Hey guys! So this story came to me while I was re-watching The Eel Affect, and I thought, "Hey, it would be super awesome to ride a Typhoomerang," and then it was, "Oh my gosh, what if there was a randome girl in the village of berk who wasn't allowed to ride dragons?" And those two thoughts mashed together in my head to make, well, this! Also, this story takes place during the Race to the Edge era of things. So tell me what you think!

This is my home, the "noble" island of berk. Things here are amazing. Three years ago, when I was twelve, we had a pretty big problem. Namely dragons. The dragons raided our village twenty four seven, at least until Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Stoick the Vast, our cheif, actually trained one, and not just any dragon, a night fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Hiccup opened our eyes to the fact that these dragons were truly beautiful, kind creatures. A year later, he and his friends, the dragon riders, invented the game Dragon Racing. I've been begging my mom to let me join in the dragon academy, and eventually the races, but my whole family only has one dragon, a gronckle named Boulder. He's extremely old, and not even remotely up to bat in the whole racing category of things. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but I just, you know, he's kind of like an old lazy cat. Oh, wait, sorry. Forget to introduce myself. My name is Crimson Landvikger. Yeah, not the best but definitely not the worst. Anyway, backstory over, this is the day my world changed.

It was just a normal day, really. I was walking through berk when the dragon racers flew over head.

'Oh my gods, they are so much cooler than me.' I thought. Even Fishlegs can make a gronckle look, well, not like a gronckle. My mom caught me staring at them as they did laps around the village and sighed.

"Crimson," she said, "I know you want to be up there,"

It was my turn to sigh.

"Then why aren't I?" I asked. Mom ran her fingers through her hair. I knew I'd hit a nerve. Dad had died in the fight against the red death, the fight where we accepted dragons as allies. She said he would never approve of such a thing, that it was hard enough having Boulder in the house. And that dragon riding wasn't going to get me anywhere in life. That I should focus on more practical skills, like baking. But I always feel like there's something she's not telling me.

"Whoa, incoming!" I heard a voice above me shout, and quickly dove out of the way as a rouge Night Fury came crashing down. He made impact with the ground, causing a cloud of smoke to rise into the air. I heard coughing, and a voice say,

"That was not what was expected to happen," as Hiccup Haddock himself emerged from the dust, waving a hand in front of his face to try and make it easier to breath. The eighteen year old reached down and flipped around his peg leg to the "land side" before walking forward. My breath caught. The dragon conqueror was literally two yards away from me. Now was my chance. I could ask if I could join the academy. Right then! But I didn't. Instead, Mum pressed a loaf of bread from her basket into my hands. She then gestured for me to give Hiccup the bread. I blinked thickly a couple times, before brushing a long strand of my dark caramel hair out of my face. I took a step forward and said,

"Um, uh, hi sir, Hiccup, Mr. Haddock, sir, uh, your dad, the chief he, uh, he ordered a loaf of, um, my Mom's bread, and, well, uh, here it is," I quickly shoved the loaf into his hands while wincing at how awkward I sounded. Honestly, I could not speak to other human being without it sounding like I was an alien. Even if it's just giving him what his dad had ordered from Mom's bakery. Hiccup gave me a small smile and said,

"I don't think I've seen you around much, but you look familiar. Are you new at the dragon academy or something?" To this I shook my head.

"No," I said, "I, uh, I just work at my mum's, um, my mum's bake-bakery a lot. No flying for me," Hiccup nodded but didn't reply as Astrid Hofferson, THE Astrid Hofferson landed next to him, jumping off her deadly natter.

"Bit of a rough landing, huh Hiccup?" She said, lightly pecking him on the cheek. I took this as my opportunity to leave. I wasn't good with people in a normal situation, throw in their boyfriend or girlfriend and things get ten times harder. When I reached my mom, I threw her my best glare before saying,

"I'm going to wander around a bit," I grabbed my small leather bag of coins from the basket and headed off. I just needed to be alone especially after that. Literally, what had my mom been thinking. She and Stoick are friends, she babysat Hiccup when he was little, why didn't she do the delivery? Really it would've been easy for her, just a little,

"Hi Hiccup, my how you've grown? Here, your father ordered some bread from my bakery. I hope he's well. Anyway, I'd better get back to my daughter, wee thing she is, so skinny, like you were. Tell Stoick hello for me, dear," and then she'd be off. End of story. I realized I was ranting to myself and trudged over to Gobber's workshop. It was probably weird for a sixteen year old girl to have a fourth year old man as her best friend, but his Hotburble Grump was just like Boulder, so we'd gotten to know each other through that one specific similarity.

"Ah, Crimson!" I hadn't realized I'd arrived at the workshop until that loud unforgettable voice pierced my thoughts.

"Come give your Uncle Gobber a hug!" I smiled at the man with (at the moment) a hammer for a hand and raced forward, embracing him in a tight squeeze. Yeah, he calls himself my uncle, him and Stoick both do, just because they are both extremely good friends with my mom, but Gobber was the one I felt the most comfortable with.

"Hi, uh. Hi Gobber, uh, hi," I stuttered out and heard a light chuckle.

"Still the same as always, eh?" He said, before seeming to notice my entire left side was covered in dirt from the crash.

"What'd you do to yourself this time?" He asked. I closed my eyes and said,

"Dragon, Hiccup, Crash, Mum, Bread, Astrid," don't ask me how, but he seemed to be able to decipher the whole story from those, how many, one, two, three, six words. It was like he was psychic or something. Gobber ruffled my hair before seeming to give a shout of surprise.

"And your eyes've changed color already now, too!"

Oh, did I forget to mention that occasionally my eyes change color? Yeah. Right now their a soft bluish-green. I nodded to Gobber as he slid me a mug of water which I took a sip, but left most of it.

"Gobber," I began, and he sighed,

"Here we go again," I pretended I didn't hear him and continued,

"You know Hiccup. Maybe you could get me in to the academy?" I finished. Gobber closed his eyes, and I knew what his response would be. Always the same.

"Now Crimson," he said, "you know very well I can't go behind your mother's back on something like this. Besides, you don't even have a suitable dragon,"

I huffed, already knowing the cold truth about this, but it didn't mean I had to like it.

"Thanks, Gobber," I said, "I think I need a bit of time alone," Gobber nodded understandingly and said,

"Just remember, if you ever get tired of working for your Mum, there's always help wanted here. Building Dragon saddles is he next best thing to using them," I nodded, giving him a small smile before racing off, and once again running into one of the riders of berk. This time it was Snotlout, who was in the middle of scolding his Monstrous Nightmare for setting a house on fire when I accidentally bumped into him.

"Hey, watch it!" He shouted, "can't you see we're both," he gestured to himself and his dragon, "not in the best of moods?" I opened my mouth and closed it like a fish before quickly stuttering out,

"Sor-sorry, sir, I-I just wasn't, um, just, wasn't looking, uh, sorry," before rushing off. And then I froze. I turned around and looked at the house. I recognized this house. It was where I had spent the last fifteen years of my life. It was my house. And as far as I knew, my little brother Horrend was still inside.