~Dawn's Pov~
~Flashback~

I wasn't cared about back on Amberwood. I was unimportant, unnecessary, unloved, and according to everyone else, I never even should've been born. My parents would ignore their words. We were happy. Despite the hatred everyone felt towards me, I felt loved. I felt as if I had a purpose. I knew I was in this world for a reason. Even after I lost them.

Dad was the chief of Amberwood. He was the greatest warrior our island had ever seen. He found love, married her, everyone loved them. Unfortunately, their firstborn was a girl. That was unacceptable for a great chief. He needed an heir to take over the island, and on our island, that heir apparently had to be a boy. My parents disagreed, and my father announced one day that since I was the first born, I was to be the next chief of Amberwood. The villagers didn't like that, but instead of resenting my parents for it like you would think, they just resented me. They would call me names, make fun of me, and even though I was little, I still remember all of it.

When my brother was born, the tribe rioted, begged, and pushed my parents to let him be the next chief instead of me. My parents wouldn't have it. The villagers didn't like that. What they did like, was when my parents died, they could change my father's orders. My brother was to be the next chief. I didn't understand what was going on. I was only two, but I still remember the day it happened.

Unlike most at the time, Amberwood wasn't at war with the dragons. Sadly, we didn't exactly have the best relationship with them. My parents banned killing them, so they stopped attacking and had moved onto the island. The dragons loved my parents, much like the tribe, but the villagers didn't like the dragons. Are you seeing the pattern?

One day, some kids were bugging a dragon. He was afraid, hurt, and all the noise was making it worse. The kids were throwing rocks at him, a large group of adults had weapons like pitchforks, knives, swords, and they were all screaming. My parents came running, the kids ran away when they saw the chief and his wife. Dad held out his arm, the dragon stared at it. Mom was trying to silence the crowd, but they wouldn't listen. Right when the dragon was about to let Dad touch him, someone threw a clay pot, the dragon let out a scream, and with it fire. No one was hurt. Except for my parents. But they weren't hurt. They were killed.

The next day someone took in my two-week-old brother to raise as the next chief. I was left alone. Luckily, I was only alone for a few hours. Instead of being raised by a human, I was raised by dragons. It was different. The tribe looked down on me even more, I could understand dragons, and I didn't have to worry about learning to take care of an island. The only problems I would have was when I would walk through town because, as I said, the people of the Warden tribe didn't like me much. I was the unnecessary mistake that happened when Odin sneezed. I never talked to people, so they thought I mute, meaning they also thought I was cursed.

I should mention don't blame the dragon. It could've been avoided if the tribe had just left the dragon alone or listened to my parents. They were all so naïve, and they always had been. Who I do blame, is my brother, and the family who raised him, but not for why you would think. They never told him I was his sister, and no one wanted to admit that he was related to the so-called mute girl who called three dragons her family.

The dragons who raised me, my new parents, had laid an egg. I see her as my sister. She was fully grown when it happened. Those people used my brother. They wanted to get rid of me for good. They had him kill my dragon parents, then I was sent to live the rest of my life in exile. I won't tell you the full story, but I will tell you this;

When I left that dreaded island, the whole tribe was there. I said, loud enough so that everyone heard, my brother included. "It's sad to see how you've raised my brother. Your previous chief and chieftess definitely wouldn't've raised him the way you have, but I know I speak for them when I say they forgive you."

I then got on Nightwing and flew off, hoping to never give that place a second thought, but I couldn't do it. The ghosts of everyone on that island follow me. The ghosts of both sets of parents haunt me, and an evil followed me. A man who wanted secrets about Amberwood. He made his move when right before we were above this one island shaped like a dragon.

He had jumped down off of his dragon, landing on Nightwing. I jumped up in surprise when I heard his battle cry. I looked up just in time to see him falling, and I stood up and turned in time to see him land on the back of Nightwing.

Nightwing jerked around when she felt the added weight. I stumbled, almost loosing my footing. I grabbed the swords from their place on my back and pointed them both at the strange man. "Who are you?" I asked, voice stern, faking the power that I would never have.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He replied in a devious tone.

"Get. Off." I emphasized, louder than before.

"Actually, I think I'd prefer if you fell off. To your death." He took a step forward, swinging his axe. I stepped back.

"Dawn!" Nightwing roared voice filled with worry.

"Keep flying, Nightwing." I shouted. "Don't worry about me!"

"I wonder... Are you assuming what your dragon means, or can you actually understand?" The man questioned.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I replied, mocking his previous words to me. I swung my swords, simultaneously dodging or blocking the swings of his axe. "And she's not my dragon, she's my friend!"

It was when he put the axe away that we stopped. We stood there for a few moments. I was breathing heavily, he was unaffected by what had just happened. In one swift movement, he grabbed my swords from my hands, slashed my arm, and hit me in the head with the hilt, managing to knock me out, causing me to fall off Nightwing. And I woke up surrounded by dragon riders.