Once again I ended up in the cove. It's mostly the best and most beautiful part of Berk. No dragon have ever attacked here nor been here. SO it's completely safe and cleared out of dragons. I climb down the stone wall, walking over to the big lake in the middle. On the way I grabbed a stick to doodle around with. I sat down on the grass mixed with dirt and took out my dagger. Sometimes when I'm bored, I walk over to the cove and sharpen some sticks. Just to have something to do or try to catch any fish. And noticing I haven't really eaten much today, I decided to see if I could catch some fish. I left my fur boots on the dry ground, walking out in the freezing lake. Some fishes had swim away, but some stayed.
In the bright blue water, I could see the reflection of the blue sky, and myself. I gave out a loud sight, thinking about everything. My life, training, Toothless. Toothless will from now on be the Night Fury. It's getting annoying to say 'the Night Fury'. From my point of view, it's nothing like the Vikings have told me about. In real life, it's more childish than murderous. Even if it has killed hundreds of Vikings, we somehow managed to make him be the last of his kind. Which is kind of sad, thinking of how sad the dragon might be? Knowing that he might, and most likely, is the last dragon of his own kind.
My thoughts split in two as I notice a black figure with forest green eyes, showing itself in the reflection of the water. That must be Toothless! Thinking twice, I decide not to turn around, just watch it's every move in the reflection. He seems interested. And indeed he is! Toothless reflection disappears from the water, and I turn around to see the black figure breaking a tree branch. His eyes meet mine for a few seconds, but I break it by turning back to my own business. A loud thud comes from beside me as I can see the large tree branch in the corner of my eye. I turn around to face the might Night Fury. He motions for me to take the large tree branch and I did as he told. Thinking for a couple of minutes, he looked bored and tried to explain to me what to do by nudging my dagger.
"You want me to make it sharp for you?" I asked, expecting a simple nod, and he nodded. I stood up, walking over to the large tree branch with my dagger and sat on top of it. At my first try I noticed how long this may take, but if he wants it sharpen something tells me I should obey his wishes. Or else it might get ugly. "Okay, Toothless. But this might take a while, so just enjoy the blue sky," I said. He looked confused at the name Toothless, but then showed me his now famous gummy smile.
After two hours of hard working on the new sharp object, it was finished. The sun started to set, but it's not like anyone would worry anyway.
"Toothless! It's finished," I called out for him, watching him play in the water. His gaze turned to me and he happily jumped out of the water and grabbed the large tree branch with his mouth. Then he went back in the water, trying to catch some fish. I joined him and together we both got six fishes. I gathered some fire wood and Toothless light it up. He got the five large salmons and I got the last one. This is just incredible! Dragons have the same personality and feelings as Vikings. And even thinks the same! Or it's just the Night Furies who is really intelligent. Only one way to find out. Train another dragon.
For the rest of the cold evening we settled down to get some rest. Surprisingly, Toothless came over to me and wrapped his tail around me. I let him do it, but as he did I noticed his left tailfin is missing. So that's why he can't fly so well, and that makes him stuck here on Berk. Tomorrow after training I should build him a new tail. No matter how long it'll take me, I will finish that tail.