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 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:

I'm not sure how long I stayed in my workshop doing anything to keep my mind busy. I started with detailed sketches of Toothless' tail fin and a design for my own riding gear. When I was sure I could add all that I could to the saddle sketches and getting another bundle of equipment and the sketches ready for the cove. After I ran out of ideas for the saddle and tail fin I started to work on the ammo for my slingshot. Again I wasn't sure how long I had been in here, but there was a knock on my door. I didn't bother answering it, but I stopped moving hoping that who ever was at the other end of the door would think no one was here and go away.

However I was not that lucky because who ever it was kept knocking. "Halla." I stiffened; I knew that voice, I didn't want to talk to the keeper of that voice. "Halla I know you're in their Gobber told me you locked yourself in here." Another long moment of not moving not breathing "I brought you some dinner." 'It was that late already.' I thought, still not daring to move. I could hear a sigh coming from the door. "Halla will you let me explain." His voice was pleading and a little bit desperate. "Please." Pause…another sigh…"I'll leave your food right here." I could hear the scrapping on the floor another silent pause before he started to walk away.

I wanted to ignore him I really did, but I couldn't help but think that I would want Stoick to let me explain myself. Before I could stop myself I was opening the door a quiet "wait" escaping my now dry mouth. He just stood there in the hallway not even looking at me. I picked up my food and drink that was on the floor and turned back around in the room. When I didn't hear him following me, I went back to the hallway and asked "Are you coming?" I didn't wait for him to come inside I went to my table and placed the food and cup on the desk, and stiffly sat down in the chair facing the door.

It took a moment, but after a long pause I could hear his footsteps and a shadow creeping forward. Until finally he was standing in front of my doorway looking unsure of whether to come in or not.

"This was a lot easier when I was sure you weren't gonna open the door." He said, slowly walking into the room closing the door behind him. For a moment we just stared at each other in silence. Well I stared at him and he looked around my room looking at everything, but me.

"I almost wasn't" I heard my self-say. I almost didn't realize I had spoken until he looked at me. He looked ashamed, but his eyes showed just how sad he was. It was almost the same look I got when I remember that night. "What I mean is that I know what it feels like when your not allowed to explain yourself so…"

"Doesn't make anything easier" he says with a sigh, he leans against the wall and slides down until he's sitting. "I don't like unnecessary killing if you don't eat it than don't kill it. " he says, his head bowed arms crossed. "My mother died when I was young nothing like getting killed by a dragon, but she died giving birth to my baby brother. His name was Gregory. My father was a merchant and when my mother died we started to travel with him because we had no one to stay with. We would sometimes travel by ship sometimes by foot. It was a hard life, but we were happy. Gregory loved going to new places always complained about getting there, but he always loved new places and reading that boy loved books even if he couldn't read all of them. One day we meet a traveling circus and decided that it would be safer to all travel together." His voice started to quiver and his body began to shake. "That's when everything went wrong."

This time he didn't look away. He stared at me his eyes cold and unmoving, his voice guarded with unknown resentment. "There are things out there Halla things like dragons only much worse." This time he looked at me his expression one of pain "Have you ever heard of a Skriker." I shook my head not trusting my voice when he is staring at me so intently. "A skriker is a very large black dog it was glowing eyes and makes squelching sounds. It known to walk beside or behind travelers, when you meet one you are suppose to stop and pray for it to good travel even give it some food in hopes that it brings good luck and safe passage. However to beat or kill a skriker would lead to death or disaster even ignore it could bring bad luck."

He gives out a dry laugh and shakes his head "Those idiots didn't listen to my father, they didn't listen to his advise even though we have dealt with skrikers before. Two men started to beat the skriker and when it ran away they chased after it exclaiming that its coat would make a lovely blanket and head an even better trophy. It wasn't long until they came back with the Skriker dead. They brought it back during dinner and tossed to the ground proud of their kill. Just as they were about to skin it the blood ozzed out of its skin darkening the ground its fur and bone turning to dust its glowing eyes burning bright until they to turned to dust. My father tried to pray for forgiveness, but it was to late the damage was done. No one understood what had happened and had dismissed it as unimportant. That was until the moon was high and the fire died. Something came from the shadows a pack of large dogs. It was ghosts of skriker coming to exact their revenge. They killed everyone." His voice was lower and shaking, his eyes dropped to the ground and arms tightened around himself.

"The skrikers' spirit killed all of the circus people, they killed my father, but the most painful death was the lose of my seven year old brother." I could tell that he was trying not to sob based on his shoulder's shaking. Before I knew it I was kneeling in front of him my hands placed on his arm. He stiffened for a moment, but after a while he relaxed. "They left me alive as I held my baby brother bleeding from his throat in my arm. I cried and screamed. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming out. He was scared and confused. He looked at me like I was suppose to save him…but…but I…I didn't." He was hyperventilating his breathing coming up short.

Without thinking I did the only thing I could, I hugged him. It was awkward and wired and I felt him stiffen again, but after a moment one of his arm wrapped itself around me and I said the only thing I could "It's not your fault."

He gave another bitter laugh "Yes it is I was his older brother I was suppose to protect him." I grabbed his face with both my hands making him look at me. For a moment I cringed his eyes were glassed over so close to crying, his lip quivering with guilt filled words.

Taking a deep breath I told him, what I wished anyone would tell me over and over again until I believe it "It is not your fault." He was about to say something else, but I covered his mouth with one of my hands "Please just listen to me." I begged "He was your brother and you love him, it hurts because you lost him right in front of you, but you have to believe that it's not your fault." With one of his arms he moved my hand from his mouth. He held my hand focusing more on my hand than my face.

"But it is, I don't know why the skriker let me go, but I should have died and Gregory should be here right now living, traveling," he gave a sad chuckle "he should be here trying to be your friend maybe he wouldn't have attacked you."

"I think I can understand why you did?" He looked at me his eyes hopeful, but doudtful.

"Your brother and father died because of someone else violence, unnecessary violence for something as simple as prided pelt. You were left alone, having to watch everything you care about change because of someone else's ignorance." As Gabriel closes his eye I knew that I had understood at least somewhat correctly. I could see a stray tear slid down his cheek, using my free hand I wiped it away since he was still holding my other hand.

"My mother died because of my ignorance," I said looking towards the side 'Toothless got hurt because of my ignorance to, so has Gobber and even Stoick.' "There was a dragon raid and my mother told me to stay inside, but I got scared and went outside to look for her. I distracted her and a dragon killed her dropped her from the sky lighting her on fire as she came down." This time it was my voice that was shaking. "She landed right in front of my feet on fire unmoving. I just started screaming. My dad went crazy looking for that dragon, he never trusted me to go outside again. You see that's why I have to kill that dragon because…because…I have to believe that it was the dragon's fault that she's died and not mine." I bit my lip trying to keep from sobbing myself.

With one arm still around me and the other still holding my hand, his grip tightened and the hand that he had in his was tugged as he placed it over his heart. "I don't want to kill any other dragon, but that one. I'm not a saint, I'm not perfect, I make mistakes, I am ignorant, but most important I am human I'm me. Even if others don't understand me I'm done trying to be something I'm not. So you don't have to worry so much Gabriel I can dress like a Viking, live like a Viking, even be friends with Vikings, but I will never be a Viking. I've accepted that, just like you need to accept that you're here for a reason."

"Its not that easy" he says his eyes still glassed over.

"Nothing worth doing ever is." I say a small smile on my face.

"How are you so smart?"

I though about it for a moment and for the first time in this conversation I gave a real smile "A friend taught me."

"A friend…do I get to meet this friend." He asked skeptical. I shake my head. "Ahh come on, " he whines.

"No" I say, "he's a special friend one that you will meet when I trust you."

"When not if" he says a small smile on his face, hope shining in his eyes.

I nod "when…when I trust you."

We both smiled at each other and for a moment he brings me in closer and gives me a proper hug whispering a "thank you" before tightening his grip on me and saying "I'm sorry I was just afraid that you would turn as ignorant as those circus fools and I coul-"

"Its alright" I interrupt "really I think I get it, but like I said you don't have to worry about me."

"Really" he says his voice laced with sarcasm "cause if I don't recall we met when you were facing three dragons alone no weapon. I think I have reason to worry."

I sigh trying to escape his hug, but he just tightens his grip. "Let go you ruined the moment with your usual attitude." He gave a quiet laugh that I felt rather than heard. He loosened his grip enough for me to look at his face, but not to stand up.

He looked at me for a moment ready to say something until a loud bang startled us. Gabriel let go of me, and I leapt to my feet jumping to the other side of the room. Soon the noise level started to increase. Gabriel's eye narrowed and he stood up looking at me before opening the door and stepping outside. I followed after him only to find all hell breaking loose outside.

Beside me Gabriel sighed muttering "Dragon raid."

I would like to know who the readers think should be the first person to find Alastor/Toothless and Scarlet. I have so many different ideas for each character that I can't decided which one to do, so I'd let to hear the readers choice.