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I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, if I did, the game would have been a LOT better.

Chapter 2

Thinking on my toes, I run down the hill into the village, dodging the occasional fire-burst. Some of our dragons are reluctant to fight, but all of the Monstrous Nightmares are packing heat, welcoming the fight. I see Asmarr on Whitefang up above me, and I flinch when he barely avoids a shot from one of a new dragons; a long, thin one that's scales are golden and green. It doesn't have horns, but strands like antennae instead, and when it flies it makes circles in the air.

As I look around, I see all of the older Vikings are joining the fight, but their experience is leveled out by their old age. They do, however, seem to bring morale to the younger Vikings, and make an example out of a brown dragon that they have pulled up out of the ground. Its six legs squirm, and I look for wings on its long back, but can't find any.

I barely get to look at it when a roar from the ground distracts me. But, as I turn, I realize it's not a dragon. My mother, Astrid is running out of the house with an axe firmly clenched in her hands, her face scrunched up as a battle cry escapes her open mouth. I had never seen her like this before. Her blows to one of the dragons' hide are swift and powerful, but they do little damage to the dark scales.

She manages to get it backing up, and my view is cleared to look right at a large dragon about fifty feet away.

The dragon is large, medium-build, and staring me down. Its scales are an ivory color, and are sharp and pointed. There was no way I could sit on that dragon without being thoroughly impaled. Everything about this dragon is sharp, from its teeth to its fiery golden gaze, which is staring me down with all the intensity of a fire itself.

From those eyes I could tell what this dragon wanted: Death. It wasn't out to gain territory or find prey. These dragons were fighters.

The dragon has locked on to me, and it charges with great speed just with the power of its four legs. Thinking fast, I plant my feet into the ground, ready to duck underneath it as soon as it gets close enough.

Two feet before I was going to slide underneath, the dragon head is met with a powerful blast of blue, making its face fall right into the ground, scattering dirt and rocks.

Its unconscious, but the eyes are still wide open. The image is terrifying in its own supernatural way.

I look up above, to see my father and Toothless.

My father yells to me, as Toothless' eyes dart back and forth across the battlefield, my previous home.

"Round up the kids and take them to the hatchery! That's the most dragon-proof place in the village."As soon as he finishes talking, Toothless flies away, the wind whistling against his powerful wings.

Biting back my anger at being a "rounder" instead of a warrior, I listened for more high pitched screams, those of the kids.

As I hear a roar, I turn around and see Stormfly facing down a more snake-like dragon that is quickly darting back and forth in front of her, sliding not even inches from the ground. Behind her lies a couple of kids, most of them cowering against one of the few buildings that isn't on fire. The only one that isn't is Bamtree, who is looking between Stormfly's two legs at the dragon, taunting him.

The snake dragon is thoroughly agitated and makes a strike underneath her legs towards Bamtree, and I rush into action. Just before the dragon reaches Bamtree, I scoop him up into my arms and smash my heel into the dragon's skull.

It lets out a mix of a roar and a whimper, and is promptly chased off by Stormfly.

Once the coast is clear, I pick up Gretchen in my other arm, while telling the two other kids, Beulah, who is ten, and Garth who is Ruffnut's seven year old son, to follow me and keep up.

The hatchery is kept about fifty feet from the edge of the village in a grassy part of the forest, an area filled with dragonnip to calm the newly hatched dragons. The outside of the building is wood, but underneath that is the best metal we can make, since metal holds up the best against the explosion of a hatching Gronkle. However, whenever we can we try to get the eggs to one of the five wells near the hatchery. These go about ten feet into the ground and are filled as high as we can get them with water, to subdue the blast.

However, the hatchery's defenses aren't used that often. The dragons always head out to Crescent Island a few days before Snoggletog to hatch their babies there. The hatchery is only for older or injured dragons that wouldn't be able to make the trip and for raising the newly hatched babies that are brought from Crescent Island. Some dragons even refuse to leave the village, not wanting to leave behind their riders.

The hatchery is empty of eggs right now, to our benefit, since it's the fall, and mating season isn't until the middle of winter. There are, however, a few babies in here though.

As I put Gretchen and Bamtree down, they run towards the Gronkles, and are greeted warmly. Beulah is bombarded by Nadders, who luckily don't gain their spikes for a few more months, and she giggles happily on the ground. Garth is happy with a Terrible Terror sitting on his lap, and I decide to leave to look for the rest of the kids.

Opening the door, I remind the kids not to leave, and then turn back around.

I head out, grabbing a bucket and dipping it in one of the wells, just in case. When I round the corner of the building again, I hear the familiar sound of a Nightfury.

As I look up, I realize it's not Toothless. My heart leaps, seemingly jumping into my throat. My eyes are wide, not believing what I'm seeing. Had I really given up on finding one?

Within two seconds, however, I jump back to my senses and enter catch mode.

Quickly, I grab the whistle from under my jacket and blow it upwards. I've perfected this whistle, with the help of Toothless, to attract Nightfuries. It catches the dragon's attention, and I quickly hide behind the building while it lands.

The dark dragon is instantly calmed by the dragonnip surrounding it, and it scans the area for the source of the sound. I step out slowly, and quell my fear as the dragon tenses to fly. Keeping a rhythm, I begin a circle dance with it, making sure to rub against the grass as much as possible. This dragon was definitely one of the newcomers, I could tell by his multiple scars, one such going across his left eye, not to mention that similar intense gaze. He wanted to kill me just as much as the ivory dragon had. But what was stopping him?

We kept up the circle for a while, and the grass was squished down on the ground, so I decided to either make a move to grab the dragon or end this whole thing.

The dragon decided to, too. Just as I swung my pail of water at him, he threw a light burst straight at me. Somehow, and to my great luck, the water doused the flames in mid-air, and they vanished.

Both of us sat there for a while more, sensing what the other wanted and examining their power. I had no more water, and I would be done for if he decided to attack me again.

Pulling out some of the grass, I reach out towards him, slowly, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

Before I get within two feet of him, however, a screech from one of the new dragons calls out from the direction of the village, and the Nightfury jumps in the air, flying up to join its retreating comrades.

"Argh, for the love of- Grr!" I shout, flinging the bucket onto the ground, and shouting out a few more obscenities. After a couple of grunts of frustrations, I quickly remember that just behind me is a building with several kids in it.

"Crap." I say more quietly, flinging my hand on to my face as I walk over to the hatchery. As I do, cheers can be heard from the village, as the celebrations of a successful battle are ensued. Hearing the yells and other noises emanating from the village, Garth opens the door of the hatchery, and peeks around the edge.

"It's alright, you guys. The dragons are gone." I say, opening the door all the way. "Go on and head back to the village."

As she steals a glance at me, Gretchen giggles and says, "You said a bad word," and points at me with one hand, covering her smile with the other.

I smile at her, and am quickly distracted by Garth, who is still standing in the doorway of the hatchery. "What's up, Garth?" I ask him, bending down to his eye level, which is short for his age.

"I have a slight… problem." He says and turns around.

Clutching onto his dirty blonde hair, freckled skin, clothes and anything and everything else it can find, is a baby Terrible Terror. And it doesn't look like it's going to let go anytime soon.

Chuckling a bit, I walk over to him, and scratch the tiny dragon's cheek. It lets go and falls into my hand, proceeding to ball up and fall asleep.

"Can I…" Garth starts then pauses. "Can I keep it?" He finishes after a few seconds. His hands are behind his back, head pointing down, and one foot making arches in the dirt.

Smiling down at him, I hand him the baby dragon, placing it carefully into his arms.

He grins wide, but remains calm so as to keep from waking it up.

He thanks me, and just before his runs off to the village. He proceeds to kiss me on the cheek, reaching up on tip-toe then bolting off in the direction of the cheers.

Shaking my head and smiling, I close the door to the hatchery and also head towards the celebrations taking place. Just before I leave the open area, I look west, in the direction the dragons headed off to, wondering if I would ever see that Nightfury again.