The teenage boy watched the night sky with his sleek Night Fury. The glittering stars were beautiful on the island of Berk after an all-day-long hail. It was always pretty at night this time of year before the snow began to fall. The hail months were close to being over.
He took notice as something began to plummet out of the sky. It object was a blueish-black color with a fiery red streak at the beginning. Suddenly he heard screaming come into the distance and a loud thud that seemed to have shook the Earth.
The red-headed boy ran towards where the sound had come from with his Night Fury behind him. Through the woods, he ran through brush and fallen branches as if they were an obsticle course trying to make it to where he thought the blue flame had fallen. The viking climbed up some rocks to see a fallen dragon, getting onto its feet. The dragon began to sniff something on the ground. What was it? Red hair emerged from behind the Night Fury's foot.
Red hair? Carr suddenly jumped over the rocks to make the dragon turn around so he could see what it was circling. A girl lay limp on the ground. The boy tried to run towards her, but the large black Night Fury growled. "It's okay. I'm only trying to help you and your friend. I'm nice." Carr tried to say.
The dragon pulled away reluctantly from the girl and let the viking pick up the damsel in distress in his arms. He then turned his focus to the limping Night Fury. "You stay here for the night, we'll come for you in the morning. I promise your girl is okay." The Night Fury nodded, snorted, and its back to him. Carr noticed that its full left wing was gone. It couldn't fly at all.
"Night Flyer." The boy called to his own dragon. "I need you to get this girl and me up on the ledge and you need to stay here with the other dragon. Can you do that for me buddy?" The dragon smiled a big toothy grin. "Good boy, let's go." Carr mounted his dragon with the girl still in his arms. The black Night Flyer took off into the skies just for a few moments. He dismounted the dragon and began his trek home.
She awoke in a strange room. It was small with a fire, a bed, nightstand, two chairs, a mirror, and a dresser. No one was here though. The viking girl tried to get up but failed. Her left knee felt different than usual. She always had problems with that knee but not like this. "Comrade?" She called, hoping her Night fury would come. She waited and called again.
The door to her side creaked open and a tall, lean, ginger boy walked in with a relieved smile. "Good, you're awake."
"Who are you?" She asked. "Where am I? And what did you do with Comrade?"
"I'm Carrson Hiccup Haddock. I go by Carr though. You are currently on the island of Berk. Is Comrade your Night Fury?"
"He is. Where is he?" She kept questioning.
"I just brought him here with my Night Fury, Night Flyer. What about you? What's your name?"
"My name is Ericka Jenette Becher. Can I go see Comrade now? He's the only family I have since the dragons invaded my island when I was six and killed my parents. I travel with him to stay alive." Ericka tried to get up but instead yelled out in pain.
"Don't move, you got hurt. You fell from the sky last night." Carr shouted.