Chapter 9

(Night Fury's POV)

I came to slowly. My head hurt and I couldn't move. Then I heard a voice.

"Oh the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon?"

I then heard them cry out in pain. After a few seconds, I heard them gasp in fear. From their scent, I thought they were my hatchling, I just hoped that I was wrong.

'My hatchling would never do this to me.' I thought to myself. Then I heard them come closer to me. I closed my eyes to hide that I was conscious.

"Oh wow. I did it? Oohh, I did it this fixes everything. Yes I have brought down this mighty beast!" I heard them cry out in triumph then I felt them place their foot on me. I shook them off. No one was allowed to touch me except my human hatchling. They flinched back and I heard their frightened breathing. They slowly came into my view and I saw that it was my hatchling. My heart sank. How could she do this to me? I then saw that she looked rather unsure about this. Either way, I was still frightened. Frightened that it was almost time for the terms of the bond to come into affect, frightened that if she killed me, no one else would be able to help her from becoming one of my kind, frightened that her of all people would do this kind of thing to me. She looked at me and, I looked at her for what felt like an eternity. Then her features turned to a weak confidence.

"I'm going to kill you dragon. I'm gonna, I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I am a Viking." She said softly at first, "I AM A VIKING!" She repeated louder as if to convince herself if not to intimidate me. But I could tell she didn't have much confidence in herself to do it to begin with.

She raised the dagger above her head, and looked like she was really going to do it. She stopped for a moment and looked at me again. I felt as if I was pleading for her not to do it with my eyes. But she closed her eyes and raised her dagger higher. I gave in and closed my eyes and slumped my head to the ground waiting for the final blow. But it never came. Instead, I head her say,

"I did this." With what sounded like regret in her voice.

Moments later, I heard a sawing sound. She was cutting the ropes that bound me. Once the last rope was cut, I lunged to her pinning her against the boulder behind her. She was gasping in panicked breaths.

"It's almost time for you uphold your terms of the bond hatchling." I tried to explain to her. But she didn't seem to understand. "Why can't you understand me?" then I figured out why. She hasn't heard her Dragon's Call yet. 'Well let's just fix that then.' I pulled my head back growling and lifted my paw from her neck and chest (she was so small, even now in her adolescent years). I gave her the call up close and in her ear to make sure she heard it. After doing so I tried to take off for the nest. If I didn't get back soon, everyone (except for Him) would wonder where I was.

But something was wrong with my tail. I couldn't keep my self airborne. I crashed into a cliff and fell a few feet, and tried to fly a little higher hoping to get my self into the open sky. But most of all, I hoped to correct my flying for me to uphold my terms of the bond. If I couldn't my hatchling would become one of my kind and end up spending her life serving that evil monster of a dragon that lived in our nest and threatening our lives if we didn't bring food back for Him. I didn't want that for her. As much I'd love her to become one of my own, I could never bring her into a life as a servant for that monster.

But I fell back into the forest and into a grotto. I looked around and collapsed on the ground in depression. I was stuck here and not only that, my hatchling would become one of my kind and there would be nothing that I could do about it.

"I'm so sorry my hatchling. I hoped to fix what was wrong with me, but I don't know what it is."

Suddenly, I picked up the smell of blood. My blood. I whipped my tail in front of me and saw why I hadn't been able to fly out of here. My left tail wing was missing. Without it, I couldn't steer or even stay airborne.

"It's all over." I thought. I couldn't protect my hatchling.

(Hiccup's POV)

I watched as the Night Fury flew away (or what I thought was it flying away). I turned to go home, but I was still breathing too hard and too fast. I took three steps and my legs gave out and I passed out on the forest floor. When I came to, it was getting dark. I ran home as fast as I could and tried to sneak inside. My Dad was sitting by the fire and didn't seem to notice me. I made my way toward the stairs hoping that it would stay that way.

"Hiccup." he said at last. 'Darn it so close and yet so far.'

"Dad, uh, I need to talk to you Dad." I said coming back down the stairs.

"I need to speak with you too."

"I've decided that I don't want to fight dragons."

"I've decided that it's time you learn how to fight dragons." We said in perfect unison.

"What?" in unison again.

"You go first." he offered.

"No no you go first." I returned.

"All right you get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning."

"Oh man. I should've gone first. Cause you know I was thinking. You know, we have a surplus of dragon fighting Vikings. But do we have enough, bread-making Vikings, or small home repair-Vikings."

"You'll need this." He said handing me an axe.

"I don't want to fight dragons." I stammered.

"Oh come on yes you do." He laughed.

"Rephrase, Dad I can't kill dragons."

"But you will kill dragons."

"No I'm really very extra sure that I won't."

"It's time Hiccup."

"Can you not hear me?" I whined.

"This is serious lass. When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more this." He said pointing to all of me.

"You just gestured to all of me."

"Deal?"

"This conversation is feeling very one sided."

"Deal?" he said sounding more serious.

"Deal." I said feeling defeated.

"Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably." he said as he headed for the door.

"And I'll be here. Maybe." I replied as he left. Just then Astrid came into the room. She glared at me and then went back to her room.

'Great. Now my sister's mad at me. What else could go wrong?' I thought as I made my way up stairs to my room.