I fly for what seems like forever, but in reality, only a week has gone by. I decide I have traveled far enough from my home and should find an island to land on.

It does not take long for me to find one. The island has a huge mountain in the center of it, and there are about two dozen dragons around that I can see. All the dragons that I can see are different. There are Gronkles, Zipplebacks, a Deadly Nadder or two, Monstrous Nightmares, and some I have not seen before

I decide to land and find myself a place on the island. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I am surrounded by some of the other dragons.

"What kind of dragon is it?" a Deadly Nadder asks.

"Skrill maybe?" a Nightmare guesses.

"I am a Night Fury," I state as I roll my eyes. Mother was right Monstrous Nightmares were stupid. This one couldn't even tell the difference between other dragons.

"Yeah, right," the Nadder replies. "You are too small to be a Night Fury."

"We should take it to the queen. She will know what kind of dragon it is," a Gronkle suggests.

Before I can protest, I am picked up from the ground and carried to the mountain.

I am dropped on a ledge and nearly fall into a massive hole. I quickly get my balance and back away. I look around for the queen dragon, but instead, I see thousands of dragons staring at me. I wonder why so many different dragons listen to just one. Do they not have their own queens to obey? My kind never had a queen. We just had the Great Elder, whom we obeyed. But all the other species of dragons had queens who could turn them into mindless monsters if she wished to do so.

My thoughts are interrupted by a voice reverberating in my head.

'Who are you?' the Voice demands. 'Why are you here?'

I cover my ears with my paws and shut my eyes as I back up toward a wall.

'Answer me!' the Voice ordered.

"Pukio," I whimper. "I am a Night Fury. I ran away from my home."

'Why have you invaded my island?' the Voice roars.

"I needed a place to rest," I reply as I open my eyes. My eyes widen when I see that a massive queen dragon is looking at me.

'You are puny. What could you offer me if I were to let you stay?' the Queen asks.

'It is a trap! Retreat! Retreat!' My mind screams at me, but my tired body does not listen. I need to rest. If I have to prove myself to do so, I will.

I stand up on my back legs and look around at the massive volcano. I need to hit something, but at the same time, not risk having the mountain collapse in on itself. I spot a wall behind the queen and fire a plasma blast with deadly accuracy.

All the dragons in the mountain watched as the wall crumbled and fell into the depths of the red pit. The queen stares at me and scowls. 'You are very accurate in your firing ability. Perhaps you can disable the humans' weapons while the other dragons steal their food for me.'

Now even my body wants to retreat. Why do the dragons steal from the humans? What wrong have the humans done? Is this what my dreams really meant? Am I supposed to help these dragons steal food from humans for a queen, who is clearly evil? Humans have to eat as well. I know this for a fact. My father once told me tales of how humans get their food.

I was tempted to question the queen about this, but I could hear the lapping of the waves as they hit the beach of the island and felt my eyes grow heavy. So I just nodded and agreed to destroy the human weapons.

It has been two years since I left home. I am now eight years of age, but still a youngling.

I have since found a home in a dragon's nest that is ruled by Red Death, or my queen. Once or twice a month, we raid a nearby island called 'Berk'.

Red Death has me destroy the big weapons while the other dragons steal the food.

This is not exactly like my dreams, but it is close enough to let my heart say that this is my destiny. My brain, though, says that my dream has not come full circle yet because I have yet to meet the boy with the weird legs. Every raid, I look for him but do not see him.

Six more years have passed, and I have a reputation as the most feared dragon in existence. I am feared among the humans because I am never seen and never miss what I am aiming for.

Earlier tonight, before I left for the raid, Red Death ordered me to bring her food, for the number of dragons in the nest was dwindling. Due to the humans killing more and more of us.

Now as I fly through the air destroying weapons, I am thinking of ways to leave the nest and not get caught doing so. Red Death has a hypnotic type hold on all the dragons in the nest. Her hold on me is weak because I am the first and only Night Fury to ever enter her nest. Because of my intelligence, she can not control me as well as she can the other dragons.

I am so distracted by my thoughts of escape that I do not see the ropes with metal balls attached come at me until it is too late.