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 point of view

I don't know why my feet ran me here, I don't know why I was stupid enough to separate from Ash and follow a Monstrous Nightmare. I don't know why I followed a dragon, -let alone a dragon that sets itself on fire- to the dragon arena, but most importantly I don't know how the hell I get myself into these situations.

One minute I was with Ash trying my best to stay out of the way and still be helpful, and the next I was alone, my lungs burning, legs aching and standing in front of the dragon arena.

I took a deep breath trying my best to stay as quiet as possible as I crept closer and closer to the entrance of the arena.

I looked up to see that the top of the arena was busted, the chains broken and burned by a charging Nightmare that had set itself of fire as it was still flying. Some of the chains I could see that some of the chains that were still intact, where red and melting. By this time I was debating whether to enter the arena or not.

I could hear the Monstrous Nightmares roar and than pounding and more roars. Soon the roars were drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat and as I walked closer to see what was going on I had to suppress a gasp.

The Monstrous Nightmare was breaking down the doors to the dragon's cages.

It had already freed the Deadly Nadder, a Gronkle, and the Zippleback. It was working of the Terrible Terror, and the other Monstrous Nightmare. 'Some thing isn't right here, the dragon have never tried to free the captured ones before. They only come to Berk for the food…this raid…its not a normal raid.' I thought, thinking back to how I noticed that the dragons seem to be more in the village than on the outskirts where the farms were.

In typical dragon raid a group of dragons head to the village as a distraction while a larger herd heads to the farms with the livestock, however this raid the dragons all came to the village and than dispersed. 'What the hell is this raid about?' I thought peeking out when I heard the crash of the wooden door breaking. 'Only dragon left.'

As the Terrible Terror ran out of its cage, it stopped. That's when I noticed that all the dragons were staying put as well. Instead of flying off and participate in the raid, they were flying in place or held there ground watching the Nightmare that freedom them. 'Just what in Thor's name is going on' I thought, creeping out of my hiding spot to get a closer look. The dragons seemed hesitant, they seemed dare I say it afraid. It made my mind flash to Toothless.

With one final roar the Nightmare smashed the final door…and out came the Monstrous Nightmare. I watched as it walked out, its body low to the ground, but neck extended out. That's when the only sounds were the ones coming from the two Nightmares. It looked like the two were talking to each other. As I watched them, I noticed the differences in not only their appearances, but in there behavior.

The Nightmare that crashed into the arena was larger, its red seemed darker almost a dark maroon, its black spots seemed more like jagged lines, and its horns were massive, the tail was long and powerful as I watched it swoosh back in forth in what seemed like irritation. I couldn't see its face, but I could only imagine the sharp teeth it has and the intimidating eyes.

While the form caged Nightmares red seemed a little bit more faded the black seemed more like different size ovals than lines, the dragon was still massive, but smaller than its counterpart.

Based on their stances and snaps the larger one was the one in charge. It raised its neck imposing its dominance on the caged Nightmare. It snapped its mouth more and roared louder as the other Nightmare answered with whines and quieter snaps.

With a deaf defining roar the wild Nightmare launched itself onto the other Nightmare. Its jaws launched itself onto the other's neck, the caged Nightmare screeching in pain. The other dragons seemed to cringe at the sight of the Nightmares fighting, if you really could call it a fight.

It surprised me to see the cringe in the dragon. They all turned their heads away from the scenes. The Gronkle turning itself completely around, the Zippleback bowing both its head, the Deadly Nadder lowered its head to the ground shaking it a bit, and the Terrible Terror just whimpered brining its face to the dirt. The dragons were looking at anything, but the Nightmares. That's when I finally noticed just how small these dragons could be. As the screeches got louder and the blood started to cover the ground…I did something really stupid.

I had somehow grabbed a small hammer off the wall of the arena corridor…and like the idiot I am I had thrown it at the Wild Nightmare. 'Of course this would be the time I find unhidden strength' I thought, as I watch the Wild Nightmare relinquish its hold on the other Nightmares' throat and turn very slowly to face me. All the other dragons were by this point looking at me, and I cursed myself for not remembering that I was outnumbered five dragons to a talking fish bone.

My heart was again pounding in my ear, I was shaking, my hands were sweating, but as the Nightmare turned to face me. Everything stopped.

This wasn't just a Monstrous Nightmare

This wasn't just a dragon that was initiating a prison break

This wasn't just another dragon that confused me to no end…

No this dragon was a Monstrous Nightmare, that has a scar over its clouded right eye.

This Monstrous Nightmare that was standing a few feet away and getting closer was the Monstrous Nightmare that killed my mother.