"My turn!" I said and the pups sat down, some leaned against me.


When I woke up, there was a hunting knife on the extinguished bonfire. Also I almost freaked out as I recognized the knife, it was my cutting knife. I grabbed it and decided to went into the forest. I somehow felt eyes staring at me but brushed the feeling off.

I ate some berries from yesterday as I walked through the forest, trying to find something for trapping and marking the tree to make sure I wouldn't be lost. Sadly I couldn't make any traps now, I just have to hunt then. And sadly again I wasn't good at hunting.

"What should I do...I can't make any trap without a shovel...or ropes" I said to myself out loud. It didn't matter, because no one was there to hear me. Then I heard a snap of a twig and I turned quickly to the direction and saw a rabbit. I stared at it and it stared back. It looked panic and I was crouching down.

The world around me seemed to move slower and the next thing I knew was my knife flying through that rabbit, pinning it to the ground. Then the world moved normally again. I was shocked at the position I was in. I was in a crouching position and my left hand reaching out in throwing manner.

I stood properly and approached the dead rabbit before picking it up. I didn't really know how I could do that but got my meal for the rest of the day anyway.

I heard a snap of a twig again but I didn't turn, because I thought that a rabbit was enough for my day. I started heading back to my cove. It was probably lunch time now.

At least I had learned how to cook because Stoick wasn't home so often and he couldn't cook. After I cut my rabbit, I penetrated the meat with a small stick and put it over the fire. Once it was cooked well enough, I ate it and found that its taste was very bad but I would eat whatever I could to survive.

I left the leftover on the stick and went to the lake. The water looked cleaned enough and the look of it seemed safe to drink, so that i was no hesitated and drank it. So, that was how my life was going to be then.

The rest of the day passed with nothing interesting.


"And I guess that the twigs snapping things was you, right?" I said, looking at Toothless.

"Yeah" Toothless nodded.


I woke up from a dream, shaking and panting in adrenaline pumping manner. I had a dream about Stoick getting ambushed by the hoard of werewolf. Well...I wasn't exactly sure if it was a bad or good dream but I just startled and woke up.

There was still dark, only the bonfire made me see things. I walked out of the cave and looked at the half-moon. I somehow felt attached to the moon but shrugged it off. It was probably midnight or one in the morning. I should went back to sleep but I found myself couldn't because of the recent dream. So I decided to sit beside the bonfire.

It was really cold and I really wanted a blanket to keep warm. My mind wandered somewhere else, wondering what would I be in the next days. Would I survive long enough? Would I have a happy life, having family with the love of my life? I imagined me being in the woods for the rest of my life. It was going to be really lonely, but I had dealt with the loneliness by my whole life. Living alone wouldn't be a problem.

And then, I wondered about the people back in Berk. Would they try to find me? Would someone care about me? Could I hide from them for long?

I slowly drove into a sleep as I overthought my brain.

I woke up in a late morning and I really freaked out when I saw a shovel plunged on the extinguished bonfire again... Now I was wondering if there was someone or something spying me.

I grabbed the shovel and examined it. From the look of it, I guessed that it hadn't been used yet. I walked out of the cove and started making traps around my place. I dug the ground, making a large hole and place twigs and leaves over the hole, hiding it from the careless prey. It was really simple trap in my opinion. I could put some sharp things in there to make the trap deadly but I had to do many traps, so I didn't do it.

I finished making the fifth hole and decided that it was enough for this day. Also it was probably nearly lunch now, and I hadn't had anything since I woke up, so I decided to go hunting some animal.

This time I did not feel like myself. It felt like there was something inside me, wanting to kill some preys. I hoped that I hadn't gone crazier than I was right now. And I did it again. I felt myself moving on its own as I found a deer. Plunging a knife at its neck, this time I saw everything that happened. I was crouching down and leaped at the deer unconsciously.

I was thinking that I had gone crazy now. I could never hunt that well. Maybe I was turning wild. Maybe I was losing my humanity

I carried the deer back to my cove, not knowing how I got this much strength to carry a deer. I shrugged everything off as I sat in my cave. If I was going crazier, then be it. I did not care as long as I could go through and forget everything in the past.


"And that's enough for this night" I said and the pups yawned.