I have decided that everything I watch a new movie, or read a new book, I must write a story for it, even if it is just a one shot. Guess what? I just saw 'How to Train Your Dragon'…for the second time…

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A branch snapping. Frantic scratching. A low howl. A disappointed whimper. I whipped my head around. The sounds were coming from just beyond the clearing I just left. I listened again. Loud beating. More claws. A splash. Raising my axe, I cautiously approached a small crack in the mountainous wall. Light blinded me for a second, before allowing me to adjust. It seemed just like a little forest, complete with a lake, trees, rocks, a dragon, fish- Wait. A dragon? I gripped the wooden handle a little harder. A large black reptile, resembling a salamander shook itself off and stretched its wings. It launched itself off its rock, flapping furiously. It didn't get far, however, before some outside force brought it back down.

I ran my hand across the rock, finding a larger space. I could probably squeeze through, if I left my axe. I thought about it. I would never leave my weapon when approaching a dragon! I didn't even have- a shield! Wedged into my crevice was a shield. I leaned back, bringing the full power of my kick into the painted wood. It broke in half. Just. My. Luck. I picked up the half still joined with the leather strap. Before I could raise it to block my face, though, a large whoosh caught me off guard. Within seconds the dragon was over me, pinning me under its claws. I felt around my waist for my knife, but couldn't reach it. I concentrated on my breathing, and not getting my ribs crushed. Dragons always go for the kill. I looked up. I haven't ever seen a dragon like this. It looked me in the eyes, bearing a mouth full of teeth. I squeezed my eyes shut, turning to the side. I am going to die, I am going to die, I am going to die. I braced myself for the tearing of teeth on flesh, the ripping of claws on skin, the crunch of bones under weight. Nothing. I took in a shaking breath. Opening one eye a millimeter, I saw the sky. No dragon. I slowly pulled myself to my feet. A hundred yards away, a boy tossed fish into the Dragon's toothless mouth. Toothless? Wait. I caught my breath, raised the shield, and advanced towards the Dragon. Who could possibly be so insane as to feed a dragon. Especially an unknown one. I rolled behind a rock when the boy and dragon turned my way. I stayed there for a count of ten, before standing up. I was almost knocked over by the dragon actually flying. Someone called out a whoop of success before disappearing over the rim. I shut my eyes tight, then opened them. This definitely wasn't a dream.

I sat there, pinned to the rock, staring at the sky. Moments, hours, maybe, passed. It was almost dark when the dragon returned. It was practically invisible against the night sky, save for something white tied to its tail. It landed where it took off. The boy slid off, and jogged to the tail. He unclipped the thing from the dragon, patted it on the head, and ran in my direction, disappearing through the crevice I entered in. He turned back (I slunk back behind the rock). The light from the dragon's fire caught his face for a minute. Ever since he rode that dragon, Hiccup has been insanely more attractive.