I returned to the cove after training, bringing with me a shield and an apple. I tossed the apple out into the open and tried to walk forward with my shield in front of me for protection, but it wedged itself into the side of the cliff and refused to budge. With a sigh, I picked up the fruit and slowly walked forward. "Here, fairy," I called softly, not sure where it was or what to call it, for that matter. I glanced around the cove, not seeing anything big and midnight blue. I looked out over the cove, craning my neck to try and see over to the other side, when I heard something move behind me and immediately knew where the Night Angel was.

I turned just as the Night Angel stepped up from behind the rock she had been hiding behind and unfurled her wing. I sucked in my breath as it carefully stepped off the rock and backed up a few steps in front of me, not breaking eye contact. Its eyes darted from my face to the apple in my hand. I cautiously held out the apple to the Night Angel, but as I tried to get closer, it suddenly stopped and gasped in fear.

Instinctively, I reached into my vest and laid a hand on my dagger. The gasping increased as my fingers brushed the hilt. I paused. Then I very slowly picked up the dagger, held it out beside me and without breaking eye contact dropped it on the ground.

The Night Angel didn't drop her fearing stance, but she stopped gasping.

I kicked the dagger into the lake.

The fairy stared at the ripples on the surface and then let her hand down and stared at me with big curious puppy dog eyes as she let out a "Huh?"

I almost laughed at her voice. But then I remembered that it could still kill me and I stopped smiling. I extended my arm out and waved the apple in front of it. The fairy licked its lips and then leaned toward it, with her hands to try and grab it.

She had no fingernails and was covered with dirt.

"Huh," I said softly. "Terra. I guess you like—"

The next second, sharp nails suddenly shot out from the fairy's fingers and she swiped the apple whole, almost cutting off my hand in the process. I jerked my hand back as the she ate it and swallowed the fruit and then licked his lips and looked at me.

"—the earth." I finished. So the girl could retract her nails. Interesting.

Then she lowered her head and advanced on me, making a sort of curious noise in her throat. I stumbled backward, trying to get away. "Ah, no, no," I tried to dissuade the fairy from coming toward me. My legs suddenly hit something hard and I fell back against a large rock. The fairy stuck his head up to me and stared into my eyes. "I don't have any more!" I whispered, trying to edge away.

Apparently she didn't want more, because she used her fingers to ask me to stay. I saw her leave and running into a cave. I waited for her to come back as I believed that she was going to get her dagger and kill me like before. My worry stopped as she came back with a gold basket of fruit and placed it my lap. I saw it was only apples, grapes, and berries. I saw that the girl was offering me food. "Oh…" I gasped.

The fairy drew back her hands and sat back on her knees, elbows resting on his knees, just like a human. She watched me expectantly. I held the golden basket in my hands, not sure what to do. When I looked at her questioningly, she took out her hand and moved it to the basket said, "Fayela" (Eat). I looked at the fruit and then back at her with horror, thinking it was poisoned. The girl shook her head as she said, "Myena" (Not poisoned) I silently groaned, wishing I could understand Fayese, and then very gingerly took a bite of a small berry. "Mmm," I said amazingly through my mouthful.

The fairy just watched me.

I held out the basket toward her. "Mhmmhm," I tried to speak without opening my mouth and spreading the lovely taste.

The fairy made a big show of swallowing.

"Mmm!" I let out a hand hoping she would give me more time to have more berries and gave the fairy a pleading look, but she still stared at me, so I helped myself to more berries. I licked my lips and fingers as I felt the delicious juice hit the bottom of my stomach.

The fairy licked her lips again.

I gave her a small smile of thanks.

The fairy seemed taken aback. And then, very slowly, she bared her lips at me in what was an unmistakable smile.

I was amazed how her smile was.

Without breaking eye contact, I pushed myself up off the ground and held out my hand to try and make physical contact with her. As my hand came nearer, the fairy's smile wavered and then his gasp of fear came back. She flinched as she turned and glided away from me across the lake.

She made a bed out of a huge white lotus on a large patch of earth to make like home, and then curled up on it for a nap. He closed his eyes and tried to rest, but I think he was a bit annoyed by me moving up beside him and waving. He let out a loud breath of air that translated as a fairy sigh and the flower closed in on her so that the petal covered her vision of him.

It was just what I wanted to see. I inched forward and extended my hand to touch the petal, but just as I was about to touch it, the petal opened to reveal an annoyed girl as she said, "What are you doing?" I quickly turned and walked away, trying to make it look like I had never wanted to touch her in the first place. I heard a snort behind me as she returned to her resting area.

I walked back to the rock that I had been pinned against only two minutes before and sat down on it, using a thin stick to sketch on the ground in front of me. How would Stoick react if he saw me now? Turning my back to a Night Angel! I had just gotten the head of a Night Angel drawn when I felt someone approach from behind me and I knew the fairy was watching.

My hand paused for a moment and then continued drawing.

The fairy followed the movement of the stick with his eyes, occasionally letting out a curious whine as she said, "Myeta su ceva." (You draw beautifully). She watched me for about five seconds and then disappeared from behind me. I figured she'd just gotten bored. After all, drawing was one of those things that was only fun if you were doing it yourself.

A second later I heard the noise of a wind blowing, and I had to turn around.

The fairy danced up in front of me a second later, holding the tree limb in her hands and using it to create swooping swirling patterns on the ground in front of me.

She was drawing, just like I was.

The girl continued to twirl around on the dirt with the stick for a few minutes, and then she stopped, looked at me proudly, and jabbed a dot into the middle of her swirls. Then she stepped back to admire her drawing. I was right in the middle of the web of criss-crossed lines.

I looked around it in amazement, then got off the rock and stepped forward.

The fairy let out a growl.

I looked at her, then at the ground, where I discovered that I had stepped on one of the lines of her 'drawing' she gets angry like a kid seeing their drawing get ruined. I lifted my foot off the line, and the fairy's angry look vanished with a smile.

I stepped on and off the line again and again, making the fairy growl and perk up alternatively, before I stepped over the line completely and the fairy smiled.

I smiled back as she got in the drawing with me as she said, "Follow me."

Then the girl and I began a sort of complicated dance across the drawing, not taking my eyes off where I put my feet, being careful not to tread on any line or hurt the girl's feet. I was actually having fun doing it until the girl and I got out of the drawing and felt myself facing her.

I gazed at the fairy's dainty face. She looked back at me, almost mesmerized by me. I tentatively raised a hand, but he flinched. I lowered the hand and she came back.

I took a deep breath, showing her to trust him.

I slowly took my hand toward the fairy.

She wasn't touching me, so I figured she was hesitant, but what was she waiting for? Was she doing to come to her senses and cut my hand off, or yell at me and fly away, or—

I felt something warm and soft press against my hand.

Hardly daring to believe it, I looked at her. The fairy was leaning against my hand, with her eyes showing him that she trusts him. I said, "My name is Hiccup." The girl replied in her soft voice, "My name is Terra." She saw me looking at her with amazement, for the first time she spoke to me. He slowly pulled her hand away and then she was gone.

To me, it was the beginning of a great friendship.