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, but have been modified for my story

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Halla's Dream

"Ouch…ow…ouch…mommy the bush pricked me again" younger me whined. I was in the forest again in the same place that I had picked berries for the dragons for the first time. I watched as younger me glared at the bush that pricked her and as my mother came over giggling to herself as she asked to see my hand. My mother kissed the pricked finger and picked one berry before squishing the juice over my finger. "Does that feel better?" my mother asked, blowing on the cut. "Yah, it doesn't hurt anymore how did you do that mommy." Younger me was fascinated by this discovery pulling her finger away from mother and examining it closer to her face. "These berries Halla have amazing healing properties that allows our healer to make great medicine, however because of the greatness of these berries they are the most difficult to pick." My mother says, picking up some more berries. I watched, as she never pricked herself as she picked these berries. "How come they don't hurt you mommy." Younger me asked, watching closely as mother reached deeper into the bush. "I have been picking these berries a long time Halla, my skin is to tough for these berries to prick." My mother looked at younger me and smiled, younger me smiled back just as happy. "Then I'll pick these berries to until my hand doesn't bleed…so I can be just like mommy." Younger me exclaimed. My mother just shook her head "No" younger me sat still titling her head to the side "No" my mother nodded "No." Younger me pouted, not understanding why our mother had said no to her "This world doesn't need another me, it needs you Halla. Each person in this world is meant to do great things whether they realize it or not. Each person is special and should try to find there own way to live in their lives, to not do so is a crime against the world. Halla it is okay to be different, it is okay to not follow in everyone else's vision for if we did that than nothing would change. The world would remain the same to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Do you understand Halla?" My mother spoke with such a calm voice, so understanding but yet stern. This is what my mother believed and this is what she tried to teach me, but I could tell by the look on younger me's face that she and at one point I did not understand. Her philosophy only seemed confuse younger me, "Does that mean that daddy is wrong? Daddy only follows the rules, so is daddy committing a crime?" My mother could only sigh "There is a time to follow tradition and a time when not to Halla sometimes" "-but if all they do is follow tradition because it's the right time aren't they still committing a crime." Younger me was near hysteria by this point "does that mean grandfather committed a crime and Gobber to does that mean that-" "Halla" "does that mean that everyone in the village is in trouble, but than-" "Halla" my mother shouted younger me shut her mouth and looked at mom. Before she sighed and placed her hand over my head "you are misunderstanding my point and working yourself into a frenzy." My mother leaned her head towards mine smiling "one day you'll understand what I'm talking about…and when that happens you'll be unstoppable." My mother finished a smile of her face. I couldn't keep watching this anymore.

I am so angry, I'm angry with myself for not being able to remember any of this. I'm angry because mom tried to teach me that being different was okay, but than Stoic…'Stoic tries to make me like everyone else. Stoic tries to make me a Viking he wants a warrior not a talking fish bone…Stoic will never stop trying to change me…he will never understand what mom was talking about because he can't listen to anything that isn't tradition. So the question is did he believe all these ideas at one time or did he lie to mom through out everything.'

My head was swirling with questions and I couldn't help, but think about when everything changed. When did Stoic start acting like a Viking rather than a dad? When did I start to forget everything mom tried to teach me? When did I forget about my aunt? Did I forget all this because of that night? Was it all because of that stupid mistake, my stupid mistake? As I ponder my stupid life, just like before the colors started to swirl and the forest disappeared with my mother's smiling face. "No…I want to wake up…wake up now Halla" As I shouted to myself to wake up as the new image were starting to appear. When I heard the roars of the dragon and

the feel of the flames I knew I wasn't going to wake up from this dream this time.

It was another dragon raid, but this one was going to be different. The buildings were getting burned down just like they always do, the screams of the Vikings in battle and the roar of the dragons were hanging in the air, the earth rumbled from the force of battle. As I looked around I saw younger me running down the streets between two burning buildings. This raid is one of the worse raids that had ever occurred in Berk, it was so bad that they called my mother out to fight. "Mommy…mommy where are you?" younger me shouted her voice being lost by the roars and the battle cries. She was carrying a blue blanket that had patches all over it just like the bunny I had just found, she had no shoes on, and tears were streaming down her face as she screamed for mom. The other Vikings were to busy dealing with the dragons to notice a little girl on the battlefield. "MOMMY" younger me shouted as a fireball just nearly missed her. Younger me was now screaming at the top of her lungs, as she ran blindly through the burning town.

"HALLA." Younger me stopped running searching for mom, I watched as she whipped her head back and forth until she found the direction of the yell. "MOMMY" now it was a time of relief or happiness. I watched as my mom came running through the crowd, arrows strapped to her back, her bow clutched in her hand. Mom was pushing through the crowd dodging Vikings and fireballs as she ran towards me. Younger me started running even harder her arms extended towards mother. Mother was so close to younger me. That was until we heard a screech in the air. "Night Fury" one Viking shouted, for a moment everyone stopped moving as a blue flame crashed down into the earth. Mom kept running, but looked up in the air. It wasn't long until she reached me and knelt down next to me. "Halla…Halla my baby." She said, hugging me until she pulled away. "What are you doing outside? I told you to stay inside?" My mother was looking around back and forth. "Come on Halla we are going home." My mother said, clutching me hand tightly. We were running through the streets now. That was until I saw a shadow swing in close and my mother grip loosen. My mother had stopped running to fire an arrow at the Monstrous Nightmare that had just landed a few feet in front of us. "Halla stand back" my mother says, drawing back her bow. The dragon roared launching at us while my mother fired her arrow. The dragon roared in aguish as my mother's arrow came in contact with its eye. The dragon stopped its purist as it swung its head roaring, fire erupting out of its mouth, before it charged again. My mother readied another arrow, when the dragon launched its tail at my mother. My mother dodged the tail scrunching to the floor, but the tail was just a distraction for the dragon lunged its mouth at mother. "MOMMY" younger me shouted, but her shout fell on death ear's as the dragon snapped its jaws around my mothers torso, but my mother did not scream she was a Viking. However nothing could stop the blood from coming from her mouth or her crushed torso. I watched as younger me cried out running towards mother until the dragon leaped into the air my mother still in his mouth. The dragon's tail swung back and hit me with enough force to through me a few feet. I remember and could see the blood trickling down my forehead my arms and legs scraped, but none of that mattered as younger me lifted her head watching as the dragon released my mother into the air. "Mommy" younger me whispered, she was struggling to stand up and in an instant the dragon opened its mouth and delivered the final blow. Red flames leaped out of the dragon's mouth and hungrily absorbed my mother body, and still my mother did not scream. Everything in this dream seemed to slow down as my mother fell from the skies. Younger's me was running towards the ball of fire that was about to crash into the earth. It wasn't long until mother's body hit the ground, but I never expected that her body would land in front of me. I never imagined that I would have to hear the crack of her broken body hitting the earth. I never imagined that I would watch my mother on fire. Younger me stared at my mother for what feels like eternity before looking around the ground for my fallen blanket. I found it a few feet away and ran to it, running back to my mother's side, trying to put out the fire. The blanket did nothing, but catch on fire and younger me tossed it to the side before it reached her hands. Soon younger me thoughts were echoing around me. 'Mommy you can't be gone…please come back mommy…I need you please don't leave me…. everyone needs you here with us, you can't leave...MOMMY PLEASE…stay with me…I need you.' Younger me was on her knees, her fist clenched, tears streaming down her dirt covered face, but nothing but whimpers and sobs came out. However younger me's thoughts were the only thing I could hear.

'Stop I don't want to watch any more I know what happened so why can't this dream just go away' I thought 'I will never forget that this happened so why…why do I keep having to see it…its my fault I know that…but does that mean I deserve to see this over and over again' I thought, watching as the sun starts to rise the dragons disappear and the Viking crowd around both my mother and I. I watched as Stoic marched over, by now my mothers body was still on fire, but not as intense. Stoic placed his pelt cape over my mother's body and the flame quickly diminished. Gobber was behind me, his arms around my shaking shoulders in a comforting hug. It wasn't until he tried to tug me away from my mother that I started thrashing. "NO…Gobber please…MOMMY PLEASE WAKE UP MOMMY" soon Gobber picked me up and dragged me away. "MOMMY."

RAAAWWWWWWWWWW. I jumped…my feet lifting themselves out of the pond my back almost painfully straight as I felt my shoulders and forearms constricted. My chest burned and I was gasping for air. My hands were clenched, but thanks to the gloves I didn't cause myself to bleed like other times. "Ruu" I looked to my left to see the Night Fury was cooing at me. Its eyes were wide with curiosity and worry. It touched my shoulder with its nose. Some how its coos and purrs were able to be heard over my heartbeat that was pounding in my head. I looked around and it finally sunk in that I was in the cove. The dragon again tapped my shoulder again. I swallowed the lump that was in my voice "I…'m ok..ay" my voice was shaky and it was horsed. The dragon just looked at me with its cat like eyes almost as if it was peering into my soul. It looked like it was able to see everything that I just dreamed about. "R..ea..lly I'm ok…ay" my voice still shook, but it seemed normal again "D…id y…ou eat." I peered over its shoulder and noticed that the basket and pile have been left untouched. I tucked my legs underneath myself and used all my will power to stand up. It didn't work out very well for my legs were still wobbly and I was swaying. As I fell forward the dragon placed its tail underneath my falling frame letting me use it as support. This had been as close to the dragon as I had ever been, and as I turned my head to the side I could see the missing tail fin at the end of the tail. 'That's right I'm not the only one in pain here. It seems I'm just a complete screw up in life.' I thought, straightening myself up, patting the tail as I finally found my footing. I took in a deep breath and smiled. "Come on why don't you eat something." Smiling I walked over to the pile of fish I had first threw out and motioned the dragon over. "Even when I'm around the dragon I still feel the need to smile." I thought, as the dragon slowly stalked over to me. It was still looking at me and I couldn't help, but wonder what the dragon thought of me.