Prologue

I have been on my own as far as my mind would let me think. When I had first woken up it was in a forest, on my back and pain ripped throughout my entire body. My surroundings were alien and nothing seemed to make any sense to me. The sound of a twig snapping, or animals moving throughout the forest would set me on edge. I hadn't known what my name was, who I was, where I came from, or if anyone would search for me, realizing that I had disappeared.

But that was many moons ago. Now I have grown taller, stronger, and have memorized the forest from top to bottom. During that time of growing I had made a bow with arrows, and a knife. Each were very useful and every time I went out on a hunt I knew I was getting better with my aim and my stealth, making it almost too easy to kill game. But that was what happened during the day, what happened at night was more frightful than anything I had ever experienced as far back as I can remember.

Sometimes I would get vivid visions, no memories. Memories that were about my past, and they were just now coming back to me. I was excited at first, hoping that they would tell me about how I ended up in the middle of a forest with no memory on how I got there, or who I was.

Most of the time the memories would be beautiful. Full of wonderful colors and blue skies. I could feel the warm sun shinning down on me and laughter filled the summer air. Flowers, long strands of grass, and trees would sway with the wind, tickling my skin. That only happened if I were truly lucky. Lots of the memories were dark, and horrific. I could feel pain overflowing all throughout my body. Blades would carve its way through my back, arms, and any skin that was left uncovered. The air would be stained with the smell of blood and whiskey. Evil laughter would make its way to my ears and travel into my brain. Permanently drilling the terrible sound into my head, never to escape. That happened almost every single night, even this one.

Screams made their way out of my mouth and into the night when the terrible memories ended, alerting every animal that unfortunately was nearby. I woke up in a cold sweat, my unruly curly brown hair plastered to my sun kissed skin. My mind couldn't comprehend that this had actually happened to me, that this was my past, so I always told myself that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. After I had calmed my breathing some I frantically looked over the skin that I was able to see with a quick glance. To see if it was true, if all that pain and agony had happened. My breath hitched when I saw jagged white lines running in all directions along my arms, legs, and stomach. They were clearly scars, which proved me wrong, it wasn't a lie. It was all real.

What had happened to me? I hadn't the slightest clue but I was determined to find out, if I ever remembered. I didn't know why the scars had caught me by surprise, this would happen pretty much every night, but it never ceased to amaze me that one person could go through all that pain. Now, I was on my own and I had to defend myself against the unknown.

Blinking my eyes I sat up and rubbed the last remains of the terrifying memory out of my eyes. Yawning, I stretched out my back of any kinks from lying on the forest floor. Looking up at the sky I could tell that it was almost dawn, the orange-yellow sun peeking up over the horizon. Sun rises and sunsets were very beautiful…wherever I was, but all I knew was that I hadn't run into any villages or its inhabitants so that must have meant that the mysterious land she was on was uninhabited.

Looking at her rations she had it didn't look too good, so deciding that it was time in search for food I started to gather and get ready for the day long hunt. Picking up my handmade bow and arrow I slung it over my left shoulder, also grabbing my knife and stuck it in my right leather boot where there was a secret compartment, in case I needed to use it. Making sure I grabbed what I needed for the hunt I headed out into the forest to find me easy game to shoot with my weapon.

After walking through the forest and not finding any small game to shoot at I found a lake in a rather fair sized area. It was very pretty, the sun was making the water sparkle, the green grass made the whole place pop, and birds flew throughout the tranquil place. Instead of it being on the level ground it dipped into the ground a couple of feet, and I was standing on the top, looking down upon it. It seemed like a great place to make camp, way better than the camp I had.

Walking the perimeter of the large hole to find an opening I finally found a way to get done below ground level to get to the lake. Thinking back to try and remember the last time I had washed I grimaced and agreed to just take a dip. Only for awhile, then I'd go back to my hunting. Maybe I'd even move my camp here, it'd be great! I'd be out of the way of predators and I had a source of water just a couple of feet away. It seemed like a great idea so I put it in my schedule to transfer my little trinkets to the lake.

Carefully making my way down the boulder that lowered to the below ground area I walked over to the lake. When I got to the lake's shore I knelt down on my knees, dipped my hands in the water to bring my hands back out cupping water and brought it to my lips. The water rushed over my tongue, quickly quenching my thirst. Removing my hands from my mouth I looked down upon my reflection, since I haven't seen my face for a while curiosity got the best of me.

My hair was full of tangled brown curls that fell just below my shoulder blades. Freckles were spotted here and there on my face, but that was all. Looking into my own eyes they were a light blue, but also showed a hint of green in them. My skin wasn't pale and it wasn't black either, it was a tan that I was quite satisfied with. But even with the grime and dirt on my skin I could still see the faint scar that was on my left cheek. Lifting my right hand I gently felt the white scar that seemed to stand out against my tan skin. It wasn't rough, but I could tell that it once was a deep cut.

Growling I lashed out at the water, sending sprays of it onto the shore. "What in Thor's name happened to me?" I exclaimed, putting my head in my hands. "Why can't I remember anything?" That wasn't completely true, I was getting visions that probably contained memories of my past, but I fully didn't know that yet. Or did I? I groaned and stood up, this was all too confusing. Figuring that washing away the dirt would wash away my problems I started to take off my boots that had a fur ring around the top and started to remove the rest of my clothing.

I didn't know how long I was in that lake, but it was long enough to get the dirt out of my hair and off of my body. Feeling satisfied that a large majority of the dirt was finally off of me I swam to the shore and got out. Allowing the sun to dry my skin I got dressed in the same clothes I wore before and ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to get the tangles out. It worked better than I thought it would, most of the tangles were out. Now my brown hair was curling in twists and turns on my shoulders, and resting in the middle of my back. Not knowing that it had gotten that long I decided to tie it into a side braid. Taking out a leather strip from my pants pocket I started to tame my curls and finally finished the side braid.

Snap!

Quickly turning around I saw something flash in the corner of my eye. Finding a rock I dashed for it and hid behind it, fearing what was out there. A wild boar? I had ran into those things before and didn't want to run into them ever again, scary buggers they were. A cougar? Or maybe a- my thoughts were cut off by heavy footsteps, and they sounded close. Reaching to my left shoulder for my bow and arrow so I could get a clear shot at the intruder, but grasped nothing. Oh, no. I had left them by the lake, and there was absolutely no way I was ever going to get them now, unless I wanted to get eaten by whatever was out there. My heartbeat was quickening, along with my breathing, which caused my hands and body to start to shake. How was I going to defend myself? I thought reaching into my right shoe and grabbing my knife, with a measly knife? At least I had my knife, it's better than nothing...

Turning around I slowly edged my way to the side of the boulder that I was hiding behind so I could at least catch a glimpse of what had startled her so much. Peering around the boulder I could see the lake and laying next to it was my weapon. Not seeing anything on this side of the area I rolled over to the opposite side and peered over. I could feel my blood drain from my face and run cold; it was the absolute worst thing I was expecting.

It was… a dragon.

To be continued...

AN: I thought I would leave it at that, kind of giving it a cliffhanger. I know the story sucks, but I had to get it out there because it was just bugging me and I had to get another persons opinion on it. Be easy, this is my first FanFic and I have no idea where this is going to go. This story takes place after the second How To Train Your Dragon movie. Plus, the title might change because I really don't like it now but I don't really know another one that would fit this story. Read and review!