Okay, so. Life on Berk isn't that interesting. Therefore, neither are the life stories. Occasionally there's the story of the blood and gore of the old dragon battles, those were the good days. There are fewer dragon battles now, not hardly enough, but I'm not complaining.
Ok so maybe I am… So what? Just because I like the gore things I'm weird? I don't mind being weird a lot of the time I just... Never mind.
This is going to be about my life so far. It was okay. It'll be hardly exciting to you. Just a story of a petty girl who is completely individual and imaginative, who likes blood and gore and who likes dragons and Hic-… Archery.
The story usually starts when people are born, or conceived... to be honest I don't remember it that much so I'll start somewhere else.
When Hiccup first told you his story, he started with the night raid that he shot Toothless out of the sky. If it'll make more sense to you, I will start there also.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't sat on the bluff, it may have had a wonderful view but it was cramped and strangely addicting. I found it first when I was fourteen. The Village Elder was visiting my father and I left to go exploring. I wandered out to the edge of the cliff and found the small opening by the side of a small house. Since then I've dug it out more and made it into a small room, smothered the walls in drawings and made a fire pit. I have a few more of those hide-a-ways on the island, but that's for another time.
When this story starts, so does a dragon raid. The sky was blotted with dragon silhouettes and every star glimmered in their attempts to be the noticeable one, illuminating the sky.
The battle cries started almost immediately; that's how I woke. I fell asleep in the cavern and dragon's roars thundered throughout the night. It wasn't the first time I'd done so, so I knew that my father wouldn't be worried.
Hesitantly, I crawled out of my hiding hole just enough for the top of my head to be surfaced and my eyes peeking over. The ground around the house was flickering with light. It was the raised flaming torches, eradicating all stealth the dragons had once relied on. Dozens of dragons flew overhead towards the lower banks of sheep and fowl.
I heard wheels moving along the ground and ducked down further, Hiccup came running with the shooting thing and set it up on the edge of the cliff. He unfolded the wooden covers and pulled out the weapon, making the springs pop up as he pulled back the latch to load it. Curious, I pulled myself out more, ignoring the tree roots snagging on my tunic. He lowered his gaze to be level with the crosshair and waited.
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at." He repeated as quiet as a whisper. He scanned the sky and heard the same ominous roar that made my head turn. He cowered slightly and searched for the source. All other dragons had vanished into the village, so there was just one hovering in the sky, taking out the stars as it passed in front of them. Hiccup saw it and straightened up excitedly, he had the shooter honing in on the dragon with every passing moment.
The unmistakable screech of a Night Fury boomed through everything. A ball of light flashed and blew up a watch tower, the dragon flew across and Hiccup raced the shooter around to catch it.
He fired and was blown back a few meters next to my cavern; we both watched the net intently. He didn't notice me, he scrambled up in time to see the net wrap tightly around the Night Fury and secure its wings. It plummeted through the night past the hills and beyond.
"I hit it. Yes, I hit it!" He yelled, triumphantly. He swivelled around and I fell backwards into the hole, scraping my back against the edge, "Did anybody see that?"
I scrambled up the hole and saw a dragon's head rising up from behind Hiccup. I didn't know what to do, I was frozen with fear, I didn't want to die as well. "I did, Hiccup. I did," I whispered.
The Monstrous Nightmare leapt up and let out a guttural roar, it crushed the shooter and moved towards Hiccup.
"Except for you," He said. The dragon leapt up and pounced on him. He screamed and bolted away.
I still can't believe I didn't help him. I should have, but then he would have known that I'd seen everything and he would ask me to tell the villagers too.
Fame is never something high on my list.
