DISCLAIMER(Applies for the whole story): All OCs belong to They Call Me E.T. so does the general plot. HTTYD belongs to Dreamworks. This is just something I thought of writing when I read her story.

Amity needed a quiet place to think. There were so many things going through her head and she needed to sort them out.

First was the prank that her brother Ur was planning. He's tried being secretive and inconspicuous about it, but Amity knew him well enough to spot the prank a mile away. She was planning to have it backfire on him. The only problem was figuring out how.

Then there was the thing that was always at the back of her head: the School of Dragons.

About a year ago, ships went throughout the entire Barbaric Archipelago to make a big announcement. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third of Berk was going to open a school made to teach children and teens about, and how to train, dragons. It was Amity's dream to have her own dragon. For months now Amity has asked, begged, even pleaded with her mother to let her go. So far she hasn't had any luck.

Both situations demanded Amity's full attention and it was giving her a terrible headache.

She was walking through the village to get to the forest. It was nice and quiet there; an excellent place to think. Amity reached the edge of town and walked straight into the dense undergrowth. Soon the sounds of the village were far behind her.

Amity wandered through the trees, picking random trails to go down. After many minutes of aimless wandering, Amity came across the most beautiful meadow she had ever seen. There were so many vibrant colors. The whole place seemed like a work of art.

Almost in a trance, Amity walked to the meadow and picked a sunset orange flower and studied every detail of it. The soft creases, how the color gradually got darker the closer it was to the center. Amity brought the flower to her nose and took a deep breath. The aroma was so sweet, it reminded her of honey.

Amity walked through the meadow, picking various flowers that caught her eye. soon enough, she had a small bouquet of color.

Amity turned her head to her left and found something rather peculiar. It looked like a large white rock that kind of reflected the sun, making it seem as if it was softly glowing.

Curious, Amity walked over to the rock to get a closer look. That's when the rock moved.

Turns out, the "rock" was actually a baby dragon curled up in a little ball. Amity moved to take a step towards it, but she stepped on a twig.

The baby dragon's head snapped in Amity's direction and looked at her with in terror. Amity stood still as a statue and stared at the small creature in front of her. It looked familiar. Maybe she's seen a picture of it somewhere. The dragon's face was kind of flattish and it had these big blue eyes. On the back of it's head where small ear-like flaps.

As their stare continued, the terror in the baby dragons eyes slowly disappeared as new emotions flooded in behind them. Amity became shocked at the vast number of emotions. There was sorrow, fear, betrayal, hurt, and a deep longing in them.

The dragon set his head down in his paws, breaking the stare. He looked mournfully at the ground and let out a soft, sad whine. It made Amity's heart break straight down the middle. She wanted to go over and hug the little dragon, to comfort it, but something held her back.

Amity remembered reading that a dragon mother can become fiercely protective of their kids. She didn't want to approach the baby dragon to help only to have mom attack her. Amity was probably still alive because the mom was maybe out hunting and that's why the baby dragon looked so sad; because he missed his mother.

A big fat tear escaped his eye and fell to the earth. Amity's already broken heart shattered into even smaller pieces. She wanted to hug him so bad, but there was no telling when his mom might come back.

Amity noticed that it was getting a bit dark and looked at the sun.

Oh man! It was that late already? Amity has to hurry home or else her mom would be worse than a wild dragon mother.

Amity took one last look into the emotional eyes of the baby dragon. It was crying freely now. Amity hated to, but she turned around and ran as fast as she could to get home before it was too late.

Amity felt awful. She felt guilty for leaving the baby dragon in the meadow all alone and crying. He's just sad that his mom is gone. She'll be back. Amity tried to make herself believe that thought, but she couldn't. The dragons eyes had more emotion behind them than just the missing-someone sadness. Another thing that bothered her is that Amity could have sworn she saw that look before on someone else. She just couldn't place a name or a face.

"Amity?"

Amity's head snapped up and she looked over to her mother at the head of the table. "What?" Amity asked.

"Are you alright. You haven't eaten your food yet and been very quiet." her mom said.

"Sorry." Amity apologized. "I was just thinking."

"Well that's dangerous." her brother Ur said with a small chuckle. Amity angrily punched his shoulder.

"Ow!" Ur cried out.

"Anyways," their mom said sternly, getting the skirmish to stop before it could really start. "Amity you have to eat something. It's not healthy for you."

"Okay." Amity brought up her spoon and took a bite of her soup. Her eyes immediately widened and she spit out the soup in a spray all over her brother. "What in the world is in this stuff?!" amity practically yelled.

"Amity!" her mother said in a scolding and offended tone.

"You take a bite!" Amity told her.

Her mom brought the spoon to her mouth and took a bite.

She had a bit more control than Amity and ran to the trash can before spitting it out. Her mother walked back to the table and said "It taste like someone got too carried away with the spices."

Amity glared at Ur. He was faking innocence and surprise. So this was his prank. To sabotage Amity's soup.

"You can have the rest of my soup." Amity's mom told her. "I'll go get a new one." She walked into the kitchen, taking the vile dish with her.

"I've got to go see if the chickens laid more eggs for today." Ur said abruptly. He picked up his empty bowl and went into the kitchen.

Amity was helping her mom clean the dishes. The sun had been down for a while now and the baby dragon was still on Amity's mind. She could almost remember who else had that look.

"Amity," her mother's voice cut through amity's thoughts. "I need you to get a bath ready for Ur please. His hair is beginning to look like greasy grimy gopher guts."

Amity was about to protest till she saw the mischievous look in her moms eye.

"And make sure he learns his lesson for wasting some of my stronger spices." she added.

Amity smiled.

Amity went outside and hauled in some water from the well. She filled the metal tub in the wash room with water and went to the ice box in the back. Amity collected a lot of the smaller pieces that would melt faster and put them in the tub. She stirred them around till they had totally melted. Amity smirked. This will teach Ur a thing or two.

It was getting late. Amity said goodnight to her mom and went up to her room. She blew out the candles and laid in bed. She tried to go to sleep, but now that it was dark and there were no more distractions, all Amity could think of was the baby dragon, all alone in the meadow, and crying. Amity tried to get rid of the image of the dragon looking at her with those hurt filled eyes, but she just couldn't.

Amity had started to drift off a bit and in that place between wakefulness and dreams, the dragons face began to change. It seemed to morph into the face of a little girl, small, frightened, and alone.

Amity quickly sat up straight. She knew that little girl. She knew her better than anyone, because that little girl was her. The image of her younger self was still in her mind. She looked like any other little girl, but her eyes were different. They were the eyes of the dragon baby. When the dragon's face morphed into her, the eyes didn't change. They didn't have to. The look that would be in her younger self's eyes would have been the same.

Now Amity fully understood the baby dragon. It felt abandoned. the dragon probably was abandoned. Just like she was.

Amity stopped herself from remembering that day. She could do it tomorrow. Not when she needed to get her sleep.

Amity got back into bed. She resolved to go back to the meadow tomorrow. If the dragon truly was like her, than it was in desperate need of comfort.

As Amity had just gotten comfortable, she heard Ur cry out in shock. Amity smiled. Ur had learned his lesson.