Hi, guys! Here's chapter two for you. Please review! I love reading them. I'm going to start updating more now. My life has gotten a little less crazy.

Mariah-Thank you for your review. For the first question, she'll ride with him until she gets her own dragon. And for the second question, no. Astrid has her eyes on someone else.

"I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking."

Hiccup raised his dagger, determined to prove his Vikingness. Finally after what felt like forever, he lowered it with a frustrated sigh. He looked at me before turning back to the Night Fury.

"I did this," he muttered. He hurried back and started to cut the ropes. As the last bola fell away the Night Fury pounced, pinning Hiccup to the ground and grazing his neck.

I gasped and ran up, not knowing what I was doing. The Night Fury's gaze broke for a mere second to look at me, then turned back to Hiccup.

It let out an ear-piercing scream and turned to take flight. It flapped violently through the canopy of trees. It bashed against a nearby mountain, recovered, and dropped out of the distance.

Hiccup struggled to his feet and staggered a few steps. He collapsed to his knees.

Dragon training started the next morning. I was up in the stands with Gothi, watching as the recruits came through the tunnel. I wasn't down there as I had been recruited to become the next healer after Gothi…

"Let's get started!" Gobber shouted, "The recruit who does the best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village!"

"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or…" Snotlout started and the others laughed.

I rolled my eyes as the other viking teens made fun of him.

Terrible roars and bellows came from below us. "Behind these closed doors are just a few of the many species you will fight."

Gobber walked from door to door telling the recruits their names. "The Deadly Nadder, The Hideous Zippleback,The Monstrous Nightmare, The Terrible Terror, & the Gronckle."

Gobber pulled on the lever of the last door and the cross beam rose up.

"Whoa, wait!" Snotlout shouted. "Aren't you going to teach us first?!"

"I believe in learning on the job!" Gobber shouted back. All of the recruits scrambled in every direction… Except for the twins, who rushed towards it. I slapped my face with my hand groaning at their stupidness.

"Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need?" Gobber yelled.

"A doctor?" Hiccup guessed. I laughed lightly at this.

"Plus five speed?" That was Fishlegs.

"A shield!" Astrid shouted.

"Shields! Go!"

The recruits scrambled for shields, finding them scattered around the arena.

"Those shields are good for another thing. Noise. Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim."

The teenagers scooped up their weapons and began hammering on their shields.

"All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?"

"Five!" Snotlout yelled.

"No, six!" Fishlegs corrected.

"Correct, six! That's one for each of you!" Gobber told the recruits.

BAM! Fishlegs' shield was blown away.

"Fishlegs, out!" Gobber shouted. I spotted Hiccup hiding from the Gronckle's molten slugs.

"Snotlout! You're done!"

Hiccup panicked and chased after his shield as it rolled across the ring. The sudden movement sent the Gronckle chasing after him, leaving Astrid in the clear.

"Hiccup!"

The Gronckle drove straight towards Hiccup, pinning him against the wall. It opened its mouth and cocked it's tail, ready to fire point-blank.

Gobber lunged in and hooked the Gronckle's mouth at the last second, causing its head to jerk back and fire against the stone wall.

"And that's six!" Gobber said, he was rattled, but he was doing a good job hiding it. He wrestled the irate Gronckle back into his pen. "Remember… A dragon will always," he looked at Hiccup, "Always go for the kill."

Hiccup looked overhead to me and waved me down.