Firstly, I would like to thank my one friend who inspired me to do this story (though he'd prefer to remain anonymous). Secondly, I'd like to thank LittleMissEmy for creating the cover image. Also, my OC for the story was cut and pasted from my Mass Effect stories (it was my friends request as he said my OC from those stories looked like a human/dragon hybrid).

The first 3 chapters will begin five years before the start of the first movie and will focus heavily on my OC in order to establish him as a character, his transformation into a hybrid, and his place in the story.

I don't own any How To Train Your Dragon content. All i own is my OC and any dragon species that i have made up for the purpose of the story. So without furthur delay, I hope you all enjoy the story.

The island of Berk. An island that's 12 days North of hopeless and a few degrees South of freezing, located solidly on the meridian of misery. Worse in winter whereby you risk getting frostbite in your spleen. On the upside, there is a good view of the sunsets and occasionally gets a good view of the Northern Lights. In short it's somewhere in the Archipelago sea.

It also has some pests that are somewhat difficult to live with. Where most places have to deal with rats, mice or mosquitoes, Berk has to deal with dragons.

Despite these hardships, Berk has been made a home by the viking tribe known as the Hairy Hooligan tribe for nearly 300 years. But why would they live on this inhospitable island? Why would they live on an island that has terrible food produce, suffers from the cold and has a dragon infestation? It's because they're vikings. Most would call it an occupational hazard but really it was just because vikings are some of the most stubborn people you will meet.

The vikings of Berk all live for one thing and one thing only; dragon killing. If you could not do that one task, then you would quickly find yourself an outcast of the group. This could be said for two young viking children named Hiccup Horrendous Haddock lll and Draven Mothlyn ll who as much as they dreamed of being like the rest of the village, everyone knew that would never happen.

Hiccup was a ten year old girl with emerald green eyes and short auburn hair which she kept in a braid. She wore a green tunic, thick black leggings, brown fur vest, brown fur boots and she was the daughter of Stoick the Vast, chief of the village. She would spend her days learning of the world and working as a junior apprentice for Gobber in the forge. One would think that her being the daughter of the chief would mean she would be a great dragon killer herself right? Wrong. Hiccup was a different kind of person with the way she saw the world and the way her mind worked. Being different meant she was ignored by many of the people on the island like Fishlegs and Andor Hofferson, and picked on by others such as her egotistical brat cousin Snotlout Jorganson and the mentally challenged twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

Hiccup never knew her mother other than her name was Valka and her father was never really around for her. Either he was running the village or didn't want to be associated with his own daughter every time she made a mistake.

Draven was an eleven year old boy with dark brown eyes and pale white hair who usually dressed in dark learners and furs. His father was a fishermen and mother was an explorer. His family lived outside the village in a cottage in the woods as they preferred the quiet. Draven was a different person to the average viking like Hiccup and also got picked on or ignored but not as much as Hiccup. Even though he was only an eleven year old, he worked hard to make his mark on the village and he did have some peoples respect for that. He knew how to operate a boat as he often went on fishing trips with his father, he was adventurous and knew the entire island at the back of his hand (land, sea and subterranean), he worked alongside Hiccup in the forge as a junior apprentice and he had a strange fascination with dragons. The inquisitive wanting to learn about them and imagine life working with them kind of fascination.

Draven also felt alone from time to time being as his mother would spend long periods of time out at sea exploring and his father who was also a typical dragon killer was always working at the docks. Both of which didn't quite approve of Draven's fascination with dragons. Due to their hardships, Hiccup and Draven only ever had each other in their lives. They were incredibly close friends ever since she was five and he was six.

...

It was a chilly Spring day for the people of the island. Draven's mother had been gone for two weeks now as she was charting the ocean and was expected to return home later that day. Draven was aboard a fishing boat with his father and three other men.

Draven was hauling in their starboard fishing net when he looked towards the horizon and then into the clear Northern waters.

He turned around to the port side of the boat where his father was and tugged on his shirt. "Father!" he said with urgency.

Draven senior who finished pulling in the port net turned to his son and plainly replied "What is it son?"

Draven pointed out to the West and said "Storm is coming, a bad one." His father and the crew looked out to the horizon and saw several dark lightning clouds coming towards Berk.

"How do you know it will be a bad one?" one viking asked Draven.

Draven pointed to the water and replied "While pulling in the starboard net, I noticed a Scauldron and two Thunderdrums moving away from the island as well a herd of Terrible Terrors flying out the woods towards a small cave in those sea stacks. They wouldn't move out like that unless they thought something bad was coming."

"BWUHAHAHAHA" the four men laughed as Draven's senior put a hand on his son's shoulder and said "Ha, son. I don't know where yer' get your stories but you know how to make people laugh."

Draven rolled his eyes and took a breath to explain but before he could say anything, his father turned away from his son and ordered the other men to bring the boat back to port to drop off their load of fish.

Frustrated that the adults took his warning as a joke, he walked towards the front of the boat and sat on a barrel as he watched the docks getting closer.

As their ship pulled in to the dock, Draven senior came up behind his son and put an arm over his sons shoulder, "You've helped out quite a lot today, and you've at least lightened the mood with yer' humor. You can take the rest of the day off."

Draven shrugged his father's arm off as he climbed out the boat. "I wasn't trying to be funny. I was trying to warn you that danger is coming but you never listen to me. None of you ever do." Draven coldly said in a shaky voice as he stormed off towards the town.

Draven senior simply let out a deep sigh as he watched his only child climb the ramps to the village. He found it fascinating how his son would come to his conclusions with the world around him and he was usually right... Half the time. Yet at the same time, he just wished he and his son could connect better.

Stoick was delegating a matter in the dock and saw the whole situation. He approached Draven senior who was offloading the catch of fish and said to him "Problems with yer' boy I see."

All the father could do is reply back "Ah my boy thinks that there's danger coming our way just because he saw some storm clouds and thinks he saw some sea dragons swim away from the island. I love my boy but sometimes I just don't get what he says or thinks."

Stoick put his right hand over Draven senior's shoulder and said reassuringly "Ah I can attest to that. I sometimes have the same problem with Hiccup when she tells me what she plans to build in the forge or where she thinks she'll find trolls in the woods. Don't worry about it Draven, they're only 10 and 11. Let them play with their imagination. They'll eventually come round to being like us."

Draven senior turned to his chief with a small smile, "Thanks for that chief. I just hope that despite their differences, our children will be of great importance one day."

...

Draven was wondering through the village and walked through the market place towards the bread stand. After purchasing a small loaf which he paid with a basket of fish he had, he placed it in his satchel and began walking up the hill towards the Haddock household.

While making his way, he walked past a yak stable and heard some snickering from around the corner. He could hear that the laughing belonged to Snotlout and the twins. "You guys see the way she ran off whimpering into the woods. Man it's just to easy getting a kick out of Hiccup. She's such a loser." Snotlout maniacally said. Draven began to ball his fist and reacted.

He entered the stable, grabbed a shovel, scooped up a large steaming pile of yak dung and made his way back outside. He could still hear the three brats around the corner and so he made his move.

He turned the corner whilst shouting "SPECIAL DELIVERY!" and hurled the yak dung straight into the faces of Snotlout and the twins.

The twins had stumbled down and before Snotlout could react, Draven had closed the distance between them and hit Snotlout hard in the gut with the handle end of the shovel.

Snotlout dropped to the ground clutching his stomach when he felt the shovel press against his neck. He opened his eyes to see Draven looming over his body staring daggers at him. "Want some free advice Snotlout; leave your cousin alone. I couldn't care less that your dad is related to Stoick and by extension you think you have a tie to the role of chief, which you don't have a hope in hell of getting. You leave my friend alone." Draven scowled in a dark cold voice.

Draven pulled the the shovel back, tossed it to the ground and proceeded with his business, leaving the village bullies to clean themselves up of yak dung.

...

Draven wondered the woods for about an hour looking for his closest friend. "HICCUP...HICCUP." he shouted as he combed the woods for her.

He eventually began to hear crying behind several bushes and trees and found Hiccup sitting on a broken log with tears falling down her cheeks.

Draven walked up to Hiccup and sat beside his friend, putting his right arm over her shoulders. "You okay?" he said in a soft calming voice, the complete opposite to the voice he had earlier that day.

"Yeah." Hiccup replied weakly. "Just the twins calling me names again and Snotlout throwing pebbles at me."

Draven felt tense from his anger and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He opened his satchel and pulled out the bread he bought from earlier. He gave Hiccup one half and he stated "Don't worry about them. They're in a bit of a...crap situation right now."

Hiccup knew her friend well and knew what he meant by that. She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she tried to bite into the bread. Draven saw her smile again. That cute smile and laugh he liked so much about her.

Hiccup looked into Draven's eyes and she could see he was irritated despite his calm mood and smile. "What is it?" she asked nervously thinking it might have been something she did.

"Ah, it's just my dad. I was trying to warn him that a bad storm is approaching. Even gave him evidence that it'll be bad seeing as I saw several tidal dragons vacating the island waters and all I get out of it is all of them laughing in my face thinking I'm joking."

Hiccup knew that feeling all too well. How she would work as hard as she could to please her father and the village and all she ever got were disappointed looks and sideways glares.

Hiccup and Draven continued to talk over the next hour and even play tag through the woods as they tried to forget the days events.

The two children were laughing as they chased each other through the trees. Draven had the advantage of knowing the land at the back of his hand. Every tree, rock, log, river, hill and cave he would try use to his advantage. Hiccup had the advantage of speed and agility. She was a much faster runner than Draven and could take a corner much easier that he could.

The two continued on like this until the woods began to grow dark and the storm began to descend on the island. Draven and Hiccup then felt a small drop on each of their heads. Draven held out his hand and felt it was going to start raining any second now. "Oh no. How we gonna get back home in time?" Hiccup said nervously. Draven smiled as he reassuringly replied "Well isn't it a good thing you know me."

Draven grabbed Hiccup by the hand and lead her about 50 meters to a small clearing in the trees. He pulled back the one bush at the base of an old oak to reveal a tunnel. "This tunnel will take us straight back to the village. It comes out at the treeline 20 meters from the village entrance."

The two entered the tunnel and Draven lit their way with a portable torch and a piece of flint he kept in his satchel. In a few minutes, the two made it to the village and back into the open. When they exited the tunnel however, they found that the rain had stopped. Surely a storm of that size couldn't have only let off five minutes of rain.

They looked to the sky to see it was pitch black with purplish lightning bolts arcing from cloud to cloud and strange menacing silhouettes appearing in the clouds. If that wasn't strange enough for the people of Berk, there was also an unholy screeching coming from within the storm. "What's going on?" Hiccup asked nervously as she held on Draven's arm. "I'm not too sure. I have a hunch but I hope I'm wrong." he said as his mind raced as to what was inside the cloud.

...

Draven escorted Hiccup across the bridge and about half way through the village as he tried to get her home safely. However as they were passing through the plaza, Draven's suspicions were confirmed when a deafening banshee-like screech came from the clouds and a dragon emerged, headed straight for the docks. The dragon was a Wraith.

Draven remembered what he had read about Wraiths in the book of dragons. Wraiths are basically a flying shop of horrors, as if created by the devil himself in one of the deepest pits of hell. They were one of the rarest breeds and over the centuries, had evolved to take on the appearances and abilities of multiple breeds of dragons.

They were about the same size of Monstrous Nightmares and had four wings like Storm Cutters. They glowed blue on soft parts of their skin and had jet black scales on hard armoured areas. They also had glowing eyes and had two layers to their skulls; an endoskeleton and an exoskeleton. The exoskeleton was their two horns which the bases extended all around their head like a helmet. It was a similar trait to a Boneknapper with the difference being that a Wraith's second skull grew naturally and had a silver like colour to them. They also had a very long tail with a three fingered claw on the end.

For offense, they could either shoot plasma bolts, raise their skin temperatures like Fireworms, use their razor wings like a Timberjack or manipulate lightning and storms to an extent, similar to Skrills but not as powerful. Wraiths also preferred to stay in dark areas, either flying at night or in really dense storms. This meant that they would weaken or hurt themselves if exposed to direct sunlight.

Lastly, they could not reproduce naturally like normal dragons or animals. They reproduce by infecting other dragons, animals or even humans with its venom which in turn transforms them into Wraiths. The Wraith drawback is that it needs to maintain its bite for a full ten seconds. Any shorter than seven seconds and the victim would more that likely die.

From where they were, Hiccup and Draven could see a boat coming towards Berk and knew it was Draven's mother returning from her voyage. This was also the the one thing that was between the Wraith and the village.

Everyone in Berk watched helplessly as the Wraith angled downwards and fired two high-powered plasma bolts at the defenseless boat. Draven watched as his mother and her boat exploded in a bright purple explosion and how she was turned into nothingness. "NOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as he left Hiccup and raced towards the docks.

Hiccup ran for cover by the forge as she saw vikings all around the village moving towards the docks.

The Wraith began firing three more shots towards the dock as Stoick and several other vikings prepared the main catapult. The first boulder fired and the Wraith responded in kind with a plasma bolt, turning the boulder into dust.

Stoick fired a second time to which the Wraith spun in the air and smacked the boulder with its tail. The boulder crashed into the pier where Draven senior and a dozen other vikings were standing with spears waiting for the Wraith to get close.

The men sank into the water and tried to get back into the intact piers before the Wraith would strike again. They never made it. The Wraith's glow intensified and summoned several lightning bolts from the storm into its wings and redirected them into the water filled with vikings and Draven's father.

Draven felt as though a dagger had just gone through his heart. He just saw both his parents die right in front of him. What made it worse is that he never had a chance to tell his parents how much he loved them and that the last time he spoke to his father, he shouted at him and stormed off.

The Wraith flew over the dock and landed in the village plaza whilst swiping its large clawed tail at the vikings around it. The men were stunned and sent backwards, hitting the sounding buildings or the ground with a loud thud.

The large and powerful dragon took in a sniff of the surrounding air and caught the sent of Hiccup who was hiding in the forge. Hiccup knew that all the vikings in the village who could fight the dragon were either stunned in the plaza or were trying to help with the wounded down at the dock. Thinking this was the end, she curled up under one of the tables and began to cry whilst trying to keep as quiet as possible.

As the dragon stuck its head inside the window of the forge looking for his snack, it let out a loud roar of pain as it felt a spear pierce its soft skin on its left rear leg. "HICCUP RUN!" Draven shouted as he charged the beast in a drunken rage. The Wraith may have killed his parents but he sure as hell wouldn't let it harm his closest friend. He didn't care that he was merely an 11 year old, he would attack this monster.

The dragon backed away from the forge as it used its tail to try pull out the spear. What it failed to notice was that Draven had snuck up behind it and lunged onto its back, driving his dagger between two of the beasts lower ribs. "NOW HICCUP! GET OUT OF HERE!" he barked as the dragon lunged back and forth with his dagger in its back and the spear in its leg. Hiccup took her chance and hastily exited the forge, ran around the Wraith to the other end of the plaza and ran up the hill towards her house.

Meanwhile, the wraith had managed to pull out the spear from its left leg and moved it's tail towards its back. In a second, Draven too was screaming in pain as the claw end of the Wraith's tail grabbed his right shoulder with one of the talons piercing his shoulder. The Wraith pulled Draven off its back and extended its tail, pinning Draven to the ground in front of it.

Draven flailed about beneath the beast with his hands struggling to pry the tail out of his bleeding shoulder but to no avail. "Impressive. You are resourceful child, I'll give you that. You will make a fine addition to our numbers." a dark deep voice said in Draven's head. Draven quickly realised where the voice came from. It was the Wraith's voice. The Wraith gripped Draven tighter, opened its jaw and in a flash, shot its tongue into the open wound on Draven's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Stoick who was still on the catapult was overseeing the people who needed medical attention. His attention and the attention of the other five men was pulled away from the dock as they heard a blood curdling scream coming from the village plaza. They all turned around to see the Wraith hovering over somebody with his venom filled tongue in the person's shoulder.

Draven could feel the blood flowing from his wound and the venom moving through his body. He knew it was only a matter of time now.

One second

"Redirect the catapult!" Stoick ordered to the men.

Two seconds

Draven could feel as though his arm was being dipped in a barrel of acid.

Three seconds

"Take aim." Stoick said as the catapult lined up.

Four seconds

'Is this it' Draven thought to himself.

Five seconds

'Is this how my life ends'

Six seconds

"Fire!" Stoick shouted.

All Draven could do as clench his eyes and wait for the end as his entire body burned.

Seven seconds

Eight seconds

Nine seconds

As of the gods themselves had other plans, the boulder from the catapult made its mark at the final moment and hit the Wraith's left side, sending him off of Draven who had only been exposed to the Wraith's venom for nine seconds.

The stunned vikings in the plaza also managed to recover and charged the Wraith. Seeing as he was outnumbered and out off plasma shots, the Wraith gave off one final blinding flash of its glow and shot into the sky. He may not have found a snack, but he did manage to create another Wraith. Or so he thought.

Draven was immediately swarmed by the surrounding vikings. Half came to check on his wounds and to help whilst the other half had swords drawn as they figured Draven might become a Wraith.

The crowd was in Draven's favor as if he was a Wraith, then the transformation would have been instant, but he was still human. "Let's get him to the infirmary." some vikings called out. "Someone get Stoick and Gothi." another shouted.

Careful not to move his body around too much, four vikings gather around Draven and carefully lifted him. It made no difference to Draven as tears were flowing from his eyes and continued to scream in agony from the Wraith venom.

...

When they got to the infirmary, they removed Draven's vest and shirt to examine his wounds. Draven's body was going into fits and seizures from the pain. Some of the nurses had to strap him to the bed to get him to stop moving. Gothi, Gobber and Stoick soon arrived. Stoick and Gobber eyed the young viking and could see what the venom was doing to his body.

His veins close to the surface of his skin around his right arm and neck had bulged and blackened. His eyes kept rolling in his head and he was sweating profusely.

Gothi came up to the young boys right side and examined him. She checked his eyes which kept alternating between orbs and slits, she checked his tongue which was turning a reddish black and becoming forked, and pulse which was highly erratic. She turned to a table and pulled out several herbs from her bag that she began to mix in a bowl.

While she was mixing them, Stoick could see that the wound on Draven's shoulder already seemed to be closing, as if he was his healing was being accelerated by some unknown force.

Gothi finished mixing the herbs and put one half in a soup the nurses made whilst keeping the other half dry. Draven looked over to Gothi and could see by the expression in her face that this was going to hurt. As if that made any difference to him.

Gothi took the dry herbs and rubbed them into the wound on Draven's shoulder. Draven cringed and screamed again as his arm burned. Gothi then grabbed the soup and held it to Draven's mouth where she ended up having to force feed it to him.

Gothi pulled back as Draven ripped his left arm from the leather straps and grabbed his wound. Everyone in the room gasped at what happened next. There was a strange and faint blue glow coming from the wound as it sealed itself up in a matter of seconds.

Draven's body went into another fit but soon subsided and his breathing began to slow. Feeling the worst was over, the nurses removed the remaining straps and bandaged his right arm, shoulder and chest.

The group left the room with Gothi gesturing Stoick and Gobber to follow her. Once outside the building, the chief and the smith asked Gothi what happened inside. Gothi began sketching in the ground to which Gobber translated "She says that Draven will be riding a moose into a mountain of gold." Gothi responded by swatting the smith over the head with her staff. Gobber corrected "She says she's not sure what's happening to the boy. He's obviously reacting to the Wraith's venom but what she finds strange is that he has neither turned into a Wraith nor died." Gothi sketched a few more symbols to which Stoick could read "We can only wait."

Little did the three know, Hiccup had entered the infirmary in search of her friend. She quickly found him and he in turn saw her. Draven saw her come close and sit by his left side and could see an obvious look of fear and sadness on her face. Draven tried to put on a weak smile and said in a shack voice "That...*cough*...went differently in my mind."

Hiccup let a small grin appear on her lips at her friends joke but quickly faded as she replied "Draven, I'm so sorry. This was my fault." Draven saw her eyes glisten and a tear roll down her cheek. He extended his hand for her cheek and replied "It wasn't...your fault. There was nothing...either of us could have done."

Hiccup's face lowered to which he raised her chin and said in a soothing voice "Don't...*cough*...worry about me. I'll be fine." Hiccup smiled again as she replied "Always the optimism with you." Draven laughed slightly and said "This island could do with a few."

Hiccup laughed a little at her friends comment. Even in the darkest of times did he find a light to push himself forward. "I'll leave you to rest then." she said in a reassured voice as she gave him a hug, a friendly kiss on his cheek and left the infirmary.

...

Two hours later

The sun had set now. The island was cloaied in night as everybody was with their families in their homes. All were morning the death of Draven's parents and the other 10 men lost that day at the docks.

All were resting from the day except for one. Draven's pain and sweating had not gone down in the slightest in the last two hours. If anything, it was getting worse. Fearing the worst, Draven forcefully pulled himself out of bed and hit the ground with an audible thud. He slowly began to crawl his way to the door and try find help. Draven feared he would die right here and right now with nobody at his side. He feared dying alone and just wanted somebody, anybody to be by his side. He wanted her by his side, to see her smile once more.

As he was half way to the door, his right arm went into a spasm and his veins that were bulged to the surface began to have a pale blue glow. Draven tried to scream but no sound came out. He tried to call for help but he couldn't speak. His mouth was wide open but no noise would come out and his entire body began to burn with pain far worse than anything he'd ever felt in his life.

Draven felt as though his whole body was set alight with a dozen swords stabbing into his body while being squeezed with a bladed chain. The worst pain of all was coming from the middle of his back, which felt like something was pushing outwards from within his own body.

If things weren't enough for the young viking, he started to secrete a blackish purple smoke. The smoke began to fill the entire room until it finally imploded into Draven. The young viking was finally able to make sound again and let out a spine chilling scream of terror as an explosion emanated from his body, blowing a hole in the infirmary wall and catch the undivided attention of the entire village.

Draven was curled up on the floor and could feel almost immediately that he was no longer in pain, yet at the same time he didn't feel normal. He got up to stand on his knees to gain his bearings. He looked to his hands and inhaled sharply when he gazed to his right hand. His skin had gain a luminous blue glow to it and their were several black armoured scales forming around his forearm, elbow, shoulder, bicep and backhand. He ran his left hand over it and it felt almost like dragon skin. Draven's eyes widened at a realisation that between the blue glow and the black armour, his hand looked like it belonged to a Wraith.

Two more things caught his attention. One: he felt as though a piece of himself was hanging off the top of his head. Feeling it, he could tell it was a single horn. Two: he could feel that his body had gained two extra appendages. Slowly turning his head over his shoulder, he could see that a set of two glowing wings had grown from his back.

Draven's mind didn't know what to think of his predicament. All he kept doing was staring and feeling his new features. "What's happening to me?" he whispered to himself in shock, confusion and fear. His mind was quickly pulled from its thoughts as he heard people outside coming towards the infirmary. What was strange was that he could hear exactly how many there were by the footsteps and he could even hear their breathing. Reacting on instinct that wasn't his own, he turned towards the hole in the wall and bolted.

Vikings burst into the room not ten seconds later lead by Stoick. The group examined the room and found no trace of Draven. All they found was a burn mark on the floor, a gaping hole in the wall and a blue light moving off towards the woods. "The Wraith must have come back to finish the job. AFTER IT!" the chief shouted in anger.

...

Draven was running far faster than he ever had before. He could feel as though his bones were harder, his muscles were stronger, his reflexes were quicker and his senses were heightened. He could smell, hear, see and even taste EVERYTHING.

He eventually stumbled and fell into a canyon with a large lake in it. Recovering from the fall, he realised he was in the cove. Feeling fatigued from the sprint, he slowly crawled towards the water, bracing himself for what he might see.

He reached the lakes edge and with the light of the moon, he could see what he now looked like. His eyes had changed from white eyeballs with brown irises to black eyeballs and glowing crimson irises. The horn on his head was growing on the left side and had a small armoured plate extending down the left side of his head. He could also see that the veins on the right side of his neck and chest were blackened as they lead into his now changed right arm.

Draven slowly leaned back from the water and put his arms around himself as he broke down. With tears freely flowing he weakly said to himself "No no no no. This can't be happening. This can't be happening."

Draven remembered the days events once more. He had spent half the day fishing with his dad which he enjoyed as they could spend time together but ended with him shouting at his father. He watched both his parents die and never had a chance to tell them how much he loved them. He was attacked by the Wraith and morphed into an indescribable abomination, and he never even told Hiccup how he had begun to feel for her in recent weeks.

He clenched his fists tight and screamed to the sky. "AAAHHHHHHH!" he screamed as he swiped his right arm through the air and discharged a plasma bolt that shot into the night sky and illuminated the cove.

The young viking simply fell onto his side and curled up in his wings as the tears flowed. All he wanted to do was to wake up from this nightmare. To wake up in his bed and realise that all was still right with the world. If only life were that generous.

His attention was pulled to the woods in the direction of the village as he heard the angry shouting of a hunting party. Draven pulled himself to his feet and slowly backed away in the other direction. "Not like this." he muttered as he opened his underdeveloped wings. "Not like this." he repeated as he turned around and with one powerful thrust, shot out of the cove and into the treeline. Draven ran while also beating his wings as hard as he could, going deeper into the woods as the last thing he wanted was to be seen like this and put down like an animal.

He ran and ran, quickly outpacing the hunting party but stopped when he came upon the area he and Hiccup were playing in earlier. He enjoyed those moments with her. He liked how energetic she was and how she saw the world. Most of all, he liked that radiant smile of hers as well as her friendly laugh. She was his closest friend for five years and there was nobody else like her on the island. He liked her. He couldn't bring himself to run further from the village without seeing her face one last time.

He turned his head over his shoulder and decided on what to do. He ran back to the clearing in the trees where his hidden tunnel was and made his way back to the village, avoiding the hunting party.

...

Draven followed his tunnel network straight to its end where it came out the side of the cliff right behind the Haddock household. He looked up the cliff side and began his climb. Under normal circumstances, climbing a bare cliff side would be next to impossible but with his new strength of was a singe for him.

He reached the top in a matter of seconds and was surprised by how much he was taking to his new talents. 'TALENTS' he thought to himself in anger. 'Is that what I think of this monster I've become. TALENTS.' Draven couldn't describe it. He liked his new found strength and speed. The strength and speed of a demon. He was disgusted with himself.

He looked towards Hiccup's home and pushed those thoughts aside. As he approached the house, he caught a scent in the air. It smelled like a mix between something sweet and the refreshing sea breeze. It was Hiccup's scent and it was intoxicating to him. 'No wonder the Wraith went towards her.' he thought.

Draven snuck up on the house and creped up along the wall where Hiccup's skylight was. He carefully climbed the wall and peered inside to see Hiccup's sleeping form. Quietly, he climbed into her room and slowly walked towards the side of her bed.

'What am I doing?' Draven thought to himself.'Why do I have this uncontrollable urge just to simply see her?' It didn't take long for him to figure it out. Eleven years old for a human is still a child but eleven years old for a dragon is all almost fully matured. His dragon side was not only affecting him physically but emotionally and mentally as well.

He knelt by Hiccup's side and stared at her face. She was his best friend and his liking towards her was now beginning to manifest into something deeper. He looked down with a sigh and thought out loud "Hiccup. I wish things weren't so complicated right now. I don't know why the gods have done this to me."

A tear rolled down his face as he looked back up to her sleeping state and continued "I'm going to be leaving for some time. I have to find a way to fix myself and I cannot do it here, but I promise I will come back one day." He extended his right hand and gently pressed it on her cheek, "I promise I will be back for you. Goodbye."

Draven did more than simply touch her cheek. He imprinted on her. He knew that she will undoubtedly be upset to here that he will be gone, but with his imprint, she will still feel a comfort that Draven is still alive and somewhere in the world.

With that, he pulled his hand back, quietly exited through her skylight and returned to the cliff side tunnel.

...

Several hours had passed as Draven slowly wondered his tunnels. The hunting party had long since lost his trail and had returned to the village. Eventually he reached the end of the tunnel network on the far side of the island by a beach.

On the beach, he noticed a dim light appear on the horizon and knew the sun would be rising soon. He also noticed a wrecked boat on the beach. He approached the boat and upon closer inspection could at least tell that the hull was intact and its sail system still worked. It just needed to get back in the water.

"This will do." he said to himself. He wouldn't bother trying to fly out for Tow reasons. One: he still had to learn to use his wings efficiently. Two: Wraiths hate sunlight and he figured that would carry over to him as well and with sunrise an hour away, flying was out of the question.

He prepared to push the boat to the water with his new strength but as he began to push, he heard what sounded like crying coming from a nearby cave. Curious, he approached the cave to inspect the origin of the crying.

As he entered the cave, he noticed a dead dragon behind a large boulder. Judging by the size, shape, purple colour and spines, he could tell it was an adult Skrill. It's wings were shredded and it was covered in deep scars and gashes. The crying was coming from behind it. He cautiously circled the Dragon to find a purple baby female Skrill that couldn't have been more that a few weeks old standing by the adults head. "Mama." the baby Skrill cried in a weak shaky voice.

It didn't surprise Draven that he could hear what the dragon was saying. After all, he was half one himself now.

The baby Skrill noticed a glowing blue light moving around the cave and turned to see something she had never seen before. She saw what appeared to be some half human half Wraith creature. She slowly turned to face him while backing away slightly. "What...Who are you? Please don't hurt me." she said in a frightened tone.

Draven slowly walked closer to the baby with his hands raised in a friendly gesture. "I won't little one. I'm not here to hurt anyone. What happened here?" he said as he closed the distance between the two and crouched a meter from her.

The baby replied weakly "Mama and I were sleeping when we woke up to the sound of another dragon. She told me to hide when she went outside. I heard shouting and screaming. It was a Wraith. It...did this."

The Wraith. Those two words kept one repeating themselves in Draven's head and he slowly balled his fists as he gazed to his right arm. Not only had it destroyed his life, but the life of an innocent baby Skrill.

The baby looked up to Draven's face and asked "Who are you. You are both human and Wraith. Two things that mama said were dangerous, yet you seem friendly."

Draven looked back to the Skrill and replied "I think the same Wraith that attacked your mother was the one that did this to me. It killed both my parents and tried to turn me into a Wraith. It failed, somewhat, but has left me no choice but to leave my people."

Draven looked back outside to the boat and then back to the Skrill. He knew that with her mother gone, she would barely last a week. He couldn't leave her. "Young one. I'm sorry about your mother but you cannot stay here. Vikings might find you. If you come with me, I promise to keep you safe." he said as he extended his hand towards the baby trying to be as friendly and as harmless as possible.

As much as the Skrill wanted to stay in the cave with her mother and that the cave was the only home she knew, he was right. However, she still didn't know what to think of him. He was part human and part Wraith. He was two things she was taught to avoid due to the dangers of both, yet the pheromones he was giving off indicated that he was of no threat to her at all. He was an ordinary boy who lost his family to the Wraith and hated it just as much as she did. He was friendly. He was like her.

She slowly walked towards his extended hand, giving it a sniff and finally leaning into it. Draven almost immediately felt a connection between himself and the Skrill. Both had lost everything and had no home. When he looked into her eyes, he saw himself. They bonded.

The Skrill got closer to Draven and rubbed herself along his side. He responded by gently picking her up and making his way to the boat. "Goodbye mama. I love you." the dragon said as she gave one last look into the cave.

Draven reached the boat and put the dragon inside. He then made his way to the back and pushed it into the water as hard as he could in order to give it the momentum it needed to get past the waves.

Draven jumped in once he felt the boat would break past the waves and began to examine his supplies. The boat was clearly large enough for the two of them and even had a lower deck. It also had a fishing net and a small canvas that was raised into a tent for some shade for anyone who was on the main deck.

He gave one last look to Berk before exhaling and taking a seat under the cover canvas. The Skrill walked up next to him and cuddled by his side. "What's your name mister?" the dragon asked. She knew that human gave each other names. "Draven. Draven Mothlyn. What's yours?" Dragons didn't often have names. They would sometimes but mostly they just called each other by their breed. "Violet." the dragon said. "Mama named me Violet."

Draven smiled as he learned the name of his new friend. "Well Violet, I promised a friend of mine that I would one day return to this island, but for now, it's you and me against the world."

...

The sun was rising over the island of Berk. Hiccup's eyes slowly opened to the morning sunlight creeping through her skylight. As she sat up in bed, her cheek felt warm. She ran her hand along it and felt a comforting sensation she couldn't describe. The best way she could describe it would be the feeling of knowing that even if you feel alone, someone will look out for you.

Not knowing what it was, she climbed out of bed, got dressed and made her way downstairs. When she got downstairs however, she saw her father sitting on his chair staring into the fire. "Morning dad." she chirped with a radiant smile of the comfort she felt. When she looked into his eyes, she saw sorrow. "What is it?" she asked curiously.

Stoick looked to his daughter and immediately felt a sting in his heart at the news he had to tell her. He inhaled and began "Hiccup. Last night not long after you went to sleep, there was an incident. The Wraith that attacked us yesterday came back during the night and found where your friend Draven was recovering."

Hiccup's eyes slowly began to widen as she stood frozen by the fire. Stoick continued with a heavy heart "We began to hear a loud scream come from the infirmary. We raced to Draven's room and found nothing. All we saw were burn marks around the room and a Wraith running away from the infirmary and towards the forest. We think it was running because it may have been injured and couldn't fly."

Hiccup's legs felt weak as she dropped down onto the bench next to the fireplace. Stoick moved over to his daughter and pulled her into a hug as he finished "I'm so sorry Hiccup. Draven is gone."

Hiccup began to think about everything she just heard. She pulled herself away from her father and got up from the bench. When Stoick looked in her eyes, he was expecting to see tear laced eyes of sadness. He didn't. Her eyes were still wide with shock but she wasn't breaking down like he had expected her to.

She slowly turned towards the door and made her way outside. She walked through the village with everyone giving her a wide berth. People of the village felt bad for her. Yes some people ignored her while others talked down to her but they knew that Draven was her closest friend. Nobody gave her sideways glares or harsh comments as she walked. They were being sympathetic towards her. She walked all the way to the forge where she went into the study Gobber had recently given to her and Draven and sat on her chair.

Gobber arrived in the forge not long after also expecting to see Hiccup curled up somewhere crying. Instead, he found he in her study working. She had her sketchbook and her charcoal pencil out and was working on different ideas she had to help the village.

Hiccup could see Gobber's expression out the corner of her eye and knew what he was going to say. Just as he opened his mouth, she firmly said first "He's not dead."

Gobber took a step towards her and gently said "Hiccup, please. We can't find him. We can only guess that..."

"HE'S NOT DEAD!" she shouted. Gobber was taken aback by this. He never guessed Hiccup as the kind who would raise her voice. She was always the kind, gentle, smart, well mannered, open minded person that was his apprentice and the daughter of the chief. He would never have taken her as the type to shout. He backed away from her with a sigh thinking she just needed some time and said "Okay. I'll leave you to yer' work."

As he left, Hiccup touched her left cheek again and felt that warm feeling again. She said to herself one last time "Draven's not dead."

As I said at the beginning, the first two chapters will focus heavily on Draven. Chapter three will be the dragon raid and when Hiccup shoots Toothless down.

Let me know what you guys think.