Chapter 1
The first thing that marked me as 'different' was that I did not like dragons. When I was five, I was to pick an egg containing a dragon, which I would raise. Instead of choosing, I pushed all the eggs away and stormed out.
Thirty years ago, Vikings and dragons had gotten along thanks to this guy named Hiccup. Him and his dragon, Toothless, 'saved' the Vikings and now dragons were considered pets. However, like I said, I did not like dragons.
Oh yeah, I'm Kara. I'm fifteen; my hair is black and long, like most Vikings. My eyes are green, unlike most Vikings. My mother says they are dragon eyes, I hate when she brings it up. My father works as a dragon trainer.
He trains dragons and handlers and teaches them how to care for one another. Me, I try to get away from my home as much as possible. It reminded me of all the dragons. And if I recalled right, not too long ago, dragons and Vikings were sworn enemies.
Now when you stepped through your door a dragon was there to greet you. As I walked out of my village, the day my life changed forever, my friend, Ivar, a well built blacksmith's son, flew over.
He was Hiccups son, a reason I don't like liking him. His hair was blond like his mothers, Astrid, and his eyes brown, like Hiccups.
Oh another thing you should know, no rider has been able to find a second Night Fury. Toothless is the only Night Fury that is known to exist.
Although I hate dragons, Night Furies I love. They fly with such grace and beauty or I should say Toothless does since I've never seen another Night Fury. And they are so human like its scary, not that I've ever seen another one.
Anyway back to Ivar, he landed next to me on his red Nightmare dragon, Inferno.
"Hey, where you going?" he called hoping down and running after me.
"Anywhere away from these dragons." I said speeding up toward the woods, he kept up.
"Why do you hate dragons so much?" he called. I stopped and turned.
"I don't hate them," I paused. "I just didn't grow up liking them."
"Just because no dragon would accept you as a master doesn't mean you gotta take it out on the species." I stopped and glared at him, grabbing his armor and yanking him to my face.
"Listen, I don't give a dragons dung what anyone says. I rejected those dragons, don't forget that." I threw him to the ground and his dragon roared at me. I glared at both, turned and ran through the forest.
I was tough, hard-headed, and still knew how to be attractive (I think). I knew that dragons weren't pets, no matter what everyone in my village said. I was a natural Viking.
I admit I lied, no dragon accepted me, but that was because I refused to accept them too. And I also admit I should have brought some sort of weapon with me when I went into the woods. Not all dragons are friendly to us, some can hold grudges.
I usually hide in my secret cavern when I hid from the village. No one can stumble across it because you have to move a boulder just to find the cave entrance. Then you follow several different paths, and then you finally come to a clearing with a lake, waterfall and a secret back exit.
It took me years to find, and countless hours of taking wrong turns down dead ends before I found it. Today I went there again. This is where, a year ago, I met Eclipse. Eclipse is no ordinary dragon, she's a Night Fury.
