My name is Toothless. I'm a Night Fury, an extremely rare dragon. Most of us are extinct. I haven't seen another Night Fury since I was a hatchling, about 25 years ago. I'm thirty now, just a teenager. See, dragons live twice as long as humans. If I was human, I would be about 15. After the Night Furies started disappearing, I found myself a nest. Hundreds of dragons lived there, but I was the only Night Fury.
The nest was ruled by a Queen. She was a ginormous dragon with an appetite that was as big as she was. She was never satisfied, always hungry for more. No one liked the Queen, but she was the alpha of the nest, and we had to answer to her. She had us raid the nearby islands, which were inhabited by horrible humans who called themselves 'Vikings'.
We raided them and stole from them and attacked them. The attacked us and hunted us. We killed them, they killed us. And so began the Great War between dragons and Vikings.
I had always known that one raid could end me. What I never knew was that one raid could change my life… forever.
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The queen had called another raid that night. I soared over the village that the Vikings called 'Berk', camouflaged against the darkness by my sleek black scales, observing the raid in progress. I growled when I saw a Monstrous Nightmare on a tower fighting a big, burly Viking with a red beard, who, I was pretty sure, was the chief. I sped over, screaming in warning.
"Get back!"
The Nightmare leaped away, and I fired, listening to the humans below scream as I did.
"Night Fury!"
"Get down!"
It brought me great pleasure to see the Vikings jump of the tower to escape my fire and the destruction it caused. I circled around and shot a second blast for good measure.
"Hey!" I followed the voice, gaze stopping on the Monstrous Nightmare who I had helped. "I had that under control."
I rolled my eyes. "If you say so." I called as I zipped off. Neither of us would admit it, but we were friends, and always looked out for each other on raids. I shot a plasma blast at another tower, watching as it exploded. This one wasn't in use, which was a shame, but, oh well. I was about to find something else to set on fire when I heard something fly through the air, heading straight towards me. I noticed the flying object too late; before I had time to react, it was already on me, tying me up and pinning my wings to my body. I let out an ear-piercing shriek as I plummeted from the air at an alarming speed. I heard a distant roar of my Nightmare friend and a rather girly scream of a Viking, no doubt the one that shot me down. I might have found that amusing if I wasn't falling towards my doom.
My body slammed into a tree, breaking it in half, and skidded down a hill, leaving a deep trench in the dirt. When I came to a stop, pain coursed through my body, feeling as if I had broken every bone possible. I didn't even bother trying to stay conscious.
