Hey everyone! I've finally worked up the nerve to think of another story, and this one just came up. I know what you're probably thinking. 'Oh GREAT. Another Toothless PoV.' But this is MY version (That was cheesy), and each PoV is different in their own way. I'm going to do a whole series on this with EVERY SINGLE HTTYD digital thing or whatnot. I'm skipping the specials though. Anyway, hope you

Enjoy!

I was flying over the water yet again.

I can't even remember how long I've been doing these raids with my fellow slaves. Too many to count, that's for sure. I skimmed the water, brushing the tip of my wings against it.

Many winged broke off of the flock to attack other villages, but we had enough for the next two Two-Leg islands. When we reached a certain point, my group leader broke off, leading his winged away from the other group. We were still a sizable amount, large enough to cause three-quarters damage to the Two-Leg's flimsy wooden caves.

We headed silently towards one of the stronger islands. The sun was setting. We made camp on a group of sea stacks near the village, waiting for nightfall.

Our leader shrieked to all of us winged. *Listen up! I need a few winged as scouts to see if this batch of Two-Legs has gotten any stronger.* A flame-scale and three spine-tails walked to the front of the line. They were clearly nervous, as usually only one scout came back alive. And those were on the good days.

Our leader talked to them separately and wished them luck. They flew off, the sun still on their backs. We watched them go. Our leader started talking again.

*Spine-tails. I need you on living cloud duty. Snatch as many as you can. Rockys, you're on fish patrol. Two-heads. You guys gotta blow up the caves. The more time it takes them to rebuild, the better. Flame-scales, Kill, Kill, Kill. You guys are the brute force of the raid. Defend your fellow winged backs. And Plasma, take out those rock throwers. You are the only one that's best for it. Thank Draconomen the Queen allowed you into our group tonight. They had a lot of time to rebuild the rock throwers since your last attack. Two-Legs have been killing us left and right. Everyone understand?* *Yes* replied the group.

The winged nearest me looked at me with envy. It was clear that I was the Queen's best weapon.

The Two-Legs had been so stupid that in the beginning, they were running like chickens when they saw my purple fire blasting through the night.

And since I was the only one, I was even better than everyone else. I do wish there were more Plasmas though.

Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice two scouts come back; the flame-scale with a dead cloud, the spine-tail with a deep would on her side. The flame-scale quickly reported that there were very little changes, just a bit of a bigger weapon generator. This cave was made of a stronger material, so it was harder to destroy.

The spine-tail's mate ran out and paid his respects. Every winged knew a wound like that was fatal. The leader let the spine-tail couple stay together in her last hours as the rest of us flew off.

I banked away from the group and soared up into the clouds. The wind felt cool. Winter was coming soon. My wings brushed against clouds. It was night, and I was practically invisible.

I wanted to start killing Two-Legs now, but I knew that wasn't my job. The Queen would never let me switch jobs, but even She respected me to a small point.

The smell of smoke hit the air, and I had even more cover as the fire burned, feeding off of the wooden caves. Then I heard it. The thud of a rock and the screech of winged as they were hit. I turned towards the sound and dove. The wind whistled in my ear-nubs and brushed over my sleek, black body.

As I built up the plasma blast in my stomach, a strange whistling sound was made. I never understood why.

Clearing the clouds and smoke, I had a clear view of the offending rock thrower. I released the plasma blast.

When I swerved away, I saw all the winged take advantage of my shot. Every single time I made the whistling sound, I heard the Two-Legs shout and saw them duck. This left them vulnerable, and flame-scales fell upon the clumps.

I readied a second shot and dove, for the first had not destroyed the rock thrower completely. I released and flew back up into the clouds. I glanced behind me and saw the whole top half of the rock thrower fall away and crumble. That would take weeks to rebuild.

A few minutes passed. No more rock thuds. No more screaming winged. We were winning this raid. But I was bored now.

My job was over quickly, and I wanted to do something else. I usually had more to do, but as of right now, I couldn't do anything. I considered hunting for fish, but I wasn't very hungry.

As I rode the wind currents, I spied an empty rock tower to the left, far away from the village. This was probably going to be the first part of an expansion. I sighed. That would make raids on this island harder.

Why not destroy the tower? Without really thinking, I rose up and dove. I blasted the tower, then heard a very soft –ping-.

I didn't think of i-"HOLY DRACONOMEN! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" I roared into the night.

I was wrapped up in some sort of net, and I couldn't get free. I was hurtling down fast towards a group of trees. I shrieked and wriggled, trying to saw the nets. This resulted in a burning pain on my right tail fin. Or was it left? I was in too much pain to think too hard. I stopped struggling, not wanting to make the pain worse.

The trees rushed up to meet me. I hit the ground. Hard. Everything went black.

Yes, it's short. But this is just the first chapter. Aren't most first chapters short anyway?