Incase you haven't caught on, the dragon was young Toothless and that was his kinda back story. But anyway, READ ON!

It's not easy having a reward on your head for your capture. But for me, it's not much of an issue. None of them have caught me before. They've tried, oh you bet they have, but none have been successful. It's always the more...regular visitors to the skyless island who attempt a capture. But now, as I hover just above the other dragons swooping down on the village below in the night, they keep there fair distance from me. Which is very much safer for them. They're all scared of me now. And they should be. After their last try at containing me to bring to the Great One, I doubt her loyal followers will rear their ugly little heads in my direction again.

The queen's slaves are attacking the Skyless village for food to give to Her in trade for protection. Chaos. That's the best word to describe the scene below me as they upturn pens and torch dens in a desperate search for sustenance. Pah! I have no need for that. I have not been to Dragon Island in five years! I live free and on my own; I am the first independent Night Fury. It was hard the first year being by myself, especially through the harsh winter, but I have not had to serve the queen for that time. And I am now one of the most feared dragons around due to the injuries inflicted upon those who dared try apprehend me. No one dares confront me. No one. Not even Flicker. Although I have not heard of him since my last night in the Mountain.

I have also flown up in the ranks of the skylesses. They are terrified of me. Even the sound of my roar sends them sprawling on the floor under their funny wooden boards. It's a rush every time I swoop down and blast my hot blue flames over their pitiful dens. I sometimes wonder why they made them like that. A Terrible Terror could set them alight! It's ridiculous!

It also makes me beg the question, why do they stay here on the island. I would just leave if dragons were attacking me every night, eating my live stock, destroying my dens. Then again, they aren't nearly as bright as me. Though they do seem to have some kind of stubbornness issues. Perhaps that's why?

I watch the dragons below me, my eyes reflecting the flames burning the Skyless settlement. Nadders rummaging for sheep hidden in wooden enclosures, Zipple Backs burning dens to the ground. All the destruction because of one dragon.

As I gaze upon the mayhem erupting in various parts of the village I search with razor-keen eyes for the opportune moment to strike...

Ah! Their rock-launchers! I think as I watch a Nadder shot down by the giant boulders thrown by the contraption. A Monstrous Nightmare climbs up a rock-launcher in a flurry of fire, its scales alight in the inferno. At least he'll distract them for a moment.

Watch out scaleless insects! I look down at the Skylesses, a wicked gleam in my emerald-green eyes. I'm don't attack for the queen any longer, I attack for vengeance. Camouflaged in the black sky until now, I fold back my wings and go screaming through the air, precise as an arrow. My pulse is rising and my tail flaps are fluttering behind me as I gather up speed. Here I come!

I give the warning shriek before I fire, gathering the flame-gas in my mouth. A Skyless further away somewhere in the village shouts something and all neighboring skylesses hide away under the boards. Haha! There are three reasons Skylesses fear me.

My flame hit the launcher with the impact of 10 Gronckles flying top speed. The force shatters the wood to splinters and burns the remaining. A skyless cries out and leaps off the rock-launcher to the water below as the plasma blast causes the main structure to crumble into pieces.

I never steal food, never show myself and - I shoot out a powerful burst of flame that strikes the base of the structure and it collapses in on itself - never miss.

I pull up with the fire behind me and spiral into the sky once more. Victory! These Skylesses are missing out! Being not able to fly? It must be torture! But I can't imagine any dragon helping one to learn how to fly. I shoot up high with my wings tucked in close. Yes, the day a Skyless will fly is the day I get caught. And no one EVER catches a Night Fury. EVER.

I curve up and do a mid-air back flip and fly on my back. I spin round and round and round, wings open wide. Oh the freedom! The joy of flight! I savor the air racing past my face, give a roar of delight and blast a burst of flame in front of me. I fly through the fire and emerge again on the other side. Much better then my first flying experience in the snow storm. Much much better. I flap my broad wings once and take off into the inky blackness spotted with glittering stars.

The chaos below me with the roars of dragons and the shouts of Skylesses is a dim rumble as I soar higher and higher up. This is the only time I get to have any fun in the sky without a thousand metal-pointed-sticks shot at me. With the Skylesses distracted, the space is all mine! I climb higher and higher on the invisible night-ladder. Up up up! Then I stop in mid-flight. I fold my wings to my side and fall straight down. I close my eyes as I tumble. As I'm a few feet from the ground, I open my wings, catch an updraft and soar over the dens. Take this you selfish rats!

I let loose another shot of fire and smash a particularly large den into rubble. A group of the skylesses stagger out, coughing from the smoke that billows from their dens. Yes, run away you worms! Feel my wrath! You will pay for the death of every dragon you have killed! Everyone of you murderers! Every single one of you is heartless and cruel!

I flap up, dodging a frantically flapping Zippleback flying in my direction, and soar straight over the tiny Skylesses. They're frantically running around on their two stick-like legs to put out fires and guard their food. Pathetic! As I glide silently I look down and one very weedy-looking juvenile Skyless sticks out. Pushing a funny looking wooden device on wheels in front of him, he weaves between other skylesses running around. He seems rather small for a Skyless, not that I know much about the young ones. Besides, a Nightmare seems to be following it up the small hill where it's pushing the wooden thing to. Good bye Skyless, hello Nightmare's breakfast. But this doesn't concern me. Feeling that my work here is done, I bank left and fly into more open, starry sky. This is a bit risky because I will be siluetted against the stars but all the Skylesses are busy trying to fight off the other dragons so I'm safe for now.

Leaving the other dragons behind me, I have room to breathe.

I fly through the darkness with thoughts of my home here on my mind. A tree-hidden stone cove with a lake in the center, just a bit deeper into this island's forests. It holds so many fish in the waters but I can hardly ever catch any. It's not my strong point. Although I used to love the fish my mother brought me. But that was a long time ago, and I don't think about that any more. I don't think about my past. Or the Inferno Mountain. Or the other dragons. Or my mother...

As I scold myself for even bringing up a memory of that and try focus on something else. I notice an abandoned rock-launcher out of the corner of my eye. I pounder on my plan of action. Maybe I should leave it standing, I want something to blast when the next attack arises. But already I find myself already lining myself up to it and I swoop closer. Here goes nothing. I give a powerful beat of my wings, pushing me forward with a mighty swoosh.

I imagine two, maybe three, skylesses perched on the wooden structure, aiming their weapons at some other defenseless dragon. The image gives me anger. I open my mouth and the shriek begins as if I'm trying to intimidate them. Raaaaawoaw...

I shoot forward with a vigorous flap. I can feel the rage building up inside me as the flame gas burns within my stomach, overwhelming me and taking control of my flight.

I've got a message from us dragons! With a final shriek I spit out a shining flame made of pure, burning plasma from my mouth. The blast explodes on impact with the contraption and engulfed it in red hot fire. Give up!

With the heat of the flame on my back and the sounds of cracking wood, I shoot open my wings and turn tightly away from the wreckage, curving expertly through the air. Then it all happens so fast.

The first I heard was the snap and click over the roar of the inferno. I didn't know what it was so I chose to ignore it. A fatal mistake. As I swerved sharply away from the island, my wings tucked in to my side, a whooshing sound rapidly approached me; an object spinning quickly through the dark night sky. I jerked my head around in mid-turn to find the source of the noise. Too late. Before I even had time to recover from my high-speed maneuver, it had me.

[What-?! What is this?!]

Wrapping around me like the vines that cover the forest trees, ensnaring me in its tendrils. A rope-trap, the skyless weapon that I swore would never touch me, was now tangled around me; strangling me. Weighed down by stones, I could do nothing in mid-air to save myself. I gave a loud roar of despair as my trapped wings offered no support. I'm going down!

And indeed I was. Plummeting down through the skies I once flew in like I owned. Falling, falling, falling; I've never felt so helpless.

My eyes squeezed shut at the force of the wind beating them as well as in fear of what was to come. The ground was zooming up at a terrifying speed, faster than I had even dared to approach it before. I couldn't believe I let this happen, couldn't believe I'd been so foolish. My pride would now be my end.

I screeched out in anguish as I plummeted into the forest, out of control, for the second time in my life. Dirt upturned in my wake, foliage tossed aside as I crash through the undergrowth. All I could feel was the throbbing pain and the trees breaking beside me before I slammed into what felt like a boulder and collapsed onto the ground. My whole body felt as if it was shattered into a million pieces. The afflictions upon me were indescribable, worse then I've felt ever in my life. There was nothing but the pain coursing through my being, making my insides cry out in agony.

And then, just as I wish that there might be a faint glimmer of hope for me, every thing goes black as the sky.

Again, sorry this is so short