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
"Remember a dragon will always…always go for the kill." The words that Gobber had said earlier were still ringing in my head. "So why didn't you?" I asked out loud as I was crouched to the ground, picking up the pieces of the bolas that had held the Night Fury about a day ago. I looked up scanning the area where the Night Fury had flown off. I jumped over a log and walked around a bit trying to figure out what exactly it was that I was looking for.
"Well this was a waste of time." I sighed. "That Night Fury would have taken off as soon as he could…but its flying was off I could have really hurt it." Again I sighed looking down.
When something caught my eye…it was black and somehow seemed familiar. I crouched down into the floor and saw that they were black scales…'could they be from the Night Fury? I mean it's to big to be from a normal reptile.' Picking one up to further examine it. It was amazing. It was so smooth and when it caught the light it seemed to shimmer a dark purple before flicking back to black. I wondered 'do all dragon's have scales as pretty as this.'
I looked up a little to see more scales on the floor, they seemed to be leading to a bunch of rock, but upon further observation there was a small opening. I walked up to the newly found entrance to see more black scales scattered around. I crouched down to see that it was the same scale. 'So it has to be around here somewhere?' I thought.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a frustrated growl and saw a huge black figure fly right in front of me. I ducked back into the entrance crashing into the walls before slowly creeping through the opening peeking my head out. I watched as I saw a huge black figure scaling the wall trying his best to climb out. 'I never even knew that this canyon was here,' I thought, watching as it kept trying to climb the walls, not yet noticing me. I watched as it fell and flew across the small lake inside this hidden cove.
I had to bite my lips to keep from gasping and lowered myself onto a lower platform of rocks, trying to make sure my clumsiness doesn't suddenly appear and I slide off the cliff and right into the dragon's line of vision.
I quickly took out my journal and began to sketch the never before seen dragon. I observed as he flapped his wings trying to fly out of the cove only to fall back onto the ground. I watched as it tried to fly again only to land and breathe a blue purple fire in a fit of frustration.
"Why don't you just fly away?" I asked out loud. That's when I noticed his tail fin was missing on one side so I smudged it off the page on my drawing. He tried to fly one last time, and for a moment I thought he would actually flying away this time, only to see him land on his side again. He whined just like when I found him trapped in the bola. He laid his wings down in defeat, his eyes narrowed.
His head suddenly perked up when he saw some fish in the lake. He took a few steps towards the pond and waited watching the fish in the water. After a little bit he ducked his head in the water trying to catch one, but they must have been to quick for him because when he surfaced he didn't have anything in his mouth.
"He must be hungry," I thought, looking down at my drawing feeling guilty. When suddenly my pencil fell out of my hand and rolled off the rock. 'So much for my clumsiness not getting me in trouble' I thought trying to quickly grab the damn writing utensil, but it was too quick for me.
I inwardly groaned as the dragon looked up when he heard the pencil hit the ground. He looked at the ground before looking up and his eyes landing on me. We both stared at each other for a moment.
'What is wrong with you? Why don't you leave…is it because you can't' I thought, tilting my head to the side. I assume that because he wasn't growling at me, he must have remembered me. I watched as a short moment after I turned my head he mimicked my movement.
I could see the suspicion and curiosity in his eyes as he turned his head probably having a few questions of his own about me. 'I couldn't just leave him here hungry can I?' I have to head back to the village soon, but I can't leave him hungry.
"Wait right there I'm gonna find you something to eat" I shouted, climbing out of the cove. What should I get a dragon…I mean I can't go to the village and grab anything, and I suck at hunting, but I do know where some berries are. 'Dragons eat meat not plants' I thought 'but it will have to do.'
I walked north for a while, before walking into a familiar clearing. 'Mom used to take me here to get berries she would always say that the berries here are the best.' I thought walking a little deeper into a cluster of trees. Soon it got so dense that I had to squeeze into the thick branches. 'They should be around here some where.' I thought, finally making it into another smaller clearing. "Found them." I mutter smiling in relief that I hadn't lost my way.
Inside this clearly were a couple of thick bushes growing against some large trees. These bushes have big bright red berries attached to it, but it also had large thorns that not only encircled the berried, but also the ground and trees close to it. "Just what I need blood berries" I tried to avoid as many thorns as I could on the ground taking off my vest pushing some thorny vines aside so I could kneel down. "Now here comes the hard part, picking them without cutting myself." I tried to pick as many berries as I could from the top avoiding the thorns, but there weren't that many. Soon I was picking deeper and deeper in to the bush, my hands being cut by the numerous thorns.
After my vest was filled with blood berries and my hands thoroughly cut and bleeding I made my way back to the cove. It was getting dark so I had to make this quick and race back to the village. I was carful to make sure I didn't drop any of the berries before I reached the hidden canyon.
Finally I arrived and carefully stepped onto the lower rock platform as before. The Night Fury was by the lake ducking its head in still trying to fish for its dinner. I wrapped one arm around my bundle of berries and used my other to climb down the steep walls of the cove wincing when dirt entered my cut hands.
The dragon turned around hearing my whine of pain. It didn't move and once I finally made it to the bottom of the wall I didn't either. We both just stared at each other and I couldn't help, but smile. 'All we seemed to be able to do with each other is stare…are we that odd to each other.' I thought, the smile must have confused the dragon because it tilted its head again.
"Sorry its just that nether of us know how to act with one another its kind of funny" I said, trying to keep from chuckling. I walked to the side keeping my eye on the dragon as I walked away from it. After I was sure I was at a safe distance to make it feel comfortable I placed my vest on the floor. The berries rolling all over the place, I rounded them up and placed them on the ground.
After I was done I placed my vest back on me and walked back to the base of the wall I had climbed. "The berries are called Blood berries they are suppose to be really good when it comes to healing the sick or the hurt." I said out loud, I raised my hand to scratch the back of my neck a habit I have when I'm nervousness only to see the blood on it and dropped it to me side. "Its also called Blood berries because you always bleed no matter what when you try to pick them. I know its not meat, but its all I can do for today." The dragon made no reply and I wasn't really expecting one. When it didn't move I sighed and started to climb the rock wall trying not to think about my cuts. After I was back at the entrance of the cove I waved goodbye and raced towards the village. I had to stop at home first and try to fix my hands before dinner.
Before I knew it, it was already dark with large grey thunderclouds overhead. I was able to reach my house just before it got completely dark. I arrived home and went to the bathroom. I looked towards the shelves trying to find some salve for my hands and some bandages. Luckily due to my overprotective father we have tons of salves, ointments, and other first aid supplies.
I placed the salve on my hands making sure to get the large cuts on my fingers and my split knuckled before bandaging them. It took a while because I had never really tried to use first aid on myself by myself before. After finding my work sufficient I went into my room and found some thin black gloves. 'This should cover my bandages,' I thought leaving my house to go down into the dining hall.
By the time I arrived at the dining hall it had already started to rain so by the time I finally reached the dining hall I was already soaking wet. As I walked inside I saw Gobber and the other teens discussing dragon training. 'Great just what I need to hear how I screwed up…again.' I thought, rolling my eyes.
"All right, where did Ash go wrong in the ring today?" asked Gobber standing behind the said teen.
"I mistimed my somersault dive, it was sloppy. It threw off my reverse tumble."
"Yeah, we noticed," said Ruffnut sarcastically.
"No, no. You were great. That was so 'Ash'" said Snotlout. 'Could he be anymore of a kiss ass I wondered' picking at my food.
"He's right," said Gobber, referring to Ash. "You have to be tough on yourselves."
I walked into the middle of the dinning hall towards the teens and Gobber. I saw that there was already a plate ready for me most likely made by Gobber. So I picked up the plate watching as Snotlout turned to face me his chest pushed out. It was hard to take him seriously with a black eye that I had given him. As I walked away I leaned into the table to grab a cup just as Snotlout moved over as if to block me from sitting down. 'Please like I'm going to try and sit down next to you, I thought, walking to the empty table across from the other teens. Gobber notices me sit down and asks, "Where did Halla go wrong?" I just shot Gobber a look 'I really didn't want to here this.'
"Uh, she showed up," said Ruffnut.
"She didn't get eaten," said Tuffnut. 'Yup I some how was able to screw that up about three times now if you count today's encounter with the Night Fury.' I thought, picking at my food
"She's never where she should be," said Ash looking over at me. I could almost feel his glare piercing right through me. 'What did I do to piss him off it wasn't like I was in his way' I thought, glancing at him.
"Thank you Ash. You need to live and breathe this stuff. The Dragon Manuel," Gobber whipped out an old book and dropped it in front of the other, "everything we know about every dragon we know of." Gobber than notices the thunder "huh no attacks tonight. Hurry up."
"Wait, you mean read?" Tuffnut asked, dropping the knife he was playing with on the table.
"While we're still alive?" Ruffnut added.
"Why read words when we could just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about," said Snotlout, slamming his fist into the table.
"Oh!" started Fishlegs, excited "I've read it like seven times. There's this water dragon that sprays boiling water at your face. And-and there's this other one that buries itself for like a-"
"Yeah, that sounds great. Now, there was a chance I was gonna read that…" Tuffnut interrupted.
"…But now?" Ruffnut finished, rolling her eyes.
Snotlout shots up. "You guys read- I'll go kill stuff."
Everyone, but Ash rose and headed for the door. I sat there wondering what I should do before walking over to Ash who was casually swirling his cup in his hand.
"So-so I guess we'll share?" I asked nervously.
"Read it." He said as he pushed the book towards me and started for the door.
"Hey" I shouted, fed up with his attitude "what's your problem?"
He didn't turn around, but I could see that his shoulders tensed. "You really want to know," he asks still not turning around "you were terrible in training today. Gobber may take it easy on you hell the whole village may take it easy on you because you're Stoick's precious little girl, but that doesn't mean I have to." He slowly turns around his face in a scowl "You shouldn't even be in dragon training."
I grounded my teeth in frustration "that's funny I don't remember asking people to take it easy on me and I especially don't remember asking to be Stoick's precious useless little girl" I snapped, my hands curling into fists at my side.
Ash didn't say anything he just watched me probably wanting to see if I had it in me to hit him. I maybe mad, but I'm not stupid. Hitting Snotlout was stupid, but I was running on pure instinct, hitting Ash would not end well for me.
"You don't need to" is all he said, before turning around and walking away.
'I can't believe I ever liked that guy…I am so over him' I thought, my teeth clenched in anger, completely overjoyed that I only had a small crush on him. Slightly happy that instead of getting a warm nervous feeling when I think about him I felt angry and frustrated. 'At least I don't have to worry about him being my babysitter anymore' I thought "but wait…if he wasn't looking at for me because of Stoick than why did he bother to stop and care…' finding these thought more confusing then helpful I decided to distract myself by reading the Dragon Manuel.
Eventually by this time nobody, but me was in the dining hall. So I brought over two candles and placed them on the table so I could read the all-knowing dragon book.
"Dragon Classification: Strike class- fear class- mystery class," I read out loud. Turning to the first page, which had a picture of a large round dragon with many rows of teeth and a long spiky tail. "The Thunder Drum. This reclusive dragon inhabits sea caves and dark tide-pools. When startled the Thunder Drum produces a concussive sound that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous, kill on sight." I turned the page.
On this page was a picture of a dragon that had its wings expanded the ends pointed its body nearly as long as its wingspan. It also showed it cutting some trees just by flying through them. "Timber Jack: This gigantic creature has razor sharp wings that can slice through full grown trees. Extremely dangerous, kill on sight." Next page.
This had a picture of a long dragon with a huge head and a big mouth. It also showed a picture of what it could do to a person even though the picture seemed to be a childish drawing. "Scaldron: Sprays scalding water at its victims. Extremely dangerous-" A boom of thunder scarred me out of my seat looking around the empty room, before I relaxed and turned back to the book reading the next page out loud.
"Change Wing: Even newly hatched dragons can spray acid. Kill on sight." I kept flipping the pages, recognizing some of the dragons, since some were common in raids and used in dragon training. I flipped past those to see other dragons "The Shrill, The Bone Knapper, the Whisper of Death…Burns its victims, parries its victims, chokes its victims, turns its victims inside out… okay, that's just plain gross…extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous, kill on sight, kill on sight, kill on sight…well I'm doomed." I muttered, flipping through more pages.
After quickly flipping through the other pages I came to the end, which was blank. "Night Fury. Speed: Unknown. Size: Unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself NEVER engage this dragon." Yah a little late on the warning there "Your only chance: hide and pray it doesn't find you."
I pulled out my journal from my jacket and opened to my sketch of the Night Fury placing it on top of the Dragon Manual. This creature was so dangerous, so lethal that a Viking would warn another Viking to hide from it rather than to fight it. 'But he isn't that bad he's like a big dog really.'
I didn't kill it on sight, but that could just be because I'm a useless Viking, but he didn't go for the kill either. So does that mean that we are both mess up in a way or does that mean that Vikings are just wrong about this dragon. I couldn't see the Vikings being wrong about a dragon, but I also couldn't see that dragon being dangerous. I closed my journal sticking it back in my vest and closing the Dragon Manual I knew what I had to do. I needed to know more about this Night Fury…and I was going to get that information one way or another.