Author's Note: Hey, this is my first fanfiction that I've ever uploaded onto this lovely website. I'm very nervous about flamers so please, don't flame if you don't like it.

I don't own any dragons or characters in this story other than Frida, Anton, Christian, and Kristen.

My name is Frida and I live on the little island of Berk. Our island consists of buildings, Vikings, lots of equipment for riding things, oh.. and dragons! Dragons to us are what a cat or a dog is to you. It's a pretty dangerous way of life, but we manage to survive. The weather here on Berk isn't the best, it's usually snowing. If it's not snowing, then it's hailing or raining. It's a tough life, considering nobody knows about our island. Maybe that's a good thing, we get to keep all of the dragons to ourselves.

Every girl and boy that is 5 years of age get a Terrible Terror, the smallest type of dragon that is found here on Berk. It teaches them how to keep care of a dragon, how to keep it happy, and how to train it to be good. By the time you're 15 years old, you get to see if you are able to own a true dragon. Only the best of the best and the strongest of the strongest are chosen to own one of these large beasts, seeing that you need a lot of patience, time, and strength in order to keep them. So, every year we have a two day holiday. It's kind of like your Christmas, but the dates change here. In order for us to celebrate, we need the best weather possible.

In this two day holiday, every 15 year old in the village is lined up side by side with their Terrible Terrors in their arms. Every adult and dragon owner in the town also gather around the training ring to see if their child or brother/sister has been picked to own a dragon. The village leader, who's name is Hiccup (Strange name, I know), and the village elder also gather and slowly pick four 15 year olds from the batch. Why only four? Well, when the rules were changed and lifted seven years ago, EVERYONE took advantage of the ability to own a dragon. The little island of Berk suffered overpopulation, causing Hiccup to create the 4 person per year rule.

And soon, one by one, each teenager steps up and presents their Terrible Terror and shows everything they have taught the little dragon. When they are done, they get back in line and watch the rest go.

After each of the Terrible Terrors have been introduced, Hiccup, the village elder, and several specific vikings step away from the crowd to discuss who they are going to pick. It takes them quite a long time; 2 to 3 hours; for them to decide who is going to be chosen. After those long hours are passed, the group returns and tells everyone who is going to be chosen.

When the ceremony is completed, everyone gathers at each of the chosen teenager's houses and celebrates late into the night. Everyone in town then rests like babies and rises early the following morning to see what dragon will choose the teenager. You read correct, dragons choose US, we don't choose the dragon. Infact, we are told to keep perfectly still when each dragon is brought out.

And soon, the second ceremony begins. Each of the chosen teenagers are brought back into the training arena, where several dragons are kept waiting for them. Each of the dragons are caught fresh out of the wild the past couple nights before the second day. The first teenager steps into the arena and is locked inside with only two, bulky vikings standing off to the side just incase a dragon goes on a rampage. When the teenager stands tall and still, the first door is pulled open. You know a dragon will want to be owned by you when it steps up to you without trying to kill you off. If the first dragon in the first door doesn't want to be owned by the first teenager, it is released into the wild again while a different dragon of the same species is replaced for the next teenager. And soon the first teenager will find his or her dragon and walk off with a dandy new pet. And then in goes the next teenager.

The second day takes about 10 hours for everyone to get their dragon, and by then every adult is tired. When the choosing of dragons has ended, everyone slinks home and sleeps. Then a normal day begins. Dragon training for the four teenagers and normal work for everyone else.

This holiday is named Dragon Day, which is pretty basic. It's our biggest holiday around here and it gets even bigger when you're one of the chosen teenagers. How do I know? I was one of them two years ago. And instead of learning about how to train mine the boring way, with books, I got to train mine first hand.

It began several years ago. I was 10 years old at the time when our Viking and Dragon war ended and the different laws were lifted and added onto. When the rule was added, my parents went out to get my own Terrible Terror for me on my 11th birthday so that they could give it to me as a present.

"Here you go," my father grinned as he walked to the corner of our little house. He picked up the basket and plopped it onto the table infront of me. I stared at it through excited eyes, I jumped up and down in my seat as I peered into the basket. And inside was a small, blue dragon with teal eyes. I squealed and clapped my hands. My father and mother leaned towards me. I pulled the Terrible Terror out of the basket and hugged it close to my chest. My mother spoke, "Well, honey," she cooed and stared down my dragon, "What are you going to name it?" "Nora!" I cried for joy, "Nora, Nora, Nora!" I loved that name, infact, I wanted to be named that.

"Nora it is," my mother chirpped and wrapped an arm around my father's torso. I ignored them as they hugged each other, I was too busy staring happily down at my dragon. "Welcome home, Nora!" I giggled and stood up from my chair. I left my fur coat and boots behind as I held Nora up to my mother. "Nora!" I sang. The two looked each other straight in the eye. I could tell that Nora didn't like my mother, for it made itself sneeze on her. Not just snot came out, but a little ball of flame came out too. It caught my mother's red hair on fire. I just laughed and ran up the wooden stairs, headed straight towards my room.

Nora learned from me and I learned from it. I learned that Nora was a boy, not a girl, and how to be nice to dragons. Whenever I got too clingy to him, he would lightly snap at me or try to roar. He knew that I was little too, so he knew that he couldn't be too frightening to me. Whenever he DID snap at me, he would soon curl up at my side and fall asleep. Nora learned many things from me, like how to act around humans and some tricks.
We became very, very close after the 4 year span that we had with each other. We were basically like twins, seeing that our personalities were the same. You wouldn't see me without him, and you wouldn't see him without me. We had a secret language that we shared through our minds. If I gave him a certain look, he would know that he did wrong. If he gave me a dragon-y smile, I would know that I did good.

But then came Dragon Day, which fell upon a few days after my 15th birthday.