Dragon Island; 1 hour into training exercise

I slowly walk through the dense forest, keeping an eye out for any of the dragons I saw from the air. It is late afternoon now and will start to get dark soon. I continue to walk, keeping my left hand on my pistol just in case.

I stop at the top of a hill and take in my surroundings. This island is actually very beautiful. The entire North side of the island is covered with forest. To the South, a large, dormant volcano towers over the rest of the island. An amazing river valley runs straight down the middle of the island.

I took too long a break. Next thing I know, a roaring Nadder bursts from the brush. The Nadder stops, curious.

"What are you doing here?" the Nadder says in a low voice, talking more to himself then me.

"I'm simply passing through. I won't bring any harm to you or your territory." I assure the Nadder.

the Nadder is taken aback, "You can understand me?" he sqwaks.

"Yes I can." I reply.

"Extrordinary. Well you seem like a man of your word, you may pass through my territory." he promises.

"Thank you kind Nadder. Fly fast and shoot straight." I call, giving the Nadder the customary dragon farewell.

I continue to walk Eastward. I start to climb uphill and near the volcano. The sun is now setting and it will be dark soon. Just as I clear the forest and start to head up into the cliffs, it starts to rain.

"Oh great!" I whine as I rush to the nearest cave, hoping it will not be a dragon den. Unfortunately for me, I find something much different.

"AAAHHH!" Fawn and I yell simultaneously as I storm into the cave.

"What are you doing here!" Fawn yells.

"Trying to get out of this storm." I tell the brunette as I start to calm back down.

"Well you could've knocked." Fawn snaps.

I burst out laughing at her half joke, "On what?"

"I don't know, something." she spurts, trying to think up a good argument.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Ok, ok, so I guess we're stuck in here till this blows over." I say, slowly bringing myself back under control.

"I can think of worse places to be in." she says almost playfully. My heart flutters a bit, but I decide to play along.

"Really, like what?" I ask.

"Well, Scumlout could be in here with us."she replies. I laugh some more at the thought of how awkward that situation would be.

"Yea, that wouldn't be great." I tell her.

After we both bring our laughter under control, there is a silence. Both of us want to say something, but neither of us knows what to say.

Finally, I decide to speak up, "So, who are you?"

"Excuse me?" she asks, not knowing what I meant.

"I mean what's your story? I don't know anything about you except that you're the chief's daughter and you ride a Night Fury."

"Well, what's to tell. My life has been pretty boring up to this point." she stammers.

"Well, how did you join the dragon riders?" I ask.

"That is a long story." she replies

"We got time." I tell her.

"Well, it all started when I was 10..."

Berk; 8 years ago:

Fawn plays in the snow with her friend, Magnus. Magnus is only 7 and can't play all the big kid games that Fawn plays. But since Draco has been doing more duties as the chief-to-be lately, they play all the same.

They were playing Train the Dragon. Fawn was her father, Hiccup the legendary Night Fury tamer and slayer of the Red Death. Magnus was the dragon, as usual. Magnus was being a bad dragon, not letting Fawn tame her, when suddenly Draco falls out of the sky and into the snow. Then out of nowhere, a small, red, baby Nadder dives down, picks up Draco and flies away with Draco in his mouth, Draco screaming the whole way.

Fawn and Magnus couldn't stop laughing, but they finally managed it after about five minutes.

Then Fawn got really angry, "Why can't skyswipe's egg hatch all ready so I can finally have a dragon!" Fawn yelled in anger, not even noticing that Magnus had gone home. Fawn stomped all the way home and slammed the door behind her.

"Woh, woh, what's gotten into you Fawn?" Fawn's mother, Astrid, asked her.

"It's not fair!" Fawn whined, stomping her foot.

"What's not fair?" Astrid asked, doing her best to keep herself calm and composed.

"I don't have a dragon yet!" Fawn yelled miserably.

"Well, Skyswipe's egg will hatch any day now." Astrid assured her daughter, "In the meantime, you'll just have to keep yourself busy around the village." Fawn was about to stomp away when her father came inside grumbling.

Astrid immediately knew something was wrong with her husband, "Hiccup, are you ok?"

Hiccup looked up from the parchment he was reading.

"Yea, I'm fine. It's just that chiefing is so much harder on foot. And with the dragons gone to mate, and Snoggletog just around the corner, it's getting to be a real headache."

"Daddy, how soon will the dragons come back?" Fawn asked her father.

"They should be back tomorrow. So don't worry Fawn. We'll meet the newest member of our family soon enough." Hiccup assured his daughter.

At that moment, Draco came in. He was dripping wet and shivering.

"Draco! What in Thor's name happened to you?!" Astrid beseeched her son as she ran for a blanket.

"Cloudjumper dropped me in the ocean." Draco said between teeth chatters. Hiccup looked at his son with his signature disappointment face. Draco hated that face.

"I hope you learn your lesson and only fly under my supervision like I told you." He said with a condescending tone of voice.

Draco said nothing, but slowly nodded.

Next Day; Noon:

Everyone was gathered in the town square to welcome back their dragons.

"Ok, now!" one man shouted. On que, hundreds of dragons flew overhead, all with newborn hatchlings. Most flew down to Berk to greet their humans. Others flew past Berk towards other islands. Nadders, Nightmares, Zipplebacks, and Gronckles, as well as a few other species, showed off their young to the people of Berk.

Night Furies can only have one hatchling per year. So when two Night Furies appear in the sky, one obviously injured, the Haddocks are understandably worried. When they land, it's obvious that Toothless has been through hell.

"What happened." Hiccup asks in a pained whisper. Toothless groans a bit and gestures to his back.

"Oh no you don't! Toothless is in no condition to fly. I'll go find their baby." Astrid told her husband.

It took some arguing, but eventually Astrid convinced Hiccup to stay behind. To do this, Astrid had to agree to take all the riders and half the Berk fleet with her.

Since this was a rescue mission, Fawn and Draco were allowed to come along on the lead ship.

After about a week of searching, Astrid comes back with a torn sail. The claw marks were obviously that of a Night Fury's. The sail was adorned with a Skrill motif.

"Berserkers!" Snotlout growled, "I'll slit their throats for this!"

The fleet changed course for the Berserker home island. The plan was to create a distraction with the fleet, while the riders searched the arena for the hatchling. The fleet beached itself on Berserker island at midday.

"Charge!" Dagur yelled as his troops went after the Hooligans.

"Stay here! This isn't a fight you should be a part of!" Snotlout shouts back to the kids as the Hooligans stormed the beachhead. The fighting ensued for about 30 minutes and the riders hadn't come back yet. Then a strange voice came to Fawn's ears. She could hear the hatchling's cries for help.

"I have to get to her." Fawn thought as she jumped off the ship, oblivious to her brother's protests. Fawn crawled through a thicket that would be too small for any normal Viking, but fit her just fine. She crawled all the way into the village, then stood up, and looked around. The village was empty, as everyone was either inside or fighting. Fawn heard the cry for help again, and followed it to the chief's house.

Fawn entered Dagur's house and what she saw disgusted her. There were dragon trophys all over the walls, Dragon skins all over the floor, and crouched in a small cage in the corner of the room, a very scared baby Night Fury.

"It's ok. I've got you now." Fawn assured the baby Night Fury as she opened the cage and picked her up in her arms.

Fawn ran out of the nightmare house and ran as fast as she could to the boats, so she could save her Night Fury. However, she made a fatal mistake. Instead of using the thicket to get back to the boats, she ran straight through the Berserkers' lines. She was picked up by none other than Dagur himself.

"Ooh, looky what we have here." Dagur laughed maniacally, "The Night Fury's and the chief's daughter, all rapped up in a neat little bow. Looks like Snoggletog came just a little late this year."

"Fawn!" Astrid screamed in panic.

Dagur held up a knife to Fawn's neck, "If any of you try to get her, I'll cu..."

He couldn't say anymore, because at that moment, a bolt hit him straight between the eyes, killing him instantly. Fawn dropped to the ground and immediately ran with the baby Night Fury straight into her mother's arms.

Snotlout put his crossbow down, "Not a bad shot if I do say so myself." Snotlout said smugly. For once, no one could disagree.

The Berserkers looked at their leader, dumbfounded. They just watched as the Hooligans picked up their dead, boarded the boats, and sailed away.

"So, what are you going to name her?" Astrid asked her daughter, who was still admiring her baby Night Fury.

"hmm. I'll name her Windbreaker." Fawn replied confidently. The baby Night Fury gave a gummy smile in response to her new name. Both mother and daughter laughed as they sailed home to celebrate a late Snoggletog.

Present Day:

"Wow." I reply, still a little dazed at the story.

"Yea. After that, I started to train in fighting and training Windbreaker. I'm still not that great at fighting, I'm much better at medicine, but Windbreaker's training went exceedingly well." She replies.

I wonder at the part of the story when she says she could understand Windbreaker's cries for help. Maybe she has the gift, but it's not worth the risk finding out. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when she speaks again.

"So what about you?" she asks, "How did you start training dragons?"

"Now that is a long story." I shoot back. We both look outside to see the rain still pouring.

"We got time." she retorts.

I sigh in defeat, "Well, it all started when I was 8..."

AAANNND that's it! Sorry about the other cliffie, but I need at least a full chapter or two to tell Colin's story. Whooo! I'm on a roll. I just can't stop writing!

So, tell me what you thought of Windbreaker and Fawn's first meeting, and what do you want to see out of Colin and Hot Shot's first meeting? R&R!