AN - Hello again, first off thankyou for the reviews,maximumride1444,FulltHrottle3639 and Breyannia. also thanks for the favs and the follows. it's means alot. i'm so glad you're enjoying my story so far.

i had some writers block in parts of this chapter but i got through it and i think it went well. tell me what you think. constuctive critism is welcome.

i forgot to mention last chap that this story starts a day before the movie begins. this chapter is the night of the dragon raid that starts the movie. anyway, enjoy. :)

Disclaimer - i don't own HTTYD of course.

The smell of earth and grass.
That's the first thing that came to his senses.

Had he fallen asleep? He wasn't sure. Next came the pain. His head pounded and his body felt like it was on fire. He ached all over and felt heavy. he tried to move but for some reason it felt foreign. like his body wasn't his own. the pain in his head started to ease so he tried to open his eyes.
He was met with blurry images of dark browns, greens and black. he tried to remember what had happened.

Yes, He'd been in the forest. Drawing. Like usual. then what? why was he sleeping on the ground?
Pain. Yes, he remembered lots of pain. the sound of laughter. A witch? That witch! Circe!

He jolted upright with the realisation of what had happened only to fall back to the ground as his head throbbed with pain again.
she said she was going to curse him, and had hit him with some light from that stick of hers. a wand? that's what witches used right?
what had she done to him? where was she now?

He tried to get up again, steadying himself on wobbly legs. but something felt weird. why was he standing on all fours? he looked down and with blurred vision saw where he arms should be, two thick black stumps. he tried to move them. he realised these were his arms. why did they look different? his vision began to clear and he could see they were covered in scales. SCALES!

now he was starting to panic. he swished his head back and forth looking at his body. it was completely black covered in scales. on his back were leathery bat like wings. he had a tail with four leathery find attached. as he moved he felt something weird attached to his head so he reached up with his 'paws' and felt several appendages attached to his head. he moved his tongue and felt sharp teeth in his mouth.

then he realised what he had become. a dragon! how was it possible to turn someone into a dragon!? witchcraft was strange...and scary!
something she had told him came back to him. "I plan on giving his heir a true curse and have him kill his son without realising it until it's too late"
of course, turning him into a dragon would make him prey for the vikings of his village to hunt, including his father.

what was he gonna do? should he go back and try to show his village he meant no harm? would they even notice if he wasn't attacking them and still kill him anyway? he didn't know what to do.

he decided to have another look at himself. what was he? he'd never seen a dragon like himself before. pure black scales, small sleek body. he couldn't see his head but he could tell he didn't look as fierce as other breeds of dragon like a monstrous nightmare with fangs jutting out its mouth or a nadder with sharp spines sticking out its tail. he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

he noticed it gotten rather dark out, the stars were twinkling in the sky and the moon was giving off a faint glow. it was very quiet n the forest. he was surprised at how well he could see. usually he'd have trouble seeing his own hand in front of his face in this light, but now he could see every tree clearly and could also see much further into the distance. his smell was also more acute. he could smell the nature around him even better than after a rainfall.

he was amazed by how acute a dragons senses were. he tried out his hearing, focusing on whatever small sounds he could make out in the silence. then he heard it, clear as day. why hadn't he heard it before? the sounds of vikings battling, fires burning and dragons roaring. the village was under attack!
without thinking of the consequences he rushed back to his home, temporary forgetting his situation.

Chaos. that would be what Berk's current situation would be.

dragons swarmed the sky's, diving down to snatch up sheep and stored fish. fighting off vikings who tried to stop their plundering. shooting fire here and there. buildings and grass on fire, axes and bolas being thrown left and right. the teens running around trying to put out the fires as the adult vikings gave out war cries, trying to injure and kill dragons. some were even fighting in mid air, like one viking, holding onto a groncle as it flew around as he hit it's head with a hammer. the torches went up and the catapults were fired, throwing boulders at some unlucky flying nadders.

The chief, stoic the vast, was fighting off a monstrous nightmare with his hammer when a familiar skreek was heard. a nightfury. vikings shouted out the famous line "night fury, get down" as it fired at one of the catapult towers. the top came crashing down destroying another building. then it fired again destroying the base. only the silhouette of this dragon could be seen as it flew past its destruction.

meanwhile in the forge, gobber was busy fixing bent and broken weapons that kept coming in from the fight wondering where his apprentice could be. he didn't miss work often and he could really use the help right now.

he didn't think too much about it though as if he hadn't been woken from the dragon attack, he may still be in the forest doing whatever he did in there after work and must of lost track of time like he sometimes did. he was probably waiting for it to get light so he could make his way back. He'd give him extra work later to make up for it.

Hiccup made it to the edge of the forest that connected with the village. He had quite a bit of trouble making it here as he was still getting used to walking on all fours. not to mention the wings. they just drooped down either side of him, tripping him up and painfully snagging on things. he tried to move them up out of the way, but it was difficult controlling limbs he didn't have before. He got by with just moving his shoulder blades for now which moved them slightly. he could feel the new muscles in his wings from there but it felt weird and foreign trying to move them.

the tail didn't get in the way too much apart from getting a few scratches on rocks embedded in the ground, so he'd figure out how to move that later. for now, he'd made it to the village. but now what?

a nightmare saw him and started to crawl up to him.
"oh gods it's gonna kill me"he cried as he freaked out. "but wait, I'm a dragon now, it wouldn't attack one of its own would it" his frightened mind tried to reason. so he forced himself to hold his ground instead of run away.

"what are you doing hatching, one so young shouldn't be here in the raid"he stated.
Hiccup was in shock at first, the dragon was talking!? dragons didn't talk! or maybe they did, in their own language, which meant he could understand dragon now. how could he understand a whole new language just from being turned into one? maybe it was another thing the spell did.

lost in thought he'd forgotten the nightmare had asked a question.
"answer me hatchling! what are you doing here?" he shouted, frustrated hiccup wasn't answering him.
Hatchling? what did he mean by that. was the dragon species he'd turned into not meant to be this small? pulling himself away from his thoughts he tried to think of an answer. he couldn't say he was human turned dragon, it might attack him after all.

"umm, i got separated from my parents, got lost in the forest." he said trying to play along with being a hatchling. it was believable right?
"What would your parents be doing on a viking island?"
"ummm" what could he say now, the nightmare was right, it didn't make any sense for him to be on this island.
but before he could carry on with his answer an axe was swung between them!

"AHHH" hiccup screamed. he'd been seen. the nightmare gave a shriek and flew off, leaving him.
"he clearly values his own life more than some hatchling!" he shouted as he ran from the viking.

He ended up running further into the village in his fright. other vikings saw him and tried to hit him with their axes, swords and hammers. being so small and quick he managed to dodge their swings. then before he knew it he was in front of his house. He'd run to where his consciousness screamed safety at him, but it wasn't safe here. not anymore.

But still, he needed to hide, get away from these blood thirsty vikings. he scratched at the door, trying to grasp the handle, but his paws weren't the right shape for it. the he heard a familiar shout.
"GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE DEMON!"

it was his father! he was so scared he began to shake and cry. "please. dad. it's me, Hiccup." but all that came out his mouth were grunts and skreeches. He couldn't speak to him.
stoic raised his sword and struck down. Hiccup tried to dodge. He escaped a killing blow but the sword hid his left hind leg. slicing a deep gash into his flesh.
"AHHH" he screamed. He tried the next best thing and tried to scribble words into the ground, but his paws were shaking too much and he didn't have full control of them yet anyway. stoic tried to hit him again.

Hiccup was so afraid. then all of a sudden he felt heat forming at the back of his throat and let out a blast of fire. but not just any fire. it was blue like a night fury's. he hit his father straight in the chest and without anymore though ran as fast as he could back to the forest, hearing shouts of "night fury, Kill it".
ignoring the pain in his leg the best he could with adrenaline flowing through him, He kept running and running, all the while crying.

trees zoomed past in a blur, branches scratched at his wings. the shock of it all made his ears ring, in all the panic and confusion he just kept running until all of a sudden...he fell! he hadn't noticed the drop in his fright. he screamed as he fell into a cove in the middle of the forest. luckily he landed in the pond within it.

he swam to the surface and used his left over strength to swim to the shore, dragging himself onto land. he so badly wanted to pass out now that the adrenaline was wearing off, but he needed to hide. what if they came looking for him?
he spotting a cave on the other side of the cove and stumbled over to it, falling down a few times. he went as far back inside as he could before darkness finally took him.

okay so another cliffhanger. even though i'm writing the story it gets me excited and wanting more XD

you may have noticed i spaced the chapter more this time. seemed a bit bulky in text last chapter, hope this makes it easier to read.