Dragon's LoveWhy didn't I kill it? I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill. Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me. I could have snapped its neck like a twig. Almost did, too. But I didn't.I should have. It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention. I could hardly fly. Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is. Our wings are everything. Hello, wolves? Panthers? Vikings? Other dragons? Dead Night Fury walking! Free meal, come and get it!Then it came back. No, not that! The Viking boy! It wouldn't leave me the hell alone. It started feeding me and it fixed my tail. It kept me alive. Which was very strange. This was a new method I'd never heard of:
Toothless Love: Chapter OneSometimes, I questioned my sanity. I was a Deathly Storm, the most powerful of dragons, the last of my kind!
And I had allowed myself to become attached to a human. And not even a human capable of caring for itself, but a nestling- barely older than a hatchling and not yet close to becoming a fledgling- Viking! He was so thin
A toothpick, really. Hardly any meat on him, not very fast, or strong. But he was my human. He had shot me down, then spared me, and then saved me more than once. He gave me a new name- not anywhere near as beautiful as my real name, but I did find I prefer my new name to my true name regardless- and a new tail fin. The scrap of a Viking had let me fly again and had helped defeat the Green Death. And in the end, that was what lead me to question my sanity the most.Why stay with such a brain-damaged boy? He was no longer just a scrappy nestling who had too much curiosity, but a youngling. He had learned how to fly, and gained confidence, and saved me a