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The voices. They never leave, and never will. They come with the dragons, and they are the dragons. They speak to me. The enemy speaks with me... Halla Horrendous Haddock The Third has always been...different. Never fitting in with the group. Unnaturally smart, weak and the opposite of a perfect Viking. Little do the people of Berk know there is a much deeper reason she is so strange. Halla's Mother was a hybrid. Descendant of the alphas and Gods. Unfortunately for Halla, that 'gift' has been passed down to her. With wings, tail and ears of a dragon (along with other abilities such as a massive increase with speed and hearing) will Halla ever be able to earn the respect of her village and father? Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable. I only own part of the plot. Also this story will be Toothcup, don't like don't read.
A bad start for a bad day
