After Gobber had dropped her off at the house, Helen grabbed her pencil and her notebook, then ran outside via the back door. The woods were located directly behind her house, so Helen was able to sneak away unnoticed. As she walked through the woods, the small girl drew an aerial view of Berk, where the watch tower was, and the general direction of where the Dragon might have gone. Marking on rocks with her pencil, she walked further into the woods. After about three hours of searching, Helen became very lethargic; she was having no success at all! 'This is lame' she thought to herself.

"Oh, the gods hate me," She spoke out loud. 'Might as well. No one else is HERE to talk to! Besides, if they WERE here, they wouldn't want to talk to me anyways…'

"Some people lose their knife, or their mug, or even their socks, but me, I've managed to lose an entire Dragon!" Helen hit a tree branch to emphasize her anger, but it came back and hit her in the face.

"What the…?" She looked up and saw that the entire tree had been broken in half, and there was a path leading after it. Pushing the branch back once again, but not quite as forcefully this time, the Viking girl followed the path down. After getting to the bottom, Helen looked over a large mound of dirt and saw a large black thing lying there in a small clearing, all tangled up in a leather, weighted net. Freaking out and fairly sure that the thing was going to kill her, she ducked down. When nothing happened, Helen looked over the mound again. The Dragon was sleeping! 'What luck! Now I have my chance, I'm going to prove that I can be a Viking!' The girl hurried over the mound and snuck quietly to the motionless Night Fury.

"Oh, I did it! I can't believe I actually did it! Oh, this fixes everything! I, Helen, have brought down this mighty beast!" As she made the last comment she placed her boot on the Dragon's front leg, only to have the `mighty beast` nudge her off, which thoroughly freaked her out. She looked over to where the Dragon's head was, and its eyes were open, glaring hatefully up at her. Helen was surprised, and when their eyes met, she could tell the Dragon was too. But she quickly looked away from those eyes that, though they were hypnotic, may cause her to feel some amount of sympathy towards the creature.

"I'm gonna kill you Dragon." The Girl told the creature sternly. "I'm going to cut your heart out, and take it to my father… You know why? Because I'm a Viking. I'M A VIKING!" She yelled at the Night Fury. It just stared at her, and she wondered if it could understand her, or if she just sounded like she was talking nonsense. 'Probably the later' she thought. The Night Fury closed its eyes and leaned it's head back, as if it were accepting it's death. Helen looked at where her knife was supposed to stab, raised her arms over her head, aimed, and then, placed her hands on her head. She looked at the injured Dragon, ready to die, most likely in agonizing pain, and remembered how scared it had looked before it accepted its fate.

"I did this…" Helen turned to leave, but stopped. 'Leaving it here would be just as cruel, if not worse than if I had killed it myself… It has no way to protect itself if a wild animal should attack it… And even if nothis attacks, it will surely starve to death…'

Night Fury's POV: (Beginning Earlier)

The net was coming for him, but he couldn't move fast enough. *Whoever threw this thing had good aim*He thought, then it hit him. Literally, the net hit him and he went down. Blackness. He blacked out when he hit the first tree. He wasn't weak or anything; it was just a really big tree. When he woke up he was in a small clearing, tangled in a leather net that was weighted with small rocks. He heard a voice that sounded human, and female, a female human adolescent. *Great, I'm going to die.* The voice was saying something, they sounded far away, maybe they wouldn't come near, the Dragon hoped.

"Some people lose their knife, or their mug, or even their socks, but me, I've managed to lose an entire Dragon!" the female was saying. Then, shortly afterwards… "Ow! What the…?" After a while he heard a gasp and knew that whoever this was had found him. He heard her come up closer to him. *What the hell is she doing? Doesn't she know I'm a Night Fury? The most feared Dragon known to man?*

"Oh, I did it! I can't believe I actually did it!" She started, sounding very excited. *Yes, you have done it, congrats. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, she will go away.*

"Oh, this fixes everything!" She continued. *Fixes what?*he wondered. Vikings were generally fairly successful with things.

"I, Helen, have brought down this mighty beast!" As she made the last comment she placed her boot on his front leg. *Okay 'Helen' that's it, I'm flattered by the whole mighty beast thing, but GET OFF!* he shifted his leg, pushing her off, surprised at how he was able to push her off so much easier than he had expected. Opening his eyes to see why she had fallen off so easily, the Dragon got the shock of his life. This wasn't a Viking, this was a dwarf. A skinny dwarf, but a dwarf nonetheless. She looked like she had no muscle whatsoever; and she didn't have any fat either. She was the exact opposite of the typical Viking. Short, skinny, and a bit frightened.
He was going to be killed by not only a child, but a wimpy one at that. Was there anything more humiliating? He was shocked even further when he saw her eyes. They were bright green, like his. He could tell that she was shocked too. Then she looked away from him, which he was thankful for because he couldn't seem to look away from her hypnotizing gaze. Then she said it. Those words that sealed the deal.

"I'm gonna kill you Dragon. I'm going to cut your heart out, and take it to my father, you know why? Because I'm a Viking. I'M A VIKING!" She yelled at him. *Who are you trying to convince? Me or you? Because I'm gonna need a lot more convincing.* as if reading his mind, she pulled out a knife and held it above his heart. *Okay, I'm convinced.* He looked at her once more, and realized that for the first time in his life, he was scared. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, then moaned *Just make it fast!* he waited for the fatal blow, and heard the human speak once more.

"I did this…" *Yes, yes you did, again, congrats, wait, she sounds almost…regretting, this isn't a Viking… Is it?*he heard her turn around, as if she were going to LEAVE. The human seemed to stop and come back, and the Dragon heard something that could only mean one thing. This human was insane.

Scrape, scrape, scrape, SNAP!

She was cutting his binds! Didn't she know that he could kill her with a single swipe?

Scrape, scrape, scrape, SNAP!

One more bind, then he would be free. He tensed up, waiting for just the right moment…

Scrape, scrape, scrape, SNAP!

He leapt up and pounced on the girl, pinning her up against a rock. He glared into her eyes, which were wide with fear. The same fear that he felt not two minutes ago. He couldn't kill this girl. She would not be his first kill. No, not an unarmed child, it was against his ethics.

*LEAVE US ALONE!* He yelled at her, getting close enough to her face to take in her scent. He then half
flew, half fell away.

After having her eardrums almost explode, Helen got up, and then fainted due to shock.