"Alyssa!" My father shouted from downstairs. I drew out a sigh and got up from my sitting position in my windowsill, then I walked downstairs. His angry, red face didn't amuse or excite me since I was used to seeing it.

"Where on earth is all of the food going?" He demanded. "You expect us to make it through this condition when you're stuffing yourself to the brim on the food that I, not you, I work so hard to get?!" He shouted at me and jabbed me in the stomach with his plump fingers in my feminine yet powerful body.

"You better tell me right now, you little disease-carrying mongrel!" He shouted while grabbing my hair and yanking me up a little.

"I swear to you that I have nothing to do with the food disappearance." I said a little angrily. I don't like to be aggressively handled and my dad crossed the line every time to where I'd snap at him and get beat or hit him and get beat harder.

Of course, he tossed me across the floor and knelt down to me, picking me up by the collar of my shirt. "You're a terrible liar. Why do you think that Monsterous Nightmare killed your mother that one night? That was all your fault. Trying to help your ungrateful ass. She died for you and you repay me by eating all of the food in the damn house!"

I sighed irritably, "Mom's death wasn't my fault. You kicked her out of the house because you accused her of cheating, I went out to stop her. I tried to save her but there's only so much a six-year-old can do." I said the last words with thick venom. He gave me good, hard smack to the side of the head. "Shut the hell up! Get out of this house!" He shouted, picking me up and shoving me outside.

"But dad, that the ninth time this week." I sarcastically complained just to have a slamming door as a response. "Love you, too!" I called and walked off, over to see a good friend of mine; Gobber.

"Howdy, Gobber." I said, stepping into shop. "Need a hand?" I asked thoughtfully. Gobber pointed a hook at me, "Now, what kind of joke is that, lassie?" He said giving me a soft jab. I picked up a sword, "Not a joke. Just a figure of speech." I began to sharpen the sword.

"Gobber, was my mom's death... my fault?" I asked, my curiosity peeking. He turned around, "Oh, not this again." He said, placing a hand on one of my shoulders, "No matter what that scrap-chomping, man-witch father tells you; her death had absolutely nothing to do with you." He said. "That Monstorous Nightmare came out of nowhere. You know, she loved you very much."

"I know." I said. "But part of me felt like-like I could have helped. I know I was only a kid but ever since that night I've just felt so... guilty. I've felt like a burden to everyone."

"Lassie, stop listening to your father so much. Sure you can be irritable, a little mean, distant and... I'm not helping at all, am I?" Gobber asked. I gave a gesture for him to continue. "It's fine. Go on." I said. "Okay," Gobber said, "Like I was saying, you can be a bit harsh and pretty troublesome but underneath is a-uh... well, I'm not quite sure."

"Thanks for putting that puzzle together for me." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. Gobber walked past me, accidently bumping me and right after he did my hand slipped and I cut my palm right open. "Son of a troll!" I exclaimed. I watched the blood pour out, "Why me?" I asked.

"Hi, Gobber." A kind of nerdy voice said, walking into the blacksmith, I knew it was Hiccup. "Oh, Al. Hey, how are you?" He asked me.

"Bloody." I answered. He looked over my shoulder, "How'd that happen?" I showed the sword's slightly bloody blade, "Gobber bumped me and I sliced my hand open." Hiccup grabbed a clean cloth, "Wrap it up." He said, I smiled at him, "Thanks, Hic."

Hiccup began cleaning the bloodied sword, "Is it deep?" He asked. I looked back at him after wrapping my hand up. "Not really. Just enough to make me bleed. But hey, I'm a Viking. I can pull through worse." I said flexing my left arm, showing a few muscles. He grinned at me, "Good, because I can't have my only friend die." He put the sword away, pulling out other weapons to work on. I smiled as well, "Hey, if I leave you alone than you're pretty much done for." He narrowed his eyes a little, "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked. "Oh, nothing, my good friend. Nothing at all." I said and he rolled his eyes, going back to work.

After a nice day at work, Hiccup looked at me. "Want to go for a walk, Hic?" I asked him and he thought about it for a bit. "Go home to my angry father, go walking with my only friend. That's one to think about." He said, "Let's walk." I smiled, "You know, Hiccup, I had that same thought in my point-of-view 'Home with angry father, walk with my only friend.'" "Two peas in a pod, I guess." He said.

We walked through the woods for a while, just enjoying each other's company. In case you haven't caught on yet, I have a crush on Hiccup. He's been there for me ever since we were little and I could relate to him completely. He was someone that I could trust, drop my guard around. I could only wish that he felt the same way about me but as far as I was concerned, he didn't love me as anything more than maybe a best friend or a sister. His crush was Astrid.

Dark clouds above us began to rumble. I looked up at them, "Hiccup, we should head back. We could just sit around in the Grand Hall." Hiccup nodded, "Sure, let's go." He said.

As we were walking back, the sky grew almost black. It was so dark that you could barely see six feet in front of you. "Hiccup, stay close." I said and didn't hear anything but I knew he was there, I could feel his presence.

About half-way back, the rumbling got louder and a few lightning bolts shot out. It didn't faze me or Hiccup, we continued on our own way but that changed when a loud screech pierced the air.

"Night Fury." Hiccup said.

"Don't worry about it." I said, "They won't hurt us."

"How do you know that?" Hiccup asked skeptically and I pushed a branch out of the way, "Intuition." I said, Hiccup sighed, "Last time we trusted your intuition we got lost."

"Hiccup, that was seven years ago. Leave it alone." I said.

"I'm just eneasy about this whole thing." He said.

We walked along a cliff, watching the sky for anything suspicious. It didn't help when it began raining.

The loud screech of a Night Fury sounded out again. Bright flames that exploded after a short amount of time were fired all over the sky, as if the Night Furies were fighting something. Upon each explosion, there was only the shadowy outline of a few Monstorous Nightmares being attacked by speeding shadows and flames.

I stared off at the battle and so did Hiccup. The rain pounded down harder and the flames weren't as strong as they were before. Upon the lightning bolts a shadow got larger. It was fast.

"Hiccup, hit the ground!" I shouted and pushed him to the ground. Right after we got down, a large whoosh past us with an intense gust.

"Close encounter with a Night Fury." I said. "Not bad."

The shadows of the Monstorous Nightmares were flying toward us as well and stopped just by the cliff, noticing us and charging up their fire. I slowly got up to kneel, "Hiccup, I'm sorry about this." He looked at me, "No problem. You've been wrong before." I rolled my eyes, "Not that." I said and looked at the Nightmares that were ready to burn us to charcoal, I turned back to Hiccup. "This!" I said, pushing him off before jumping myself.

I watched Hiccup fall and hit the crashing water, I shut my eyes and waited to hit the water too but instead I hit something leathery, sleek yet rough and regardless of the freezing cold rain, it was warm. I opened my eyes and saw myself on a shadow.

It looked back at me, startled. With light reflecting off of its green eyes, they seemed to glow. This must be a Night Fury.