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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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.

Halla point of view:

As I scrambled to get inside the hut, I noticed that the teens were already sitting on the ground the elder's walking in slowly taking their seats at a high table. I walked in as quietly as I could sitting behind the group, hoping that my tardiness wouldn't be noticed. However I knew that I had been caught when elder Gothi smiled my way. I ducked my head in apology, but she did nothing other than scan the room. Gothi sat in the middle chair that was silently higher than the rest while elder Gil was on her right and elder Gris was on her left.

"So these are the future dragon hunter of Berk," exclaimed Gris a smirk on his face. "Well it's not the worst bunch we've had." He says chuckling.

I could tell that the comment ruffled a few egos Ash's in particular, but no one said anything thing.

"We understand the unusualness of this meeting, however due to recent events we feel that we should speak with all of you." Elder Gil said, he voice monotone and even.

"And which event would that be" I heard myself ask in a snippy tone. As soon as the question left my lips my eyes widened my hand slamming against my mouth. I tried not to show my discomfort, but it was hard when every one in the room was staring at you. I slowly removed my hand from my mouth and placed it in my lap trying desperately not to shrug my shoulders. Gris had his eyebrows arched a puzzled look on his face, while Gil remain neutral and I didn't dare look at Gothi.

After a moment of awkward silence Gil continued staring down at me "It isn't just one even, but rather numerous events " he wasn't glaring at me, but he was just staring at me like he was trying to find something. I watched as he stared at me before diverting his eyes to Gothi, but Gothi didn't look at him instead when I followed his line of sight I came eye to eye with Gothi. Her face was neutral, but her eyes showed that she was amused.

"We believe that it would be good for all of you to understand why dragon hunting is important to this village. To remind you what it truly means to be a Vikings." Gil kept explaining. "We have lived on Berk for seven generation, but before that we were forced from our homeland by invaders. At first we refused to leave our home fighting the invaders till the last man. We fought and fought until both sides had no choice, but to end the war in a draw. So many of us were lost. As the invaders limped back to their land, our home was to destroyed to repair and we set off to find a new home." As Gil spoke I couldn't help, but wonder where we could have come from before Berk. I mean was it warmer, was it more than just an island, was there dragons, were we happier there.

"The chief of the tribe" explained Gris is voice less soothing than Gil's, but just as loud "tried to rebuild his home, but the war was to much the land was infertile supplies to minimum and damaged to rebuild our homes. A bunch of savages those invaders were." He hissed venom dripping from his voice as if he was envisioning the war itself. "The chief placed everything that was still alive and undamaged in a boat and set sail to find a new home. It was said in three months of sailing with terrible storms and monsters at every turn they eventually found Berk. Here they settled and made a new home for ourselves. We remade our homes, families were happy and everything looked to be going well, until the dragon attacks."

"Our people feared the dragons," continued Gothi her voice soft, but a little scratchy. "But we refused to leave our home again, we refused to lose our home to another invader whether it be man or beast. The demons attacked and so did we. We grew stronger not only as an individual, but as a tribe we bonded together to protect our new home. We have lost so much in our fight with the dragons," Gothi said bowing her head the other elders mimicked her action, a moment of silent passing "But there deaths shall not be in vain" she exclaimed her voice raising slightly her eyes wide and intense "we train you young warriors not only to increase your strength, but in the hopes that one day this war can stop. We train you so that you will be able to protect your home your loved one. None of us can comprehend the misery of our ancestors when they had to leave there home, but none of us will ever feel what they felt. We shall not fail and we shall not lose to the dragons. This is our home and we shall protect it to our dying breaths." Gothi's volume had settled, but her tone was empowering and there was something about how she held herself when speaking that made her seem as tall as a Nightmare.

The atmosphere had shifted and I could tell that the teens were all riled up. The twins were practically jumping in there seat, Snoutlout grinning clenching and unclenching his fist as if ready for a fight, even Ash who was sitting proper had a smirk on his face his shoulders twitching in anticipation, and then there was Fishleg who was just sitting there fidgeting with his hands. After a moment Gothi continued scanning at each of our faces, before she stopped on mine. "This is the vow you make to the tribe when you become a Viking. " My breath catches in my throat gripping the fabric in my lap to stop my hands from shaking. "When you become a Viking the only thing that matters is the protection of our home, our tribe." Gothi continued to stare at me as Gil continued with the speech.

"We look forward to seeing the great things each and everyone of you will accomplish. May Odin bring you strength and luck in your training." Gothi closed her eyes and bowed her head. The other elders said nothing and Gobber open the door outside. Everyone began to get up Ash and Fishleg bowed their head while the twins and Snoutlout seemed to just mimic them last minute before exiting. I sat there for a moment staring at the elders, before standing up. I bowed my head and turned towards the door Gobber still by the entrance.

"Halla" came the monotone voice of Gil, I turn around slowly noticing that all the elders attention were on me, even though Gothi's eyes were closed I knew she was aware of her surroundings I watched as her eyes seemed to twitch. "The tribe needs a strong chief" he says and I raise my head looking at him wondering just where this is going. "Even if you are not chief that does not mean that you are not needed here for something other purpose." I heart skips a beat and my fist clench. I could hear the gasp coming from Gobber and his uneven steps thumping as he gets closer.

"Elders ple-" but I cut him off with my hand turning my head to give him a small smile showing him that I had this even though my heart was pounding in my chest. Gobber's shoulders sagged and he stood still.

"Elders I understand your concern, but let me one thing clear. I will do what I can to protect my tribe. Even though at times I feel more like an outsider than anything I will do everything in my power to do what I feel is right. If that means that I be passed as chief than so be it. I'm not disillusion, I know how people feel about me," my hands clenched at my side their words ringing in my head 'useless…troublesome…weak…fishbone…a waste of a life' for a moment I bowed my head before looking the elder in the eye "I accepted the fact I may not be chief." My voice was cold and even and without bowing my head I left the hut Gobber following behind me.

The teens were gone and I was grateful. "Lass…lass wait" I hear Gobber shout as he tried his best to run to me. I stopped my heart pounding and my fists shaking, it not like I didn't know people didn't want me as chief, but for an elder to…I ground my teeth…for an elder to think to say such things to believe that even without the title as chief or heir I would turn my back on my tribe. I let my fist so slack 'But isn't that what I'm doing, betraying them by helping dragons.' I thought feeling so confused. A hand on my shoulder startled me.

"Are you alright lass?" he asked giving my shoulder a squeeze.

I wanted to say yes I wanted to say yes and head back home, but I could hear myself say "No…no I'm not." I could feel my eyes get watery and the sobs coming on.

Gobber pulled me into a hug, doing his best not to crush me. "Its alright lass…the elder...they don't…" he was stuck on what to say, but that was okay I didn't go to Gobber for his words of comfort, but rather his support.

"Just because I don't become chief doesn't mean I will turn my back on them Gobber." I whisper trying to blink away the oncoming tears. "Just because…just because they think I'm weak and useless doesn't mean I will wish the tribe ill will." I shout a sob escaping me.

"I know lass, I know," he says patting my head. I look up at Gobber to see that he is almost just as sad as I am minus the tears of course Vikings don't cry. "You would never betray your tribe." That statement made something plunge into my heart. 'But I am' I thought looking down 'they aren't dangerous, they aren't the demons that people want them to be, but they don't care a dragon is a dragon and this tribe kills dragon. Even with the best intention I am betraying my tribe' I thought, another sob escaping my mouth.

I'm betraying Gobber, the teens, Gothi, even my own father by going to that cove, by saving Scarlet and helping the Nadder, by making that saddle, and the worse part of this betrayal is that I didn't care. I didn't care that if I was caught I would hurt Gobber maybe even my father I never even thought about what this could mean for them. I went slack in Gobbers arm. He pulls me apart to look at me.

"Are you alright lass" he looks at me and I can see the worry there the concern. I almost feel guilty and as I open my mouth I almost tell him everything, I almost tell him the truth, but the key word is almost. Using the last bit of control I have in my face muscle I smile and say, "I'm fine." I see something in Gobber face break, but before he can say anything I'm free of his hold shouting "I'll see you tomorrow" running towards my house.

Dragons weren't the real demons because a dragon hasn't betrayed the ones they loved, a dragon doesn't lie to someone that cares about them, a dragon doesn't betray tradition and not care about the consequence it will have on another. 'No dragons weren't demons at all.' I thought as I walked into my VIKING house, passing VIKING weapons, into my VIKING room. Although almost all of them are uncaring and mean have kept me alive for one reason or another and here I was betraying them without a single thought. As I looked back I can't remember ever thinking about what this could do to Gobber or even Stoick. I collapsed on the side of my bed curling next to it, the tears starting to trickle down my face as I thought of how selfish I was being, of the betrayal I was bring down on my tribe, but most of all I cried because even though I knew all of this I still didn't care, I still wasn't going to stop.

No the Vikings have it wrong dragons aren't the real demons.