeding . It moved away to show one of infants crying " Hiccup" she spoke and looked to the dragon who had sorrow in its eyes . " go" Valka spoke the dragon nodded before leaving.

Stoick hadn't spotted the dragon. Just saw the carnage. "That beast will pay" He spoke, Valka took hold of the tiny infant.

"It wasn't the dragon, the dragon is the reason, we still have our son" Stoick looked at her. Right their children they only been alive for 6 days, they were still coming to terms with being parents, he walked over to her.

"Is he hurt?" He questioned as she cradled the babe, trying to calm him down. She shook her head. "Good" He spoke before looking for the one. The man searched the house, no where to be found. "That beast stole our child" He fumed.

"No, did you not hear me the first time the dragon saved him! It was out numbered, those things took our child"

"dragons protecting us? Please your eyes were playing tricks."

OoO

The dragon flew miles away from Berk to Dragon island, landing near a nest, it sniffed the nest, a young dragon slept. The dragon cooed, the hatchling opened its eyes. The broadwing gave the hatchling a sad look, giving the its child a lick, before laying down, the hatchling gave a confused look, but laid next to the wounded dragon curling up to get the warmth.

The hatchling stayed there all night, waking up to the touch of coldness, it went closer to the dragon, it was cold, he gave a whimper, before trying to bite the ear of the corpse, no response. It looked up when it heard foot steps, seeing a Nadder, the dragon gave it a sorrow look before nudging it to follow. The hatchling looked at the other then to the broadwing, doing what it was told, looking back to the dragon.

AN: Hey all!! I hope you're all doing well! Sorry for no stories updates. I a really sorry but these something wrong in my head, causing seizures, I am getting tests done for it. Finally my meds are working and i am somewhat feeling like myself, so thats something!! don't expect fast updates like i said i am not great right now and i have work and uni will be starting up soon, plus all my other things going on.

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~ SoulFury