So when I was reading some fan fictions to 'get into the mood' and write, I noticed that the ideas I used for the stories I've done and some of those I planned to do are similar to others on the site. I'm so sorry! I never tried to copy anyone's ideas; they all were original to me. Please forgive me? Anyway, this one isn't as happy as the others, and is longer too. (I've got what should be a decent sized chapter coming up. Yay!) I changed my style a little to make it sound more formal cause Toothless is cool like that and I imagine this is how an great immortal dragon would talk. Enjoy!

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Gone

I was flying. The wind was beneath my wings, lifting me ever higher into the blurring line between heaven and earth. Sweet scents of clouds filled my nostrils as they sailed past me, a thousand colors against the setting sun. Freedom; that was what this was. Harmony, rhythm, serenity, all working together to release my spirit. My body knew what it was supposed to do, the movements blended together into a kind of dance. I was power, I was pride. Muscles tensed and eased, taking me farther and farther into bliss. I was flying. It was beautiful. But something was missing. I couldn't place it, but there was something wrong with this flight. I didn't see how; this was everything flying was supposed to be, wasn't it? The sky was a dragon's kingdom, and that kingdom was all he ever needed. Searching for the reason behind my distress, I looked down at the waves of the gray ocean as they crashed against the rocky cliffs. That was how it always was in that world. Everything was forceful, rough, and cruel. I turned my gaze away from those cliffs in disgust. That was the world of humans. Humans. The word struck an unknown feeling. They were supposed to be beasts, destroying everything in their path. But somehow, something told me that wasn't completely true. That something seemed to be calling me down, down to that world of filth, down to something familiar. I didn't know why, but I listened. Spiraling down from that ecstasy to the water's surface, I turned toward the cliffs. This time though, I saw something new. Standing on the edge was a figure. It was small, fragile looking. Each gust of wind seemed to almost knock it over, but still it stood. I flew closer, hesitant now, keeping my senses alert for an attack. It was one of them. But it was so much different than the others. It was weak, for one, but it was alone too. I had never seen a human alone before. They were always together, always dependent on each other, even if they wouldn't openly show it. It didn't make sense to me. I never relied on anyone; it was just me and the sky, the way I liked it. I started to turn back, but that call came even stronger. It seemed almost urgent, pleading now. It was calling me to that human. Closer, closer. Something in the back of my mind remembered this, it remembered something good. But from where? This was all wrong. I should be up in my world, not down here in theirs. I shouldn't be flying toward this human like I…Like I cared. There wassomething about this Viking that struck me. As the distance between us closed to only a hundred yards, the human looked up. Soft brown locks moved from his face and he looked right at me, his gaze piercing my own. His eyes were a deep green like an endless forest, yet sharp. They were eyes that had felt the pain of a life of loneliness and sorrow, a life of never fitting in, of never being good enough.

Eyes I knew. And I remembered.

They were memories of fear and mercy, of trust and friendship, of two souls that had become one, lost without the other in so many ways, of relying on someone, not just because you needed them, but because you wanted to, because they were your equal, your friend, your rider.

Hiccup.

He had made me whole again. No, I thought. He had made me whole for the first time. Warmth enveloped me. A dragon lived a life of solitude, and I had always thought that was enough for me. But I was wrong. This human was my companion, a part of me. They gave me flight, I gave them friendship, but it was all so much more than that.

I raced toward him with my mouth slightly parted, exposing my toothless gums. He had always laughed at this. I didn't understand why, I was simply copying Hiccup's own smile. But he wasn't laughing now. He still stared back at me with those sad eyes.

I was worried now. The cliffs suddenly seemed so far away, like I would never reach them. I had to reach them; he was my boy and I had to protect him, be there for him. But Hiccup just stood there, sorrowful, his gaze tinged with regret. But for what? The only wrong he had ever done me was the loss of my tailfin, even though his friendship and our flights together had more than made up for it. I wouldn't fly without him. I couldn't fly without him.

The world turned upside down. I was falling. My body was out of control, spinning wildly as I plummeted. I tried to turn my tailfin to stop myself, but it wasn't there. Hiccup wasn't there to save me. I looked back to the cliff, but Hiccup was gone. Everything was. Then I hit the water.

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I jolted awake and cried out with the fury of a thousand demons. The world around me was as silent as death. Hiccup was gone, and he was never coming back.

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Aww…poor Toothless. Don't worry big guy, you've got thousands of fans who would give anything to make you feel better! Please read and respond so I can hopefully become a better writer. I need the skills for school and stuff!