Introduction

In Viking times, on a Viking island, a beautiful Viking woman was in a fierce battle against a dragon. Dragons were like mosquitoes on this island, harming anything they could. The dragons would come to the village to create havoc for its inhabitants. But these people were very stubborn. They would fight the dragons with all their will power. Like this woman was. She took her muscular arms to lift a huge hammer, and swung it into the beast's nose. And the crying, coming for her infant boy she kept in a swing on her back, would only attract more dragons. But she kept on fighting, hammering and punching and kicking. Anything to keep her village safe. She knocked a blue dragon with spikes on its tail on the snout, making it howl in pain. But it quickly came back to its senses, and gave out a loud roar. Before the woman could react she was surrounded by dragons. Tall and slim, short and long, tallish and stout. There were so many if you were in a fight with a different beast it would loose interest in you and head over to the rest of the dragons. They all surrounded her, and she just continued going in circles, predicting which one would strike first. Then it happened. Someone was trying to get into the ring of dragons to save her yelled "Night Fury!" followed by "get down!" There was a high pitched screech, like there was something comes at the speed of sound towards you. The woman was lifted into the air, screaming and kicking, at a hundred miles per hour. The strange creature that had lifted her into the air had extremely sharp talons, but strangely she couldn't fell them in her back, but felt a tugging around her waist.

Her heart stopped.

This devil had its claws wrapped around her son. How could she have forgotten about him? She carefully slipped out of the sling, still holding on though. She turned around so she could see her kidnapper. Then she made the mistake of looking down. She was hundreds of feet above the ground, or ocean really. If she fell the cold water would feel like knives in her skin, she would either drown or freeze or both.

Ignoring the istant death option, the woman looked up to barely see anything,only an outline of the dragon her people called Night Fury. No one has ever seen one and lived to tell the tale. And at that realization she knew to night would be the night she died. She accepted this fate as her own, but not as her son's. she looked up at the dragon and said " give him back you lousy good for nothin' coward!"

The Fury looked down and she gasped. Its eyes were as clear as day, a stringy patteren of lime green. So stunning, the woman had no other choice but to let her mouth hang open and her eyes peeled.

The dragon looked down at her, snorted in disgust, and dropped the sling.

She could already feel herself falling to her death, when she realized she wasn't moving at all.

Looking up again, she saw that this winged reptile only moved the sling into his or her paw. Sighing in relief, the woman closed her eyes, only opening them again to a face full of fire. And that was her end.

Wow! My first story starterish thingy. I think I did realy well on that. Did you?

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