Sorry it took so long but here's chapter 4

Disclaimer: HTTYD is not mine

Ch. 4: Near-Death Experiences
(Shelen POV)

Dragon Training. I couldn't believe I was in Dragon Training! The others were really exited, but me, I wanted to just drop dead. All the times I had learned about dragons in secret. All that work to show I was different. For nothing!

"I hope I get some serious burns!" Tuffnut Thorston said. I kept from rolling my eyes at that and concentrated on holding my sword up.

"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." Ruffnut, Tuffnut's twin, said.

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Astrid said casualy. I actualy did roll my eyes at her.

"Yeah, no kidding, right?"

I looked up. It couldn't be? Was it. I looked closer at the person in front of me. It was Hiccup.

"Pain, love it." He said sarcastically. I snorted at his comment. Everyone turned and looked at me after complaining about Hiccup.

"Well, look who finally returned to the village," Snotlout commented, "We were hoping you had gotten eaten."

I ignored him and took my place in line with the others. As Gobber explained about the dragons, I saw Hiccup glance at me once or twice. When we made eye contact he would look back ahead. I suddenly came to reality when Gobber let out the Groncle. Lovely.

We all ran for our lives till Astrid sudgested a sheild. I grabbed one and saw that Hiccup was having trouble. I was about to help but Gobber was already there. My only thought then: Stay alive.

We were at it for a while then the Groncle went after Hiccup.

"HICCUP!" Gobber and I both shouted. The chief's son only coward as the Groncle got ready to blast him. Gobber luckily grabbed the Groncle with his hook arm and threw it back in it's cage. He then told us that the dragon will always go for the kill. I wasn't sure about that though. It wasn't like that with the Night Fury. It had stayed put until Hiccup had appeared.

I made my way back into the woods early that day and found a small entrance to a cove. I looked around the cove but didn't see anything but a beautiful landscape. I had come back to my cove. I sighed and was about to enter, when I saw a blur swoosh passed me. I gasped and jumped as the Night Fury slammed into a rock wall. It growled and landed. I watched as the Night Fury tried to fly again. It fell. I then pulled a notebook out of my belt and began to sketch the dragons basic shape. When I finished I looked at the dragon again. It had only one tailfin. I erased the right fin and there I realized something.

The dragon suddenly looked up and stared at me. I held my breath as it stared. It then turned away and I slowly left the cove. Something was wrong with that dragon. I had to do something. But first I would have to earn it's trust.

(Hiccup POV)

"A dragon will always go for the kill." Gobber had said. But why hadn't the Night Fury. I sighed and continued through the woods. I followed some signs of a Night Fury passing by and found a gap in some rocks. I walked through the gap and found it lead to a cove. A large paradise.
I then looked down and saw small black scales. I picked one up and rubbed my thumb against the rough surface. Suddenly, a dark object flew right past me startling me so much I fell back on my butt. I quickly crawled over to edge and there it was. The Night Fury. The Dragon kept taking off and crashing into the cove walls no matter how hard it flapped its wings. I couldn't waste an opportunity like this. I leapt down to the ledge below me and pulled out my notebook and started making a sketch of the Night Fury. The Dragon made another attempt to escape but instead of just flying away like I expected, it seemed to be trying to just grab onto the ledge of the cove walls and climb out, but the stone was too smooth for its paws.

"I don't get it…"I muttered quietly, "Why don't you just fly away?" I finished drawing out the tail. Then, I saw, the left tailfin was missing. The Night Fury tried again to escape but the poor thing crashed headfirst into the canyon wall. I scrubbed out the right tail fin in my sketch.

I did this to you…I couldn't help but feel sorry for it. The Night Fury bounded over to the pond trying to get some fish, but it had no luck as far as I could tell. I set my pencil down-which immediately rolled away and fell down into the canyon landing with a soft thump. I froze as the Night Fury stiffened and turned and saw me. It…no…he made no attempt to attack. He just stared at me as if asking "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The strangest thing was I didn't feel any fear a little maybe, but mostly a strong curiosity, fascination even. I wanted to know more about this Dragon. From all the tales I've heard about Night Furies, I didn't see or feel any of that. Slowly, not making any sudden moves, I stood up. The Night Fury blinked and stayed put. I turned around, and looking over my shoulder walked away from the canyon's edge. This had been the second time I encountered the Night Fury and this time he didn't even try to attack just stared at me curiously.

When I was back at the site of our first encounter I stopped. Was it just coincidence we met or something else? I looked at the sketch of the Night Fury I made again. The left tailfin must have been ripped off when I took him down with my bola invention. I felt a twinge of guilt. Sure, I had been brought up being told that killing a dragon was the greatest thing ever-and never was able to understand how anyone could find killing so enjoyable. But now…I wasn't so sure about anything…

Thunder rumbled overhead. There was a storm coming. I tucked my notebook into my vest and started sprinting back to Berk. A few minutes later, it started to rain heavily and I was soaked within seconds. And the whole time, I kept wondering about the Night Fury.