The forest was still under the glistening light of the full moon.
The stillness of the forest was interrupted by the pounding of footsteps heading towards a beautiful cove, hidden deep in the woods.
A small boy appears throughthe trees, runningfrom the mob behind him. He stopped, taking a look at his surroundings and trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide in fear, a small bag slung over his shoulder carrying very few of his possessions.
"Over there!"
The boy jerked his head back, looking over his shoulder to see torches closing in on him. They were catching up with him, and fast. He had to get to the cove before they found out exactly who they're chasing.
The boy sprinted faster than he ever ran before.
"Come on! He's getting away!"
The boy knew that voice, the voice of his father. If he was caught by him, things would be getting a lot worse.
He finally made it to the cove. By the pond sat a medium sized, black dragon, blending in almost perfectly into the darkness of the trees.
"Toothless! Come on, bud! It's time to go!"
Toothless looked up at the boy and let out a small whine, running up to him when he heard the angry Vikings getting closer.
Just as he was finishing up with tightening up the dragons saddle and tied on the bag, the Vikings broke through the bushes.
The Viking in the lead, a good 7 ft tall man with a bushy red beard, brought up an ax, ready to swing at the boy.
"Alright lad. You'll be getting your payment for letting all of our dragons --"
Just then, the boy turned around to face all of them, and the big Viking cut himself off in shock.
"...Hiccup?"
Hiccup said nothing as he quickly slung himself onto the back of Toothless and took off into the sky without even saying a goodbye.
The leader Viking brought himself out of his stupor state and tried to run after Hiccup and the dragon.
"Hiccup! Son, come back! Please! Hiccup!"
A silent tear rolled down Hiccups' cheek as he heard his father's pleading, but he quickly wiped it away.
Now, his new life begins. And he's never going back.