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"Hiccup! Don't go that way! The best trees are over here."

He rolled his eyes and followed her. Toothless had stayed back to guard the camp, and Hiccup was missing his dragon companion by his side. Meyla and him had decided to collect more food for the day-long journey home, and Toothless was gratefully resting in preparation.

The jungle sounded alive with the chirping of birds and the wind blowing through the trees. If there wasn't an imminent death threat, it could be a wonderful vacation spot he noted.

They stepped over to some low trees with bunches of fruit on it. Meyla busily picked as much as possible and placed them in her bag. Hiccup joined, but when he bent over, a soft, blue item fell out of his bag and hit the grass. Meyla, with acute hearing, whipped around and looked at it.

"What is that?"

Hiccup turned around, and saw that she was pointing at his stuffed dragon. "Oh," he quickly bent down and picked it up embarrassed, "it's nothing."

Meyla ignored his sheepish reply, and took it from his hands with care. "You… have a toy?"

He blushed lightly, not many grown men carried around a stuffed toy.

"I like it," she examined it curiously. "Where'd you get it?"

"My mom made it for me."

"She's talented."

"She was."

Meyla's smile dropped and she looked at him sorrowfully. "I'm sorry."

"Don't, she left when I was really little. I don't have many memories of her." His head hung as he watched the ground.

"Well," she placed it back in his hands, "don't lose it."

Hiccup smiled at her as she stood there staring for a moment before turning around awkwardly and began collecting berries again. He paused and looked around. The trees covering their heads above looked like they could have food on them as well. "Hey, are those edible?" He pointed up to it.

Meyla shrugged, "not worth it."

"Why not? It's food isn't it?"

She sighed, "If you want it, get it."

Hiccup faced the thin bark and stared up at the swaying branches. It could only about a 10 foot climb. He wrapped his legs around the trunk and tried shimmying his way up, only to quickly crash down with a thud.

He heard Meyla snickering from a short distance away.

He muscled himself up, rolling up his sleeves, and tried again. He fell on his butt that time.

She let out a loud laugh.

He pouted and got up, determined to prove the mocking Dragon Wing wrong. He gripped the bottom with his feet and tried walking up. It seemed to be a better method. He made it to the first branch and clung on, swinging himself up onto it. "Ha!"

Meyla had stopped laughing, but had an amused expression on her face from below him. "And how do you plan on getting down?"

"Eh, I'll figure it out when I get there," he shrugged her off and began collecting the different food. He filled the bag around his shoulder and looked below him in the hopes of getting down. The ground suddenly seemed very far away. He hugged the branch in fright. He closed his eyes shut. "Meyla! You can come get me down now!" There was no answer. She had left the clearing, and Hiccup stranded in a tree. "It's not funny! I don't have wings remember?"

Still nothing.

He sighed and turned around to face the trunk.

"Maybe I can slide down this thing." Something moved on the bark and caught his eye. He had to squint in order to actually see it. "What the…" A tiny lizard, with orange, sticky fingers and similar scales was stuck to the tree, looking at him. It had a surprisingly long tail with a barb on it. "Awe it's cute!" The tiny creature instantly let out a surprisingly loud screeching sound, and it's tiny wings exploded out of its back. It was a dragon!

Hiccup looked around for Meyla again, but the creature began to climb down the trunk and onto his branch. He shuffled backwards, unsure of how to handle such a tiny little ball of fury. The branch thinned behind him and he looked down, judging the distance and checking to see if the orange lizard was still stalking him. It approached him rapidly and let out another screech.

"I don't think you're friendly!" He quickly swung around and leapt off the branch, sending his body falling through the air. He crashed against the earth, and his metal leg slammed against his flesh- the metal bent out of place and cracked. He stood up and tried to get away as quick as possible, but his prosthetic was bent to such an angle that his right leg was nearly unusable without limping severely.

"Meyla!" He called in fear. He limped to the tree. It didn't look like the dragon had bothered to follow him out of the tree but that didn't mean he was unsure about what to do. Was every dragon on this island hostile? "Meyla!"

He looked around frantically for his friend. Fear closed in on him and his heart thudded strongly against his ribcage. He slashed through a few bushes on one leg, struggling for balance.

A blue tip caught his eye among the undergrowth. He raced over as best he could with one leg and nearly fell on top of her. Her hair was draped over her face and clung to her forehead from sweat. One wing was slung over her body like a shield, and the other splayed behind her. He lifted her head gently onto his lap as a tear slipped off his cheek and landed on her own.

"Meyla…"

He held her body close.

"No. No no no no. You can't be dead. How…" He suddenly realized what happened.

With the rest of his strength he pulled himself upright, cradling her in his arms. With one short leg, he limped through the undergrowth. Meyla's arm hung down and she was limp. The tears still unconsciously poured down his cheeks. He had only made it a short way before he could hear Toothless storming through the forest. He wanted to cry out, but no sound came out. Luckily the dragon smelled him and raced over, sniffing Meyla and looked up at Toothless almost confused.

Hiccup gently slung her over his back and then climbed over behind her.

"Camp, Toothless."

The dragon didn't hesitate to respond, instantly crashing through the bushes.

The distance back felt like an eternity as Hiccup held Meyla steady. The camp still radiated sunlight when they returned, but Hiccup didn't even notice. He carried her quickly inside and onto the cot, with Toothless hot on his heels.

He shook his head mournfully as he ran a hand over her face, sweeping stray hairs from her delicate eyes. Part of her wing had gone red and swollen. She had been poisoned. He kept hearing her voice repeat in his head.

"Preying Nurse."