Hello! This is my first fanfiction. An OC is the main character in the How to Train Your Dragon storyline. The beginning of this fanfiction will be just a little slow before getting to the people of Berk (Hiccup, Astrid, etc). For reference, this starts shortly after How to Train Your Dragon 3. If you have suggestions/constructive feedback, feel free to share. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1

A storm darker than night and faster than the speed of sound approached. Broken debris scattered the sea. Waves crashed into me. Bright flashes of light emerged from the sea. Screams erupt. Then, darkness. Only darkness from here on.

Through the slits of my eyelids the sun blinds me. Warm sand cushions my cheeks as I open my eyes fully, taking in the full brightness of the sun reflecting on the ocean waves. The sand is a bright white in contrast with my dark skin. I push myself up to a sitting position and winced. Blood drenched my right leg through my tattered pants. Without hesitation, I tore off the less tattered sleeve of my shirt and used it to bandage my wound. I would need to clean it soon with some clean water.

I appear to be on a small island, with no other islands within sight.

This doesn't look familiar...

But what's familiar to me? My mind is fuzzy as I try to recall yesterday, or even days before. Nothing came to mind of anything before this morning besides a terrible storm last night. Was I out at sea alone? Was anyone with me?

I stand up, wincing at my leg as I march down the shore searching for clues.

Come on, Alba, stay calm and think.

I stopped walking, nearly stumbling over my own feet. At least I know my own name. I must just have amnesia, maybe I hit my head during the storm. Or maybe I'm crazy. I gently touch my scalp and flinch as I find a large welt near the back of my head. I draw my hand back and find dried blood. Not crazy, just injured. At least that's not bleeding, although I do feel a little lightheaded.
As I stumble down the shore line, I don't see any people or any scrap of debris along the shore, assuming I arrived here by ship. I notice a cave near the end of the shoreline and decide to rest there since the sun is now hanging at the top of the sky, burning everything in sight.

The sigh as I lean against the cave's cool walls. There's a tunnel, but it's nearly pitch black the further the path strays from the sunlight. I look back at the shoreline and begin to formulate plans for a makeshift boat. There are plenty of trees around to throw something together.

"Screeeeech!"

My head whips around at the pained sound. It's not human. I should run away, but something tells me to investigate. That was my first mistake.

My teeth chatter more violently as I travel further into the cave, and the cold nips at my unsleeved arms.
Suddenly the cave drops into a steep incline and I stumble downwards, eventually landing back on my feet at the entrance of some sort of room. There's a table with a lamp sitting in the middle, lighting up the room. Papers line the walls, creating a large map of the world.

Can I figure out where I'm from?

I take a moment to study the map and got dizzy as I tried to crane my head and look at every corner. I have no idea where this tiny island would be, and there's no indicators on this homemade map. It's as if it was left out on purpose

A staff sits on the other end of a room near a doorway, and I realize that I'm probably not alone here, or at the very least someone will return to this place at some point. Before I can think about leaving, the pained scream echoed from behind a wooden door across the room. I open the door slowly. I close it behind me and instantly regret it. The corridor is darker than the cave entrance, but thankfully there's light at the end. I follow the light. There's my second mistake, my second to last opportunity to escape.
I venture further until I find metal bars separating me and a large beast. A large creature at least 4 times my height lumbered over, and I wondered how strong the bars that separated us were. It's covered head to toe in deep blue scales that could blend in with the ocean when viewed at night. Each scale looked like it had sharpened edges at each end, like knives. It was injured in several places, deliberate marks. It just sat there, looking at me with wide eyes. Knowing full well this thing could eat me, I looked around for a key in the room to free it. seeing nothing, I head towards the first room when I hear light footsteps. His captor is here!

Stupid, not even doing recon before enacting a rescue mission?

Where did that thought come from?
I notice wooden beams above supporting the ceiling and the cage, enough room for me to hide. Using the staff, I propel myself upwards silently as the footsteps walk through the dungeon door.
I have no time to question where I learned to do that as a towering man enters the light, with a long, expressionless face and a limping stride. His face is long and ghastly, more a spirit than a man, with short white hair to match. As soon as the dragon sees him it backs its large body to the back of the cell, trying to stay as far away from him as it can. Such a large beast afraid of one man? The man grins at this reaction.

He walks around the room, knowing by now he has an intruder. I wasn't exactly discreet with my entry I realize as I'm holding the man's staff in my hands. Although it's odd he has this since there's no limp in his stride.

He stops for a moment, eyes flitting towards the ground. Without moving or breathing, I quickly scan the floor, but I don't see anything. Then, a glint of red catches my eye. My blood. My wound bled through the makeshift bandage. He grins maliciously. He knows where I am, and that I'm hurt. I need to strike first!

In an instant my body acted of its own accord from my confused mind, leaping down with the staff raised to strike. Barely moving, the man lifts a small crossbow. In that moment I realized I had been duped. He knew as soon as he had entered the room I was above him. He was just looking for the right time to strike and I brought it to him. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder before I stumbled to the ground, staff spiraling out of my hand, and shortly after that the world darkened once again.