They were sailing north- not too far from Berk quite yet- when Stoick looked up and noticed a large group of winged shadows above the clouds, there mighty wings clearing the fog. However, what caught his attention the most was a lone dragon, apart from the group. Stoick couldn't let an opportunity like this slip through his hands. He could shoot it down and the other dragons wouldn't even notice. He couldn't make out what type of dragon it was, but never the less he had Spitelout fire a few rounds from the catapult.
Inevitably, one of the shots knocked it out of the sky, but unexpectedly the wounded dragon started hurtling towards Berk and the ship
Bucket and Mulch were standing at the top of the watch tower when they saw dark winged shapes flying towards the island.
"Dragon raid!" Bucket shouted.
"C'mon Bucket, we need to get all the livestock into the barn."
"Whats livestock again?" Bucket questioned.
"Oh for the love of- let's go." said Mulch as he practically dragged the half-wit man down the ladder.
They finally reached ground-level when-
"Nightfury, get down!"
...
They really did have to get down. This nightfury was flying extremely low, and even from this distance, (from Gothi's house) Valka was able to see the pain in the dragon's piercing, emerald eyes. When it none too gracefully landed on the ground, hard. When vikings started to swarm it she snapped out of her reverie.
"No!" Valka shouted, and realizing that nobody could hear her she started to run out of the house, but turned on her heel to grab as much healing supplies as she could carry.
Valka bolted out the door and down to the village where she had to push through a large crowd of vikings to get too where the downed dragon lay. It's wing was torn , so it obviously would have a hard time flying away.
Valka knelt down by the dragon's side, but it growled at her.
"It's okay just let me help you." Valka raised her hands to show she had no weapon. The dragon stopped growling, but it still had a look of fear in it's eyes.
Valka keeps one raised as she reached for her stitching needles. She made sure to show the wounded dragon what she was holding.
"It's okay, I know your'e afraid." Valka whispered.
Luckily she was finished with her before she was violently jerked away.
"Are you mad woman!" A random viking shouted in her ear. "That thing is the offspring of lightning and death itself!"
Suddenly she was being dragged towards her house, but not before she was being restrained forcefully. She heard the men that had a hold of her talking to each other.
"Chief's wife or not, she's a traitor."
"She should be exiled."
"Wait until Chief hears what his beloved wife did."
There were many more comments like that being passed back and forth between the two men, but she started to ignore them. When she dared look behind she noticed had successfully flown away. Valka smiled to herself, feeling rather smug.
Valka was roughly thrown into her house, and the door slammed shut, and she heard the tell-tale sound of the lock.
'Great,' she thought bitterly.
The nightfury escaped thanks to that strange viking. She didn't seem at all loud, angry, or bloodthirsty. It was sad to see her get dragged off by those meaner vikings.
Then it occurred to her that she owed that human a favor.
However she couldn't go back alone, she was going to need help from her old friend.
The nightfury actually happened to meet her friend about halfway back to the nest. Well, that saves her the trouble.
"Hey, do you think you can help me with a rescue mission?"
"Yeah sure. Who needs help?" asked the stormcutter.
"Let me start from the beggining. I was flying on my own when a small group of crude looking vikings started shooting rocks at me. They tore my wing." Here she paused her story telling and held out a black leathery wing, that was practically in shreds only a few minutes before.
"It doesn't look torn," the stormcutter pointed out.
"I was getting to that," the nightfury said in a rather exasperated way.
"Anyways, I crash landed on an island inhabited by vikings. They started swarming me, and I thought for sure I was dead. Then a really nice viking pushed through the crowd, and it helped me. It fixed my wing."
"That's a first."
The nightfury ignored this, and continued her story. "However, before I left I saw the strange human get roughly grabbed by other vikings. So,I guess I'm asking that you help me rescue this strange human and bring it to our nest."
"Are you out of our your mind. We can't bring a human too the nest, think of how the king would react."
"C'mon, please?"
"No."
"Please." The nightfury used her eyes to beg this time.
"Fine." The stormcutter gave in. "Which way is the island?"
They arrived at the island only ten minutes later.
"Which nest did you see the human get dragged into?"
"The one on top of the hill. You know the plan right?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you don't want me to go over it again?"
"Yea, sure."
"I'll distract the other humans, while you go to the nest at the top of the hilland get the strange human. Use any means necessary."
...
"Help." Valka shouted in a panicked voice. "Someone get me out of here." She started banging on the door, hoping to get a passerby to notice, but to no avail. Suddenly there was a loud thump on the roof, and she could guess what just landed there.
The roof collapsed then, and the house was enveloped in the type of hot fire only dragons could produce. She could see it's figure through the smoke. The dragon had four wings, and the eyes of an owl. Valka recognized it immediately, even though she has only read about them and has never actually seen one in person.
"A stormcutter," gasped Valka. She started backing towards the wall where the weapons were kept. She reached for a sword, only to be snached by the dragon instead, it's claws wrapping around Valka's thin shoulders and arms. The sword slipped from her hand, because she went numb with fear. In one quick motion she was lifted out of her burning house.
She watched the burning village far below. There were vikings that looked up and they looked up with shock and horror plain on their faces.
Valka closed her eyes, not really wanting to see her death coming.
A few minutes passed (although it seemed like hours) until she dared to open her eyes again, and nearly screamed. They were flying over the ocean, heading west it seemed. Interesting. When she finally looked up, she saw the nightfury she had saved back on Berk, flying right alongside the stormcutter. The nightfury looked at Valka, as if it felt her gaze. It let out a small coo, and nuzzled her, as if it were saying 'thank you.'
"Whoa," Valka breathed. For the first time on this entire flight, she didn't feel completely scared.
Bucket and Mulch watched the scene in horror, from their place in the doorway of the barn.
"What are we going to tell Chief?"
"Nothing Bucket," responded Mulch. "Not one word."
