Different
I don't own How to Train Your Dragon.
'Mindspeak'
"Dragonspeak"
"Normalspeak"
I felt the eyes of the whole village on me. I made another circle around the pen, but the dragons, that had previously been ignoring me, began to growl.
I left the pen, without a dragon, the first ever. I stood for a minute, between my mom and dad, poppa and momma behind me, all four dragon heads surrounding us.
A sob tore from my throat as I ran from my parents, from my sisters who had been matched with their dragons, from everything that reminded me of my failure, of my lack of a dragon. The disappointment in my grandma's eyes.
When I stopped, the tears streaming from my eyes and my chest heaving, I fell to the ground, and leaning against a rock, pulling my knees to my chest, I fell asleep.
...
A loud noise, an explosion, woke me suddenly.
Shooting up, my eyes darted around the area that I had fallen asleep. It was a cove. There was a pond in the middle, surrounded by trees. The rock that I had slept against was half way between the rock wall that circled the cove and the pond.
I carefully made my way around the pond, to where the sound had come from. Reaching the other side of the pond, I saw a broken dragon egg, still warm from hatching. I looked around the cove, searching for the hatchling.
A soft growl reached my ears and I turned, seeing the hatchling further up the bank. It was small, smaller than a Gronkle hatchling but larger than a Terror hatchling. He was black, pure black with chocolate brown eyes that were glaring at me.
"Hey bud," I said gently, reaching for the pouch on my belt that held fish, that I had been going to give my dragon. "I'll bet you're hungry."
The hatchling sniffed the air. He slowly approached me, carefully taking the fish from my outstretched hand, eating it in one gulp.
A second later, half of the fish came back up. The dragon stepped back and looked at me expectantly. I picked up the fish he had spit back up and took a bite of the raw fish, suppressing my gag reflex, I swallowed it, giving the hatchling a smile.
It looked at me curiously, before climbing into my lap, nipping my hand, just enough to draw a bit of blood, and fell asleep.
I gently stroked the hatchling's head until I was sure it was asleep. I stood up, careful not to jostle the sleeping hatchling. Slowly, I made my way back to the village.