Toothless' POV
"Toothless, look out!" Dad shouted as he whizzed past me, shooting a plasma blast at one of the Brute Snaptrapper's heads. "You have to stay alert, son, or else you will be taken out by the Red Death."
"Sorry Dad," I apologised, speeding up and hiding in the clouds. All of a sudden, my mother's cry of pain sounded out, and stopped as abruptly as it had started. She was gone.
Out of anger, I dived down with blazing speed, only to find the place empty. They had both gone, and the Brutes and Red Death had forgotten I even existed. They had also got away with all but one of the remaining Night Furies. Me. I was alone.
After what had happened, I didn't want to come to Dragon Island ever again. Instead, I followed each dragon raid to protect the dragons from the same fate that had met my only family, until one raid led me to Berk, where one special Viking shot me out of the sky, just off Raven Point.