Yes! Finals are finally over! And I passed all of them! Thank you, Saint Jude. And School is finally out! Huzzah! I graduated to eighth grade! Wooh! And I am really sorry this chapter took a while. Hope I can make it up to you with this long one! Five pages in Writer, 2137 words!

Thanks to COOLERthemanplz, or something like that, for correcting my mistakes in this chapter. I was tired and I was writing this in the middle of the night. Thanks again.

I also need some help. For Toothless, should I have it like this {Toothless'} or like this {Toothless's}? Could you guys tell me which one is correct?

Foxchick1: Here we go! I'm glad you like my story.

Mystic (Guest): I just might do that.

Li (Guest): XD That made my day. Even though I was writing this like at the middle of the night. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.

Dragon Training?!

I had drawn a map in my journal from my understandings of the forest. I had attempted to calculate the distance that the dragon had fallen. So far, all of my guesses had failed. Every spot I checked had no sign of the dragon. I had been searching for two hours. Never before have I had so much trouble searching for something.

Looking up from my journal, I hoped to see the Night Fury, but all I saw was another spot in the forest, no dragon near it. I sighed as I marked the spot with an 'x'. Frustrated, I scribbled all over my journal, knowing that I would have no luck. I snapped my journal closed, with my pencil inside it, and stuffed it in my vest.

"Oh, the gods hate me," I complained as I kicked a rock out of my way. "Most people lose their knife or their mugs. No not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!" I slapped a dangling twig. It hit me back in the face, giving me a cut on me forehead. I placed my hand on the cut. Pulling it back, it had spots of blood on it.

"Perfect." I muttered as I wiped my hand off on my tunic. I suddenly felt my back burning. I looked over to see my birth mark shining through my tunic. Excitement coursed through me. I started forward and the burning became stronger. I soon come up on a small dirt mound. I peered over it to see a dark mass tangled up in a rope. My breath got caught in my throat. The dragon. He was here.

I slowly made my way over the small mound. He wasn't moving. I felt fear rising up inside me as it mingled with the burning sensation on my back. He couldn't be dead. Oh please don't let him be dead. As I neared the dragon, I could feel my birth mark glowing brighter. Then, the dragon opened his eyes. They were the exact same color as mine. His eyes locked with mine and I swore I could hear him thinking something that I could not understand. I saw fear in his eyes.

"Relax," I soothed as I edged closer to him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help." He didn't seem to buy it. He growled as I came closer to him, though I didn't stop moving nearer. I knelt down beside him and pulled out my dagger. I heard him whine and I turned my eyes toward him, trying to tell him silently that I would not hurt him. Then very slowly, I started cutting the ropes. My dagger sliced through each rope with ease. I cut the last rope off and the dragon stretched his limbs and wings. I then heard a loud rumble coming from him as I put my dagger in its sheath.

He shied away, hiding his head under his wings, as though embarrassed. Then I remembered that I had a bag of berries in my pocket. "Hey!" I called to him. He lifted his head to look at me, wariness clear in his eyes.

"I'm guessing you're hungry." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small bag of berries I had picked while I was looking for the dragon. "I have some berries here if you want 'em." The dragon nodded. So I untied the bag and set the berries on the ground. Then I stepped backwards to give the dragon some space. He sniffed the berries as he looked up at me. I gave him an encouraging smile. Soon enough, he ate the berries. He seemed to like them too. He peered closely at me, as if examining me.

Then, he beckoned me forward with his tail. Hesitantly, I came towards him. He nodded his head behind him and turned around. My guess was that I was to follow him. So I did. We walked through the forest as I tried my best to dodge every low-hanging branch. I had no clue where he was leading me, and this may sound crazy, but I had to trust him. Ha. A 'Viking' trusting the most vicious dragon of them all that was leading me into the forest where no one could hear me.

I shook that thought away as soon as it had come. Strangely, I felt safer around the dragon than I ever did with anyone in my village, even Gobber. Despite the burning on my back, I was quite happy being out in the forest. I was about to ask where we were going until the dragon lifted his tail in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.

"Why did you-" I asked but soon stopped as his tail slapped onto my mouth, efficiently shutting me up. Glaring, I pushed the tail away from my face. I looked around but saw nothing but trees. Though it seemed like he knew something unwelcome was coming towards them. I scratched the top of my head in confusion, not seeing what he saw.

I then yelped as I found myself being dragged behind a bush by the dragon's wings. His wings covered me completely, shielding me from sight. He was pulling me close to him and I felt my cheeks turn pink. It was weird, being pulled close by a male, even if he was a dragon, it was still weird. I looked up at him and saw his pupils as slits. Whatever was coming, it wasn't good. I, out of fear, pushed myself firmly against him. I didn't want to know what was coming.

I heard him growl lowly. I swallowed nervously as I heard light footsteps coming towards them. I soon felt paws grip me around the waist and pull me in. Looking down, the dragon's forearms were pulling me closer in, sort of in a protective way. I clutched the paws around my waist while I looked through the small spaces in the bush we were hiding behind. I saw many small, black paws slowly making their way towards us.

'Wild boars,' I guessed silently. The boars snarled menacingly. 'Angry wild boars.' The dragon was drawing in a large breath when I felt his chest expand and then contract. As I shut my eyes and gripped his paws tightly, the dragon shot out from the bush at an alarming speed. Not wanting to be dragged along in the dirt, I, without thinking, clamored onto the dragon's back. I held his neck tightly as he dashed through the woods. I heard the boars growling at them.

I risked a glance behind me and immediately regretted it. There were many, many wild boars chasing after us and were gaining speed. "There gaining on us!" I called to the dragon. He quickly looked behind him at me. I saw that the dragon told me two words through his eyes: "Trust me."

I nodded and the dragon sped off. My back was practically bursting into flames at this point. It took all of my self control to keep from crying out. I looked up and saw Sunhigh Cove half a mile away. The dragon was taking me there for protection. I tightened my grip on him slightly.

"Think you can speed up?" I asked. The dragon looked up at me, as if asking me if I was sure. "Positive." With that, he took off. I practically felt like I was flying. The growls of the boars were slowly fading away until I couldn't hear them anymore. Very soon after that, I found myself and the dragon in Sunhigh Cove. It looked very different from when I used to visit at noon. Now, when the sun was about three quarters down the sky, it looked amazing.

The dragon slowed to a walk as he made his way into the Cove. I slid off his back and we both went to lie next to the pond. I saw the dragon, as he lied down, was panting heavily. I scooted myself closer to him.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I sat in front of the dragon. He looked up at me, his head lolling side-to-side. "Tired after all that running, huh?" He nodded as he laid his head back down. I looked up at the sky and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Oh gosh, I need to get back to my village!" I exclaimed as I stood up. The dragon wrapped his tail around me, obviously not wanting me to leave. "I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" The dragon stared at me for some time before nodding and retracting his tail. I smiled at him. He seemed to like me. "Oh, and my name's Hali." I then ran to the side of the Cove, and with a final glance at the dragon, I left.

{Time Skip!}

I had finally made it back to my house after a very long walk through the forest. My back had stopped burning but I still felt the burn lingering. I quietly opened the front door to my house just in case my dad was in there. I slipped in and closed the door without a sound. I looked over my shoulder to see my dad hammering something near the fire. I tip-toed to the stairs and crawled up them step by step. I froze when I heard my father say my name. He used that tone which meant nothing good. Then again, he almost always used that tone.

"Uh... dad!" I said in surprise. "Um... what is it?" I crawled back down the stairs. I jumped down in front of my father.

"I have to tell you something." he told me. I felt a sneeze coming on. "I've decided to let you into dragon training." As soon as he said that, I sneezed as I threw my head forwards. My head shot back up as I looked at him confused. I didn't hear him right. Surely he didn't say he was putting me in dragon training?

"Repeat that please?" I asked him.

He breathed in deeply. "I've decided it's time for you to learn how to fight dragons." Oh no! I can't fight dragons. Especially since I've seemed to make friends with one! He can't put me in dragon training.

"W... what?" I stuttered. "I... I can't! There's no way I can fight dragons." He stood up with an axe in his hands.

"You'll need this." he said as he dropped the axe in my arms. The weight dragged me down a little.

"Hold on. Who said I even wanted to go into dragon training?" I asked him accusingly.

"You're lessons begin tomorrow morning." he continued as though he hadn't heard me.

"Did you even hear me?" I put the axe on the ground.

"This is serious, Hali!" he told me. "When you carry this axe," he placed the axe back in my arms. "you carry all of us. You talk like us. You think like us."

"Then I won't be doing much thinking," I muttered so silently so that he couldn't hear it.

"Deal?"

Here we go again. "This conversation feels very one-sided."

"Deal?!" he said more forcibly.

I sighed. There was no getting through to him on this one. "Deal."

"Good!" He shoved a basket onto his shoulder. "I'll be back. Probably."

"And I'll be here, maybe. Try to be careful!" I called to him before he shut the door. I laid the axe down on the floor and walked up to my room. I crashed on the bed, thinking what I did to deserve this.