I'm such an inconsiderate asshole, yes I know.

So's my COMPUTER for being an ABSOLUTE BAGEL for not turning on!

Now that I got that off my chest, I will now be updating regularly. YAY!

I do not own How to Train your Dragon. NOW ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

So...after the occasional trip and mini swearing, I took out my favorite brown notebook and opened to a page with the forest map.

I sighed as I made an X on where I last checked...and the place before that, and the place before that...Out of frustration, I scribbled all over the page and snapped it shut.

"Oh, the Gods hate me." I huffed as I shoved the book into my vest pocket. "Some people lose their knife or their mug. Not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!"

Like seriously! Who does that? And why was I talking to myself in the middle of the woods?! Was that even normal?! Was I even normal?!

Out of anger, I hit a branch that was in my way, but it came back for revenge and hit me across my cheek.

"Ugh! Gods damn it-!" I looked up and saw a broken tree. It looked as if something hard struck it. I walked towards the damaged ruins of branches and the messed up path, most likely caused by the same thing. I walked down a little hill and saw a horrific sight.

IT WAS A FLIPPING NIGHT FURY! OH MY GODS!

I hid behind a giant boulder and started to inwardly panic. I slowly poked my head back out and noticed that it was tied up in ropes. Ropes similar to my soon-to-be-named invention.

I figured that it was now or never, so I took out my knife and smiled in amazement. "I did it..."

I walked cautiously toward the dragon and took in my victory. Was this what it felt like to accomplish something? Was this what it felt like to feel good about yourself? It was the absolute best feeling in the world.

"Oh, wow. I did it. I did it." I repeated. "This fixes everything! Yes!" I victoriously put my leg on the dragon's shoulder, just like Stoick does. "I have brought down this mighty beast!"

I felt a sudden shift from beneath my leg, which caused me to stagger back in surprise. It was alive?! Does that mean I have to...kill it?

I nervously pointed my knife at the dragon. I tilted my head to see its face and noticed that it was staring wide-eyed back at me.

It was staring at me, with these wide, frightened, green eyes! They were so hypnotic, and it made me feel almost...guilty?

I shook my head and stared back angrily. "I'm going to kill you, dragon." I said, making my voice hard. "Then I'll cut out your throat and take it to my father. I am a Viking...I am a Viking!"

I raised my blade and prepared to do what had to be done. But for some reason, I felt like I was trying to convince myself of being a Viking more than the dragon...

I opened my eyes and peeked at reptile.

Its eyes were still wide, and looked more frightened than before.

But I couldn't let it know that I've grown soft. I quickly shut my eyes again and tried to lower the blade.

But I couldn't. I couldn't do it...

I relaxed my stance and looked at my knife. I couldn't do this. This wasn't me. I looked at the ropes and the defeated look on the dragon's face. "I did this..."

I turned to run away, but I was suddenly stopped. I furrowed my eyebrows and sighed. I really hated myself sometimes.

Before I knew it, I found myself quickly cutting the ropes.

Crazy?

Yes.

Stupid?

Yes.

Leading myself to my infinite doom?

Absolutely.

But I knew that this was the right thing to do.

I was actually pretty proud of myself. That is, until I cut the last of the ropes and the dragon pinned me down.

I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

It stared at me, its eyes no longer frightened. They were now murderous.

But then something changed. The dragon's body began to morph into a boy, a boy about my age.

His skin was pale and his hair and clothes black as night. But his hypnotic green eyes stayed the same, never changing from its murderous feel.

I started to shake as he leaned down to my ear and whispered in a menacingly threatening voice, "Watch yourself..."

He changed back into a dragon and opened his mouth to make this loud, horrifying shriek right into my face. He then turned and flied (or at least tried to) away and disappeared into the forest.

What? WHAT?

WHAT EVEN HAPPENED?!

That boy-that dragon-!

Oh my Gods. That's it. I'm insane. I'm completely off my rocker.

But this was no time for self pity. I could always do that later. With a shaky breath, I stood up and wobbly walked away, almost immediately falling to the ground.