The boy keeps running. He just keeps running, not letting himself rest for the ease of his body, not for the aching bruises that need him to stop. Wilstern was not going to stop. Wilstern was going to keep running until he got away from those wretched vikings. They've already stolen what little freedom he had left, let alone the one friend he'd made in his previous home, one at the top ranks that others competed for as well. What was he to everyone else? Prey?

The boy with black hair, shortest he could fit into a hole a rabbit makes, eyes as brown as that of honey that only bees he saw, that flourished. But how was he to get away? Looking behind each of his shoulders he sees them. Vikings, on their majestic beasts he so wished he could befriend.

In his current situation, with bruises that ranged all over his legs, each growing purple little by little time that passed, what dragon could he find at this point? His trust issues with just the one person he saw for his first five years of life was the only one he saw, barely ever to spend time with her.

Twigs and branches, from thorny bushes scratch at his legs, causing more tears and skin to break with blood. He should've known running was a bad idea. He could have blended in with the dark, if wasn't for the dragons great sense of smell. He was surprised to ever even think they existed. Pirates came to his land, Zuishou, where a kingdom of heirarchy was set, away from unknown beasts like them. Inside it was never worse, merely a commoner that lived on the streets, but knew how to fight. Even at times when guards intruded on him and his older friend, he knew when to back down, to escape.

"Hey! Wilstern, STOP RUNNING!" that voice caused him to stop and tread on the ground, legs cautiously skidding, slowing him to a stop over a rock.

He looks back at the sound, the one on the...

the...

"Toothless, be sure not to accidentally drop him when you-"

"Move aside Hiccup it's time to show some people how a real viking catches their prey!" a gruffier voice hefted out. To his left, blue and green dragons scowered near him, the riders trying to make sure he didn't make one wrong move. To the right, a brown dragon, a fat one that, and a red one, aiming his way down to sccop him up.

Squinting at the bigger viking, he jumps, expertly landing on what seemed to be one of the sharpest rocks, with more that lead down the pit. Nonetheless, he grabbed the peak, letting himself slide down with ease. Boots weren't common to the boy, as he was forced to where them when he was a prisoner. Never would he think of living in a land that lives with constant, terrible cold that could freeze even hair itself.

He merely ran in his own attire of a long sleeved green shirt, brown pants he could swear that wouldn't work in this cold and the boots. He here's a small pop come from behind him. His eyes widen as he glances to see the purple plasma come straight at him, he ducks, only having it stop his further tracks. He scurries on his legs and hands as he gets up to run, taking a left from a dead end. His boots were causing too much noise, most likely the heels. Too much put in one spot is a bad thing for everything.

"Kid, stop running! We aren't gonna make you a prisoner like those pirates did!" a blonde girl on her blue dragon managed to shout through the onslaught of shrubbs from her point of view in the sky. He shakes his head at the girl.

"Yeah all we're gonna do is tie you and eat you up!" He heard another female, on the green dragon. A small snicker, and his pupils shrank to size of rice. He knew he couldn't believe that, but just to show how hard it is to capture a boy like him, he jumped. Sure it may sound redundant that he jumps only a few feet high, but learned to dodge every attack that ever came at him, especially when it came to being a prisoner. He jumped straight up through the trees, soaring, in the sky as if he was a dragon himself.

However due to his hair length, they were unable to see his eyes, and he knew he was giving them a scornful look. They had the chance to straight up grab him from there, but he shoots back down as though he were as heavy as a buffalo.

"I'll get closer to get a better view!" a chubby member of the crew shouted, riding his brown creature down. Just how was this child supposed to think straight, about getting away from all of this?! All he wanted to do was to grow up with his friend, and do just that. Oh why did this 'Schnitzel' man-pirate have to come and bombard his home?

All that thinking was clouding his eyes, from the prize of what he assumed to be freedom. Speaking of watching where he was going...

"Duh!" he smacked his head on a thick branch, to where he stopped feeling the oncoming assault of pain throb in his head. Ow, ow , ow. he mentally said, trying to stay composed. What appears to be a big branch was actually a small thick tree. It's like every turn he made there was some obstacle that blocked him from escape.

A small haze in his vision caused him to see a woman with distinct marine blue hair when he turned around. He could have sworn it was-

He heard loud *Shrings!* all around him. Left and right were daggers from the blue one's spiky tail. "Good job, girl!" he heard the blonde shout. Trying to go through the one opening as his last resort, he was bombarded with fireballs from at least three of the dragons chasing him.

"It's ok! You don't have to keep running!" The familiar red headed teen announced to the boy, as all six of them landed all at once surrounding him. Dead silence didn't come along, but he could hear something throbbing in his ears. At the heat of the moment, he saw all of them come crowding around, all at once. Defenseless, both legs injured, broken left arm. How was he supposed to get himself out of this mess now?

"Don't be scared! Not all viking's are bad! Take it from m-"

"What do you care about who vikings are?! I'm no viking!" he screamed interrupting the red head. opening his eyes, shooting a glare at the boy who was surprised, in a halt stance, making sure the other don't scare the child anymore than he is now.

...

That stance? He re-imagined the scrawny boys personality with that of his friend. He blinked a few times, as the others' glance came back to him, now letting his tears shed to do the talking. One step back, and he went tumbling into the trunk of the tree.