Disclaimer: Nope… Still don't own it.
A small dragon, no bigger than a full grown house cat, scrambled out from the trees and underbrush. It was a yellowy-green color with a reddish-brown covering its wings, head, and tail. It had brownish horns on its head and flimsy spikes of the same color trailing from the top of its head all the way down to the tip of its tail.
The dragon dashed passed me and Toothless and kept running. It wasn't nearly as threatening as the much larger dragon that was chasing it. This dragon seemed to notice us, skidding to a halt and poising for an attack.
The dragon was colored blue except for its underbelly, which was mostly white. On its head spikes were coming out at all different angles and a large horn type thing adorn the tip of its nose. On its tail were thousands of sharp spikes colored in a pattern of blue and yellow that bristled in defense.
Toothless snarled threateningly at the other dragon, who growled as well. The smaller dragon suddenly appeared by the other's side as if it had been there all along, scratching the ground like a bull preparing to charge.
My breath caught in my throat and my heart race a million miles a minute. I was frozen. This dragon could kill me, or worse, Toothless.
"Steadfast! Scout!" I voice called, halting the strange dragons in their attack. The larger of the two turned its head in the direction the voice had come from as the other jump on its back and let out an excited yip of sorts. Toothless looked as confused I as did.
Suddenly, a boy no older than seventeen emerged from the same spot the two dragons had moments ago. Sticks and leaves of all sizes clung to his jet black hair. At first, he didn't seem to notice us.
"There you guys are! I've been looking everywhere- Who are you?" This question was directed at me.
"I could ask you the same thing," was my answer. His grey eyes fell on Toothless.
"Woah! You have a Night Fury?" He asked, astonished.
"A what?" I asked.
"That dragon of your's, it's a Night Fury," he explained, "I didn't know there were any left."
"What are you talking about?" I asked warily, still cautious of this stranger.
"Don't you know what type of dragon he is?" The boy asked.
"I didn't know there w-were different types," And here we go with the stuttering.
"How can you not know about the different types of dragons if you're friends with one?" He inquired.
"I-I haven't been friends with him that long," I explained.
"Well, he seems to be pretty protective of you for you not having known each other long," the boy stated.
"Well, you don't know me or my dragon," I said.
"Right, sorry. My name is Grayson Jedediah Michaels, but my friends just call me Grayson. And these two here are Steadfast," he pointed to the larger dragon, "and Scout!" He motioned to the smaller of the two, which was now perched on his shoulder like a parrot, "What's your name?"
"Oh, well, um, I-I'm Hiccup," I paused for the insult that never came, "And this is Toothless," I pointed at Toothless.
"What happened to your face?" Grayson asked, "Did you get into a fight or something?"
"Yeah, s-something like that."
Grayson squinted his eyes at me, as if trying to remember something.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked.
"N-not that I know of," I answered. Curse my failure to speak without stumbling over my words.
He snapped his fingers, "I know! You're that kid at the school that Tyler always messes with!"
"Oh," I muttered to myself. Nice to know that that's how everyone thinks of me.
"I didn't mean it like that," Grayson said apologetically, "I don't really like Tyler that much either. He's just a bully."
"Yeah, he is," I agreed.
"This is so cool!" He said excitedly.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"That there's another person who knows about dragons! I thought I was the only one, or at least the only one around here," he said.
"I thought the same thing," I remarked.
"Woah," Grayson said suddenly, his eyes on Toothless's tail, "What happened there?"
"I don't know, I found him like that," I answered.
"Did you make that?" He pointed to the replacement tail fin.
"Yeah," I said.
"How did you build something like that! I would have gotten bored or confused. Or both," Grayson stated.
"I just drew a diagram of Toothless and his missing tail fin and made a new one out of spare parts that I found in my shed," I replied.
"Wow, you're good," he said.
"Thanks."
"You know what we should do?!" He asked excitedly, moving from one topic to another easily.
"What?"
"We should have a race!" He declared.
"If you want to," I said.
"Yes! Come on! From here to the edge of town and back again! First to return wins the race!" Everything Grayson said seemed as though it should end in an exclamation point. Everything word that come out of his mouth was said with excitement and a smile. He seemed like the kind of person that everyone would want to be around. I liked it.
"You're on," I accepted the challenge, climbing into the saddle strapped to Toothless' back and prepared to race. Grayson jumped on Steadfast's back, no saddle or reins attached.
"Let's do this thing!" He yelled enthusiastically.
"Ready. Set. Race!" And we were off, speeding through the air side by side. Scout flew behind Steadfast, straining to keep up. For the first time in what had felt like forever, I truly laughed.
And here's chapter twenty! Wow, twenty chapters. I love it! What do you think of Grayson, Steadfast, and Scout? Tell me down in the comments! Also, incase any of you are confused, Steadfast and Scout are both boys. Anyway, bye!