Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon and do not own any of the character. Halla and Ash are based on character from the movie Hiccup and Astrid, but have been modified for my story.

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I want to warn anyone reading this story that due to school starting I may not be writing as much as I used to, but give me time and I will update I don't plan on ditching this story ever. I will update when I can.

Also I am starting to revise, review, and correct the starting chapters because yes I did reread the chapter that I made almost two years ago and some of them have errors I can't ignore anymore, so I will be updating as I correct chapters.

Halla's point of view

I looked at my leather bound journal, looking at the makeshift map I made before hesitantly looking up. 'Please let this be it, please please' I thought, peaking with one eye, but sadly there was nothing, but a bunch of trees and bushes. I groaned, "You can not be serious" I thought looking back down at my journal as I added another X to my hand-drawn map of Raven point. The map was covered in Xs and as I stared at the page I got so frustrated that I just scribbled all over the page before slamming my book close and placing it in my vest pocket.

"Oh the Gods hate me," I mumble to myself as I kick a rock out of my way. "Some people lose a knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!" I shout, hitting a branch that was in my way only to see it coming back at me. I ducked just missing the offending branch. I smile to myself "Ha" I say, only to be tripped by a large root sticking out of the grounds, falling straight onto my face.

"Ow" I said picking my self up and touching my knee only to feel something wet. I looked at my fingers and found them bloody. "Great just what I need. Dad is going to go crazy when he finds out that I've hurt myself." I say, shaking the blood off my fingers and glaring at the attacking tree that seemed out to get me.

I turned forward only to widen my eyes at the sight. The tree was broken in two the trunk snapped in half. The trunk had jagged edges and looked like something powerful just plowed right into it. "No it couldn't be this easy, right? I mean the god hate me…don't they?" I thought wondering if I really could be lucky.

I looked at the other half of the broken tree and slowly walked around it. Everything seemed to be quieting down, but my heart was ringing in my ear. 'Stop it don't get your hopes up.' I thought, slowing down my pace as I climb down the hill and than slowly climbing back up the other end of the hill. As I got closer I could hear some thing whining, they sounded so horrible like an animal in pain. Soon I saw something big and black, at first I thought it was a rock, but then I saw that it had wings and a tail.

I quickly flattened myself against the hill, my heart pounding even harder the echo in my ears the only thing I can hear, as my breath started to become ragged. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my heart and peaked over the top of the hill. It wasn't moving and it seems to still be tangled in the bola's ropes. The whining sound was coming from the motionless dragon. 'It seems safe' I thought, peeking a little higher.

I raised myself from behind my hiding spot and took a deep breath and climbed over the hill, only to hide behind a big rock for a moment to gather my thoughts. 'Ok, just relax. I can do this…It's a dragon, its just a dragon...a dragon that can breathe fire and maul me to death. It could kill me just like-' I shook my head 'this is not the time to be thinking about stuff like that' I thought and with one final breath I took out my dagger from my belt. 'Why I even carry this dagger when I don't even know how to use it is beyond me, but I guess this would be a good time to have it' I thought, trying to keep my hands from shaking. The dagger seemed foreign to me and it didn't seem right in my hands. I slowly made my way over to the Nigth Fury that still seemed unaware of my presence. 'Its dead' I thought, slowly moving forward.

"Whoa. I did it. Ohh I did it. This fixes everything!" I exclaimed dropping the dagger to my side as I brought my arms up in the air. "I have brought down this mighty beast!" I exclaimed walking over to the Night Fury and striking a pose as I placed my foot on one of his paws, only to have the dragon nudge me off. The force of the nudge made me stumble to the rock that I was previously hiding behind. I stuck the dagger in front of me straightening out my arms to stop them from shaking. I slowly walked over to the dragon that slowly started to move. I had to move around the dragons shoulder and condensed wings to look at its face.

Sure enough its eyes were open. 'It's eyes are so pretty' I thought, looking into the Night Fury's emerald cat like eyes. The pupils were narrowed, but the only thing I could see was fear, not a hint of anger at all. It didn't make any attempt to attack me or even fight against its trap…it had just given up, but it started to make those pain filled noises again.

I shook my head and I looked away from its face. I raised my dagger to my chest and widened my stance. "I'm gonna' kill you dragon," I said trying to gain as much confidence in my voice as possible. "I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father." I say taking a deep breath "I am a Viking… I'm a Viking!" I shout with more force than needed and for a moment I wasn't sure whether I was trying to convince the dragon or me that I was in fact a Viking.

I took a deep breath again and closed my eyes raising the knife over my head. I opened one of eyes and heard another whine. "Why doesn't it fight back…dragon are suppose to go down fight. They aren't suppose to give up. They aren't suppose to be helpless and vulnerable they aren't suppose to be this…this human." I thought shaking my head "No they are killers, devils of the sky. They killed mom. They destroy the village. They need to be stopped. They aren't human, they're devils."

The dragon looks at me with its eyes open as if trying to find something in me. I looked at his eyes and saw fear. 'No fear is a human emotion, they aren't capable of feeling.' I thought still staring into its eyes 'Why…why don't you fight back?' I close my eyes again and raise the dagger a little higher "I'm going to do it…I have to, if I kill this dragon than dad can stop treating me like a baby. I can be a true Viking and then people will stop ignoring me, they'll have to pay attention to me. I can finally be somebody…people will have to start respecting me they'll have to finally treat me like I'm somebody and not a useless piece of space."

I took another breath, but I just had to open my eyes one last time. I had to show myself that this was a dragon and not a human. I looked at the dragon once more, and it seemed to stare at me for a moment before resting its head as if it had finally made its peace and was ready to pass. It wasn't even going to try and live. "How could I a scrawny useless Viking break such a beast?" I thought, I shook my head, my eyes closed, the dagger rising a little higher. The dragon must have taken this as the end because it made one last whine.

"Uhhh" I shouted, 'I can do this…just think of everything they did to you. They killed mom they made dad the Stoick that he is. Because of my sheltered life nobody like me, they call me useless, but that will all change after this is over.' I take a deep breathe 'I watched as my mother was ripped from my arms and thrown in the air only to be set on fire. I had to hear the sickening crack of her body coming back down to earth. I have to be the smiling girl that doesn't cry because then mom would be sad in heaven and dad wouldn't know what to do with me…but those eyes they are so human. Its not right to blame this dragon for another dragons kills. It didn't kill my mother it hasn't done anything to me, but yet I crushed it.'

I let out a deep angry sigh and squatted down to my knees ruffling my hair with my hands the dagger still in hand. 'I can't do it,' I thought, ruffling my hair some more in frustration. After a moment of breathing I placed my head to my knees wrapping my arms around my knees, the dagger's blade placed against my thigh.

I reached out and tugged at the rope. It barely gave any leeway, it was so tight around the dragon that I couldn't fit two fingers underneath it. "I did this," I said out loud trying to keep the hiccup out of my voice. "For what… to be a Viking…to suddenly gain people respect people that don't care for me and hate my guts. I did this," I mumbled letting go of the rope. 'I know what I have to do.' I thought, pulling on the rope again and started cutting the rope.

As the ropes got looser and looser the dragon starts to whine again "I'm sorry so sorry that you had to suffer because of my ignorance, but its okay now I promise I won't hurt you." I said, slicing the last two ropes.

The moment the Night Fury was free I didn't have any time to think before it lunged at me. It shoved me to the ground up against the rock that I had hid behind, its paw on my neck and chest. I tried to grab as much air as I could before the dragon crushed me. I struggled under its hold trying to get it off of me, but it was to heavy so I gave up and decided to look into its eyes. 'If I'm going to die by a dragon I'm going to face it head on.' I thought, fearing just how bad this could go.

I watched, as the dragon seemed to be contemplating something its emotions flickering from anger to confusion and what I think was curiosity. It showed no fear any more, but why should it I'm the one that could be killed now. Its eyes still looked so human even though it was angry and I knew that I should be afraid, but I wasn't. 'Something is wrong with me for sure, but now I get to be with mom and I'm no longer a burden to the village and dad." I thought, giving another one of my sad smiles. 'Smile when you feel like crying, so that no one will see you sad so that no one will worry about you, so no one will leave you. No tears only smiles…for mom.' I thought, take a short breath due to the weight on my chest accepting my fate.

The dragon looked at me for a moment more, his wings expanded behind him; he stared to show off his teeth in a menacing way a loud growl following after. 'This is it, I'm finally going to see mom.' I waited for the intense heat, for the fire to burst out and kill me, but it never came. Instead the dragon leaped off my chest and slammed its paws down into the ground before unleashing a powerful screech right into my ear. It hurt like hell and all I could hear was a loud ringing. After a few minute he stopped screeching he took off into the forest flying, but something wasn't right…its flying was off. It was flapping its winging, but it was crashing into a rock cliff and some other trees. It seemed uneven in its flying. It was roaring as it left deeper into the forest. 'I must have hurt it more than I thought.' Eventually though it disappeared.

My ears were hurting and I had a huge headache, but I was thankful to be alive. I was thankful that I was still breathing. I slowly got up from the ground. Grabbing my dagger that had been easily knocked out of my hand when the dragon attacked. I was trying to take some deep breathes to calm my nerves, but I was taking to many short breaths as I stood up that I felt light headed along with my headache which made me a bit woozy. My knees were wobbly at best, but with the help of the rock I was able to stand. I tried to stand tall, but my chest and back hurt too much from the impact of the dragons attack. I stepped away from the rock planning on making it back to the village. However I got to about three steps when my legs finally gave out and darkness started to creep in.