Chapter 2: The Descent,

I fell from the sky at rapid speed. I felt like a dragon that had lost its wings, mostly because I had to ditch my glider before I burned to death. I couldn't help but scream as the wind whistled past my ears. My body flailed as it tried to right itself, and I panicked. Ironic as it was, as much as I loved flying, I had a fear of falling (without being able to stop at least).

I was scared out of my mind. I knew once I hit the ground I was going to feel a lot of pain. I fell on an angle, so my troop wouldn't know where to look even if they went looking for me. This island was very dangerous, we knew if we left someone behind they were on their own.

As I could make out the needles on the branches of the pine trees I braced myself for impact. There was lots of scratching as my body hit the branches of the pine trees. I knew for sure I was going to bruise as I hit one branch after the other. When I got near the bottom I almost broke a branch straight off the tree, before my body collided with the ground, and slid.

I made a huge crater through the earth as slide through it, parting it into a deep pathway. Then I hit a rock and my body flew over it like it was a ramp and landed on the ground. All the damage I had caused to myself during my fall had me feeling really tired and feeling a lot of pain. It was so much that I passed out.

When I awoke I was trapped. When I went unconscious I must have gotten covered by falling debris. There was a heavy branch on top of my back, and there was another one trapping my foot between itself and a rock. I tried to move my other foot to possibly move the other branch off but when I moved my foot a little I felt intense pain shoot up my leg. It was most probably injured from my fall, and I wouldn't be surprised if the other one was injured as well. I was trapped.

I was going to die here. I was either going to starve to death, or be found by some wandering dragon and eaten. Either way I was pretty much dead. I thought that since I wasn't going anywhere, I might as well sleep. Soon I might sleep for good. At least that's what it would seem like on the outside, while my soul was either travelling to Valhalla or to Hel's Hall.

I wasn't sure if I was a warrior that deserved Valhalla. I was just a scout. My battles were sneaky and on the sidelines, not on the front lines. I might go to Hel's hall, which wouldn't be so bad. The difference would be that in Hel's hall I would live exactly as I live now, unless I was evil. If I was evil, then I would be punished until Ragnorok. When Ragnorok arrived I would have a chance to redeem myself in the battle of the gods.

I didn't know what would happen, but until my untimely demise I decided to rest. I hoped I could regain enough strength to free myself and fight my future attacker. Then maybe I could spare myself another few hours of life before death. Still I slept.

I dreamed that I wasn't trapped. I dreamed that I was free. I dreamed that there were no dragons to plague us with their constant hunting. I dreamed of the life I might have had with my father. Since I was dreaming I made my mother alive as well. I gave us a nice house on a cliff somewhere, on a plentiful island where I could have many friends. When we weren't fighting, I could be myself. It was a good dream.

Then I woke up. I was awakened by a screeching in the distance. I hoped I was still dreaming. Then I felt the dragons talons step onto me and I shook them off causing the dragon to screech again. I slowly opened my eyes to see the dragon that shot me down standing next to my face. We were at eye level; he was probably no bigger than my head. It was almost laughable that he'd be the one to kill me.

Of course he'd be the one to come looking for me. He was the only one who saw me fall, other than my dad. My dad wouldn't be one to stick around on a hostile island. He would probably just assume I was dead and move on after throwing my memorial back on our island.

The dragon made of series of screeching noises probably to show its dominance over me. I had already noticed. For once in its life, this little dragon was more powerful than me. The dragon puffed out its chest to make itself look bigger and growled at me, before placing its talons on my neck to slice it open. I closed my eyes and accepted defeat. This dragon was going to kill me, and there was no way I was getting out of this. I let out a sigh and prayed my death would be quick and painless.

I lay there and waited for the tiny dragon to deliver the final blow. I waited...and I waited...but it never came. The dragon removed its talons off of my neck without leaving a mark on me and started to walk away. It was probably going to get reinforcements; it couldn't kill me on its own. I could tell he was leaving by hearing a soft screech in the distance. It sounded like the screech of defeat; I knew the sound, since I had just made it a second ago.

Then, suddenly, the strangest thing happened. My eyes snapped open as I felt the wood over top of me moving. The tiny dragon was on top of me, moving, sawing, and blasting through the wood that was holding me in place. This was my chance. I thanked the Gods. I could kill my attacker before he killed me or before he went to get reinforcements.

As soon as I was free, I grabbed that little dragon by the throat and pinned him against a rock. The dragon didn't move; he was too terrified. He knew I was going to kill him. He didn't breathe fire, or scratch at me with his talons. I was thinking about how to kill him. I could always use my oil sack, but I didn't want to waste them on such a small dragon. I had a dagger just in case I had a close encounter on the battle field that I couldn't fly away from. I pulled it out and prepared to use it on the little dragon.

The dragon gave out a terrified screech as I prepared to strike. Then I realised something. This dragon was accepting defeat, just as I was a second ago. If I killed the dragon that set me free, would that make me worse than he was for shooting me down? I also thought, he did set me free. If he wanted to kill me, or have me killed, he would've left me there. Instead he was giving me a chance to escape and be free.

Maybe this wasn't a trick. Maybe he really was sparing my life. What kind of dragon would do that? All I knew was, that sort of dragon wasn't worth killing. So I put my knife away, and instead just screamed in the tiny dragons scaly face.

"Agggghhhh!" Before releasing my grip on his neck and letting him go just as he did to me. After I did, I got up to run away. I had no idea where my glider was so I couldn't fly away. I hobbled and limped as I darted in the opposite direction of the tiny green dragon. When I was far enough in the distance I came across a small cove where I slipped on the rocks and fell into the pit.

A/N: Did that seem short? Sorry if it did, I'm just trying to take this one scene at a time. I know Hiccup was going to stab Toothless' heart, but I thought the neck would be easier to penetrate. I know that Toothless in the movie was going to breathe fire on Hiccup to kill him but humans can't breathe fire so I gave him a dagger to kind of mirror the human Hiccup. I know to make it more accurate I should have made dragon hiccup breathe fire on human Toothless but I figured that Terrible Terror flames don't do much damage in fatality, and slicing the neck would be more permanent. Yeah, so in short I dealt with a little artistic license. If you don't hate me thus far, stay tuned to see what happens in the next chapter.