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.

Since it is my first FanFiction reviews would be nice, thanks enjoy

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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:

"Welcome to dragon training" said Gobber throwing open the steel gate to the arena and led the teenagers in. Ash, Snoutlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Fishlegs all walked into the arena heads held high as they looked around excitedly, turning around taking everything in about this day, after all this was an important turning point in their life. Everyone could feel the change that was going to take place after this.

"This is it, no turning back," Ash said out loud, the teens following his lead. However his tone showed just how confident he was in his skills.

"I hope I get some serious burns," said Tuffnut, still observing the arena.

"I'm hoping for some mauling," added Ruffnut, "like on my shoulder or lower back."

"Yeah," sighed Ash. "It's only fun if you get a scar." He says looking at the dragon doors. He was brushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes only to have them fall back into the same place they were before.

"No kidding, right?" I said, clearly not wanting to be here. I came in last still struggling to hold my axe right without it burying itself into my skin. "Pain. Love it," I said making sure that everyone could hear my sarcasm.

"Oh great," said Tuffnut. "Who let her in?"

"Does Chief Stoick know she's here?" Ruffnut asked, clearly not enjoying my presence.

"He knows. Now let's get started!" yelled Gobber, trying to take attention away from me seeing as how there is going to be a lot of attention on me until this training was over.

"The recruit who does the best will win the honor of killing their first dragon in front of the entire village." He said, motioning his hook prosthetic as if he was snapping a dragon's neck.

"Halla already killed a Night Fury so… does that disqualify her or…" asked Snotlout, laughing as the other joined in. The feeling of wanting to hit him came back full force, but I restrained myself due to the huge pressure coming from my shoulder. "Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?" They all laughed even harder and I just wanted to forget the deal I had made with Stoick and go home. I watched as everyone started to laugh except for Ash. He wasn't happy or sad, but a scowl was present on his face.

"Don't worry," said Gobber reassuringly, putting a hand on my shoulder as he led me into the center of the arena to stand with the other Viking teens. "You're small and weak. The dragons will see that in you and that'll make you less of a target. They'll go after the more Viking-like teens instead." Gobber said as he gently pushed me in line with the other teens after patting my shoulder again and started to walk towards the dragon doors. I tried to readjust my axe on my shoulder so that maybe I could actually use it. I tried to stand as tall and proud as I could to try and measure up to the real Viking kids standing next to me.

"Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight. The Deadly Nadder." He pointed to a large door that was moving, it sounded like someone was violently knocking.

"Speed 8, armor 16-" whisperes Fishlegs as he cuddled his weapons.

"The Hideous Zippleback," Gobber continued pointing at an even larger door that was bigger than the Deadly Nadder and appeared even sturdier than the dragon next to it.

"-11 stealth-times 2-"

"The Monstrous Nightmare." This dragon's door was thick metal and the largest of the dragon's doors. The Nightmare wasn't beating against its door like the others, but rather scratching its door pushing at it. I could picture it circling its cage its sharp claws scratching the door to find some sort of weakness. That's when the images of what a Monstrous Nightmare could really do started to play in my head. I had to close my eyes and remember to breath to banish those thoughts before I lost what little nerve I had to be here.

"-Fire-power 15-" 'Is this all this guy does' I thought, not looking at him while he mumbles to himself, after all everyone on the island knew that Fishleg was a bit of know it all when it came to dragons.

"The Terrible Terror." This dragon's door was large and had fewer safeties than the other dragons, but it had a smaller door at the left hand corner.

"-Attack 8, venom 12-"

"Would you stop that?" yelled Gobber, clearly already annoyed with his students. "And the Gronkle." He put his hand on the lever to open the door.

"Jaw strength 8," Fishlegs whispered to me. 'Okay and that is suppose to help me how,' I thought, as I give the boy next to me a strange look.

"Whoa, whoa, wait!" yelled Snotlout, not understanding Gobber's way of teaching. "Aren't you going to teach us first?"

I widened my stance and was trying to prepare for the dragon. Being Gobber's apprentice I know how he works he always says "I believe in learning on the job."

After telling the rest of the students his philosophy in teaching his hand pushed down the lever.

The minute the door opened the Gronkle burst into the arena. Each teen seemed to scatter as the Gronkle looked around the arena flapping its wings as fast as a hummingbird.

"Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead," said Gobber as the Gronkle crashed into the wall, swallowed some rocks that were on the floor and began to fly around the arena.

"Quick! What's the first thing you're going to need?"

"A doctor?" I suggested trying to keep an eye on the Gronkle

"Plus 5 speed?" guessed Fishlegs cradling his hammer again.

"A shield!" answered Ash confidently shifting his weight back and forth on his feet as if getting ready to run if need be.

"Shield! Go!" 'Of course Ash would be right' I thought trying to find the closest shield to me. Each teenager seemed to be scavenging for a shield.

"The most important piece of equipment is your shield! If you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield." He says coming over to me seeing as how I was struggling to grab and hold my shield while carrying my axe. Gobber lifted the shield off the ground and helped straightening me up before pushing me back into the arena with everyone else.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut ran for the shields only to grab the same shield that had fire and skulls painted on it. "Take your hands off my shield!" Tuffnut yelled tugging it towards himself.

"There's like a million shields!" his sister argues tugging it in her directions.

"Take that one; it has flowers on it. Girls like flowers." He replied gesturing to a different shield that was next to Ruffnut. 'Really they can't even stop fighting with each other when there is a dragon on the loose' I thought as I wanted to face palm myself at just how stupid these teens could be at times. Ruffnut managed to pull the shield from her brother's grasp and hit him on the head with it. "Ahh!" with that he said when he went down, but only for a second.

"Oops, now this one has blood on it." Tuffnut got up and again grabbed the shield as they continued to fight. Since they were both occupied with fighting over a shield they didn't see the Gronkle coming right at them.

"Look o-" before I could finish off my warning the Gronkle flew by and shot the shield they both pulled on, sending them spinning to the ground.

"Tuffnut! Ruffnut! You're out!" announced Gobber.

"What?" they asked, still not sure what had hit them.

"Those shields are good for another thing: noise. Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim." Soon the rest of us that were still in started to hit our shields with our weapons.

"All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronkle have?" questioned Gobber

"Five" guessed Snotlout

"No, six!" corrected Fishlegs raising his shield arm trying to grab people's attention to the right answer.

"Correct, six! That's one for each of you." The Gronkle turned itself towards Fishlegs and shot the shield right off his arm. Fishlegs looked at his arm for a minute until he let out a cry and took off running waving his arms in the air. "Fishlegs…out!"

There were fewer targets for the Gronkle to shot at which meant I was more likely to get hit now. After doing the math and not liking my odd I decided to take cover behind the weapon rack that was close to the wall.

"Halla, get in there!" Gobber shouted at me, already knowing that I was hiding without having to look for me.

I let out a deep breath and tried to build up as much confidence as I could to walk out into the arena. After a moment of "I can do this, I can do this" I walked out from my hiding spot only for the Gronkle to try and take a shot at me. 'Forget this, this is survival training…my survival depends on me hiding' I thought, as I ducked back behind the wooden boards.

I watched as Ash rolled across the arena and stood in front of Snotlout. Since the Gronkle was more interested in the moving object I took this as a good time to try and at least get out there.

"So I'm moving into my parent's basement. You should come by sometime to work out, you look like you work out." Snotlout complimented trying to impress Ash with his possessions. Ash was to busy focusing on the dragon that was closing in on them to hear him and he rolled away from Snotlout as the dragon took aim at them and shot Snotlout.

"Snolout! Yer done!"

Ash somehow ended up next to me now ducking behind his shield. I mimicked his movements seeing as how he seemed to know what he was doing. I wanted to say something to him, but I knew better than to become side tracked when a dragon is around so I kept my mouth shut watching the dragon and Ash. I could see Ash look at me from the corner of his eyes before he rolled away from me. I turned to face the Gronkle and realized I didn't have time to mimic Ash's move.

The Gronkle blast hit my shield and the force knocked my shield out of my hand as my axe went flying as well. However because the shield was not broken I guess I was still in, but now I didn't have anything to bloke an attack from the Gronkle. I watched as my shield started to roll away and started to chase after it.

"One shot left," Gobber announced. I kept running after my shield only to look over my shoulder and notice that the Gronkle had chosen to follow my rather than Ash. 'You lie Gobber' I thought as I ditched my shield and just tried to outrun the dragon.

The Gronkle followed and before I knew it the Gronkle had me pinned between itself and the rock wall…I was corned. The Gronkle opened his mouth and I could actually see the fireball that was going to end my life. The heat coming from his mouth was getting hotter and hotter. I tried to squeeze myself out of this situation, but found myself stuck.

"Halla!" Gobber shouted. He ran over to the Gronkle, stuck his hook hand into the dragon's mouth and pulled the Gronkle's head up so that its fireball wouldn't hit me. Instead it blasted the stonewall just above my head. The minute the Gronkles weight was taken off of me I sank to the floor my arms instinctively coming up to cover my face. When I didn't feel a fireball singe my face I peeked through my arms to see Gobber leading the Gronkle back to its cage talking to the dragon. "That six. Go back to bed you overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance don't you worry." He flung the dragon in its cage and closed the door, pushing the lever down to lock the cage.

He turned to face all of us. Each of us including Ash was out of breath from our first dragon lesson. Gobber helped me to stand up and placed a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't focus on anything, but the singed wall and think that that was meant for me…that could have been me. I brought up my finger to outline the hole that was missing. 'You would think by now I would be used to near death experiences by a dragon.' I thought, feeling the heat still coming off the wall.

"Remember a dragon will always…alwaysgo for the kill." He says turning serious as he turns to each student and than settling his gaze on me. After watching to see if the words had settled he walks out of the arena, followed by the rest of the teens. I picked up my axe and looked back at the damaged wall. 'If they always always go for the kill than why am I still alive' I thought, walking out of the arena still struggling with my axe.