Well, I said I'd put the next one up if you guys liked the first, and so far you do! So, go ahead and read on!

Ch. 2
Who Am I?

I had been out in the woods searching for the Night Fury for over an hour now. What did I have to show for it? Nothing but a map filled with x's, that's what. I looked into my sketchbook, tracing an imaginary line over the map I had drawn inside it until I stopped on the spot where I was. I closed my eyes and lifted my head up, praying for the dragon to be there. I opened my eyes.

Nothing.

Again.

"For crying out loud!"

I hung my head as I continued forward, crossing another 'x' into my book. Then my hand started shaking slightly, and I angrily scratched all over the map. I put my pencil in my book, snapped the book shut and placed it in my vest pocket.

"Ooh, the Gods hate me," I groaned miserably, kicking the dirt. "Some people lose their knife or their mug, but no, not me. I manage to lose and entire freaking dragon?!"

I let out an irritated yell as I pushed a low hanging branch out of my way. Only problem; it came back and smacked me in the face.

"OW! Damn it!"

I rubbed my eye and glared at the stupid branch, but I was not ready for what I saw. The tree I was standing next to looked like it had been split down the middle, bits of bark sticking out everywhere. I looked down at the other half that was just handing there and saw what looked like long trench leading down and over a small hill. I started walking down, following the trail and climbing when I got to the hill.

Wonder what happened here, I thought. Who knows? Maybe this'll lead me to the… DRAGON!

I gasped as I suddenly ducked my head back behind the hill. I swallowed as I slowly lifted my head up, trying to sneak another peek at the thing that was in front of me. I sat up straight and stared right at the thing in front of me. Big, black, and shielded by wings. Yep. It was the dragon.

I fumbled around in my vest before producing my very small dagger. It was the only weapon my dad would let me use because he thought I would kill myself with anything else. I put on the best determined look I could muster and quickly made my way towards the big rock, which was the only thing standing between me and the dragon. I took a deep breath and wiped my head around. The thing appeared to be unconscious, or maybe even dead.

"Wow, I…I did it?" I smiled. "Ooh, I did it! This fixes everything! Yes!"

Feeling rather cocky, I marched over and placed my foot on the leg of the dragon.

"I, Hicca, have brought down this mighty beast-"

It was at that moment that said 'beast' decided to push me off its leg. I gasped as I stepped back, standing against the rock. I held my dagger forward, although I'm pretty sure it would do no good if the thing got up and attacked me. I walked around, trying to get a good look at the dragons' face, and that's when I saw it. A pair of large, stunning electric green eyes, their slit-pupils staring back into my own. I stared at it for a moment, held still by fear. I took long slow breaths, regaining my ability to speak.

"I'm gonna kill you, dragon," I said in a low voice that didn't sound like my own. "I'm gonna…I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. Because…because I'm a Viking… I'M A VIKING!"

The dragon gave a small choking sound, as though asking me to stop. I ignored it as I prepared myself, and I lifted my dagger high. Do it now, I told myself. But just as I was about to plunge, something made me open my eyes, and I saw that the dragon was still staring at me. There was something in its eyes, something that I thought I'd never see in a dragon. Fear. It was terrified. Just like I am…

What are you waiting for?! Kill it!

I shook my head and concentrated on making my aim. The dragon gave a weak moan as it lowered its head to the ground. It had excepted its fate. It was heartbreaking…

I…I…

…can't.

My hands fell down on top of my head, and I shook it. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill the dragon. I was the first Viking to single-handedly take down a Night Fury, and I couldn't bring myself to kill it. Something inside me was just telling me that it was wrong. But I don't know why… I looked down at the dagger in my hand, then at the dragon tangled the bola ropes, and suddenly I felt terribly ashamed of myself.

"I did this…"

Without thinking I turned and started to leave. I heard the dragon groan again, and I slowly turned my head. It looked pretty tided up in the ropes, I wasn't sure if it would get free. If it was able to get away it might've done so before I even got here. No, it was really stuck. What would happen to it? It would certainly die out here unless it got free. If another animal didn't attack it then it would just starve to death. Either way, it's dead. Unless…

I gritted my teeth together as I groaned.

"I'm gonna regret this…"

Sighing, I ran up and slid on my knees in front of the dragon. I grabbed one of the ropes, paused, and began cutting it with my dagger.

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch- SNAP!

I hope I know what I'm doing, I thought to myself.

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch- SNAP!

A few of the ropes started to fall off onto the ground, and the dragons legs began to shift. Just one more…

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch- SNAP!

There was a loud growl as I felt my whole body be pushed up hard against the rock. I started gasping, looking up the see the Night Fury towering over me. It's electric eyes seemed to be looking right through me, giving me the same wolf-like stare it had just given me. Except, that it's pupils were no longer slits, but now more like small ovals. I stared back at the dragon, surprised that I wasn't already dead. Then the dragon started to growl as it reared its head back, and I closed my eyes, ready for the blast. But instead all I got was loud, ear-piercing roar that nearly made me deaf.

There was a rush of wind and a large weight was lifted off my body. I opened my eyes to see the dragon had gone. I gasped and panted, trying to regain myself. I grabbed my dagger and pushed myself to my feet. I could just make out the Night Fury, seeing it crash into trees and bushes in an attempt to fly away. Unable to breath, overwhelmed to still be alive, I did something I don't have any recollection of ever doing before.

I fainted.

I didn't wake up from consciousness until it was sunset that day. It had taken me a few minutes to remember what happened and even longer to determine whether it wasn't just a crazy dream. But upon seeing the evidence, it was proved to be the facts. I had found the Night Fury, and I let him go. It had taken me until nighttime to get back to the village, mostly because I was going slow on purpose because I secretly didn't want to get home immediately. To be honest, home was the last place I wanted to be. I didn't know where I wanted to be anymore.

I rubbed my head as I walked up the stairs to my front door. I pushed the door opened and walked inside and shut it before noticing that my dad was there, sitting in front of the fire. I froze. What would he say about me being out all day? Not wanting to get in another argument, I tiptoed over to the stairs and started to crawl up on my hands and knees. Just a little more…

"Hicca."

Damn, foiled again.

"Dad," I swallowed hard. "I, uh… Uhh, I have to talk to you, dad."

"I need to speak with you to, dear."

I took a deep breath, my hands forming fists. It's now or never.

"I've decided I don't wanna fight dragons."

Unfortunately, my dad spoke the same time as me. I didn't understand any of it, but he definitely said something about dragons, too.

"What?" we said in unison.

"Um, you go first," he offered.

"No no, you go first," I insisted, stepping down off the stairs.

"Alright… You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the mornin'."

What?! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening!

"Ooh man, I should've gone fist!" I panicked. "'Cause I was just thinking, after all, we already have more than enough dragon-fighting-Vikings, right? But do we have enough- I don't know…bread-making-Vikings? Or- or small home-repair-Vikings…"

"You'll need this."

My dad dropped a large axe into my arms. The weight of it made me loose my balance and I fell against the wall.

"I-I don't wanna fight dragons…" I stammered lowly.

"Ha! C'mon, yes you do!" my dad laughed.

"Okay, rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons!"

"But you will kill dragons."

"No, I'm very extra sure that I won't."

"It's time, dear."

"Can you not hear me?!"

"This is serious, Hicca!" my dad said loudly. "When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of…this."

"You just gestured to all of me," I said bluntly, frowning up at him.

"Deal?"

"This conversation is feeling pretty one-sided."

"Deal?!"

I sighed, my arms hanging by my sides due to the weight of the axe. I didn't have a choice. Then again, I never did when it came to me and my dad.

"Deal…"

My dad nodded, looking satisfied. Then he turned and picked up a large sack and his helmet.

"Good," he looked around, putting his helmet on. "Train hard. I'll be back. Probably…"

"And I'll be here. Maybe…" and as I watched him leave, I added, "Be careful!"

He gave a small 'hm,' and left without another word. I sighed in distress. What was I suppose to do now?

I don't know who I am anymore…

Toothless's P.O.V

I really thought it was the end of me when I saw the human was about to kill me. She could've ended me. Any Viking would've taken the chance at being the first to kill a Night Fury. But instead… she spared my life. She set me free. I could've just as easily killed her once I was free, but after looking into her eyes, I had seen the same exact fear that I had felt when I was in harms way. It was like I was looking at my own reflection. I couldn't kill her for that, so I simply repaid her by letting her live, as well.

But why? Why did she let me go?

This thought was one that I had been pondering on ever since I crashed into the cove I was currently in. After I was freed I had attempted to fly back to the island and to the nest. Unfortunately, I was unable to fly. Turns out the pain I felt after the human's weapon hit me was my left tailfin being ripped off. Without it I couldn't fly, ever.

Other than thinking about how I was going to survive without flight, I couldn't get that human girl out of my mind. She was different from other Vikings, that much was clear. None of them would've let me go for any reason. But, unless by some miracle I ever see her again, it doesn't seem like I'll know anything more about her. Nevertheless, I'm still grateful to her for sparing my life.

I still wouldn't mind seeing her again, either.

Well, there yah go. I feel that this one was kind of short compared to the other one, but you guys let me know what you think. Hope you enjoyed!