A/N: I originally did this story for my English homework and liked it so much I decided to post it here as a oneshot. I know it isn't that long but on paper it was a page and a half.

Dragons. Dragons are everywhere; some are friendly, some not so much. My people live in peace with them, riding them, keeping them as pets or using them to help with chores, if they want to of course. I however, can't go near them. It happened five years ago.

Meandering around the forest, I went to the clearing I always go to. It was fairly large, about seventy feet in diameter, with large trees, whose gnarly fingers stretched out to create some shade. Only I knew about this place. As I entered the clearing, it felt like I wasn't alone. Cautiously,I looked around and saw them. Small, yellow eyes peaking out of the gloom.

"Come out," I softly spoke to it, "I won't hurt you."

Slowly, it shuffled out of the bushes; its eyes giving way to a slim head and neck, before the rest of its huge, red body creeped out. Its wings were large, but tucked into its side. Long horns protruded out of its head, whilst its long spiked tail swayed curiously from side to side.

"It's OK," I reassure, slowly inching towards it.

When I was close enough, I reached out my hand, stopping just short of its snout. Suddenly, its eyes narrowed into slits, the spikes on its back and tail shooting up.

SMACK

Its tail swept my legs from under me.

THUD

I landed on the ground.

RIP

Pain shot up my back as the dragons sharp fangs ripped into my flesh. I couldn't help screaming. A roar. I knew that roar. That was the roar of Toothless, my father's dragon. A black blur barrelled into my attacker, biting into its neck, silencing it. I felt myself being lifted off the ground before everything went black.

Opening my eyes, I winced at the bright light that entered my vision. I started to look around before spotting my father and Toothless, sitting by my bed.

"Thank the Gods you're alive!" He exclaimed.

"Not too loud dad," I replied.

"Sorry."

That was the start of my recovery. It took six months for the deep wounds to heal, but the scars will never fade. The emotional trauma stopped me from going near a dragon, except for Toothless. I slowly distanced myself from the rest of the village, just to stop the panic attacks. I doubt I will ever get over my crippling fear.