A/N: I didn't create How to Train Your Dragon. Silentvoice and Whistler are the only characters of my creation.
A good ways away from Berk is a place by the name of Starview Island. Mountains reach high in the sky. Grass covers everything in a light coating. That is where I live. I made my home in a cave that lies in the side of the tallest mountain. Stairs are cut out of the rock. There, my dragon and I live. My dragon's name is Whistler. He is a rare breed of dragon known as the Sunstryker breed. They are golden-scaled dragons. Their ears and faces are pointed. Their bodies have a spiky-scale look to them. I had him since I was little, before I lost the ability to speak. My throat was cut some time ago. I was then named Silentvoice. I use growls and other sounds to communicate with Whistler. When my throat was first cut, I flew off on Whistler to live where I do now.
Now, I am on the hillside, watching the stars come out. I see the shape of a dragon flying above. Something else comes out of nowhere and latches onto the dragon, causing it to plummet to the ground. I hear victory yells, which fade off into the distance.
Once the yells diminish, I rush to where the dragon fell. When I get there, I see a woman lying beside the dragon. She's injured, but alive. I can tell by looking that she's a dragon rider. She must've been knocked unconscious by the fall. Her dragon fared better. He is caught up in a net weighed down by stones. Even so, he is very much alive and well. I use my knife and cut through the ropes that bind him. The dragon roars at me. I growl softly in a way that would set him at ease. I then pick the woman up and place her on the dragon's back. I motion for the dragon to follow me. Thankfully, he does.
We enter my cave. Whistler lifts his head to look at us. I nod to the fire pit. Whistler starts the fire. I lay the woman in the extra bed. I take a closer look at her injuries. She has a slight concussion and her right arm is broken. I wrap her head in bandages. I put her right arm in a cast covered with bandages. I cover her with a warm blanket. I turn to Whistler. I growl softly, telling him to bring all of us fish. He nods his head before flying off. I continue to sit beside the woman and wait.