Alone.
Cold.
unwanted.
Using one word to describe myself, miserable. No, I'm not a depressed person. Quiet, but I haven't lost my hope. I remain strong when the world is against me.
My village disowned me when they found out about my "little secret". They always thought I was in the forest for so long because I didn't have any friends, or that I just really hated people. My tribesmen weren't completely wrong. I didn't have any friends, that was right. I didn't hate all people though, just the annoying people.
I didn't just waste my time,dawdling in the forest like they think, no, I trained. I am the best warrior, and that doesn't happen by sleeping with a sword under your pillow. It takes years of bloody work.
They found me training. It wasn't the fact I was training that had me disowned. It's HOW I was training. They didn't approve of the unknown. And if its not known, it's not safe. Vikings. Dumb bastards, wouldn't allow me to show them the light. So they trapped me, bound me, then tossed me on the farthest uninhabitable island and left.
Rumors of dragons surviving here, mercilessly ripping explorers in half. They thought the dragons would just gobble me up. They might of too!
If it wasn't for Hiccup that is.