I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, Tangled, or anything. Dreamworks and Disney, respectively, own them.


Cassandra woke up as the boat hit the back of her head. The swaying interior was silent, except for the snoring of other passengers inside. She glanced to her spot, where her father was still asleep.

She walked around the hold, careful not to wake up anyone, eventually making her way up the stairs and onto the deck.

The night breeze was chilly as it greeted Cassandra. To others, the wind would say to go back inside, but the girl found it refreshing as she went to the side of the bow. The smell of the sea was intoxicating, giving her a sense of adventure, but at the same time sorrow, telling her how far away she was.

How further away her home became with each rock of the ship.

"It may be for the best," Cassandra said to herself. She put a hand on her heart, recollecting her reasons for being here—a heavy subject.

"Cassandra?" came a voice from behind.

The girl snapped out of her thoughts as she turned to see her father, now awake. The man still had his cover with him as He walked up to her and covered his daughter. He leaned onto the bar, gazing out into the sea.

"This is something else. I got to admit," the man said to the horizon. "A chartered course into the unknown. A new beginning. Just the two of us."

"Yeah," Cassandra replied blankly.

She watched the waves hit the hull and retreat. It was almost unbelievable this trip was. She had left her home in search of herself and took this boat on an unexpected journey.

It was an expedition to the New Frontier, as they called it. An uncharted territory ripe for colonization and adventure, the latter Cassandra was looking forward to. After everything she's been through, the call to adventure was what she needed.

Or so she told herself.

But deep down, it was more than that.

The waves' music provided the perfect focus for Cassandra as she tried to drown out her thoughts. Her inner turmoil brought up again as it spoke.

You don't deserve this.

Its voice, a haunting curse, was soon drowned out by Cassandra's father. The man placed a hand on her shoulder as he guided her back to bed. The night hadn't peaked yet, and they still had plenty of time to sleep.


Cassandra found herself in a ruined, circular room. They were gray and covered in soot and debris. The sky, visible from the wreckage, was cloudy and dull. It seemed empty yet familiar, giving her a chill down her spine. She walked through the doorway and down the halls. With each step, the place became more and more familiar. Testing theories, the girl continued to walk down a mental map finding rooms and funr=rniture where she believed them to be.

"This is crazy," Cassandra said to herself. Her voice seemingly echoed in the halls despite the cavities in the walls.

The girl walked to a room with large doors still intact. She opens them to see a room with three thrones at the end. The chairs were shining in comparison to the rest of the room.

Standing in the middle was a woman in purple royal grabs with green eyes and brown hair. She faced Cassandra but made not a word, yet wore a smile.

Cassandra choked as tears fell. She about to properly speak when all of a sudden—

"We're under attack!"

"Flying demon!"

Soon, Cassandra's dreams were interrupted as yells and cries filled the air. She hears men shouting.

"Get everyone to safety! Get those cannons loaded!"

Cassandra, wasting no time, brought out her blade and rushes up to the deck.

"Cassandra, no!" Her father cried out. But she didn't hear him. The thrill of battle floods her ears.

On top, fires erupted on the surface. Cassandra saw crewmen frantically putting out the fires with buckets at a slow rate as others fought back against armed men decked with weapons of bone, stone, and metal.

The ship rocked violently as armed men rushed the deck. The girl locked blades with a man as she pushed back and delivered a slash across his arm. She grabbed him and tossed him overboard as she went at another. The girl was so caught up in this fight, one would have attacked her back had her father not blocked a blade with his own. The clang of another set of blades brought her out of her train of thought.

"Cassandra, help me out! We can't let these thugs reach the passengers," the father cried out as he pushed the man back. He was a fighter, but not as young as he once was.

Cassandra soon found herself at arms with another man as he charged her. While the situation was grim, the girl felt an adrenaline rush and grinned as she locked swords.

The man gave a predatory grin, eyeing her for a moment, but the girl returned it with a grin of her own as she swept his legs and tossed him overboard before slashing at another, taking off a hand. Or would've had there not been a metal hook instead.

The girl and man stared at each other blankly before Cassandra punched him with the hilt of her sword.

"Man, that was awkward," she commented before noticing the group surrounding them.

"This isn't good," the father said. He looked around to see other passengers surrounded by the armed ruffians as well.

Soon everyone was separated as a large space was made among the falling deck. A loud flapping could be heard as something came from the smoky sky. Everyone stared in horror as they saw something they'd never think to see.

A dragon.

There was only one, but it possessed a long serpentine-like body, with several short spines along its back ending in an ordinary pointed tail. Its wingspan is huge, and each wing had two hooks located in the middle of each wing on opposite ends, pointing in opposite directions.

Soon, a pair of clawed wings landed on deck. Cassandra turned to see a dragon with a man on top. He wore a colorful helmet, but his eyes could be seen with the maliciousness they held.

Cassandra choked. She had heard of dragons but wasn't sure they exist. There had been books and seeing, but never any proof. And right now, that would not stop her from defending herself.

She charged forward, screaming with fearful adrenaline. Her blade raised as high as she can. She threw down her attack, but half of it landed on the wooden deck.

The dragon retracted its extended, taloned wing as Cassandra gazed at her broken sword.

"Feisty one, ain'tcha?" The rider said. "You should do nicely, but it's time to get to business. Alight, you lot, time to get to work! Gather what remains!"

The man pulled up as the dragon took to the air. Its wings slashing the masts. The duo flew into the air as the invading men jumped off the sides, falling onto boats. The flying pair came back on its side.

Flying on the side, the fire-breathing reptile slashed the ship in half as it looped around and repeated its actions. The passengers and remaining crewmen scrambled towards whatever they had or could hold for safety.

Cassandra rushed to her father, but the slash from a wing intercepted her. She tripped, falling into the lower deck, and knocked unconscious.

The girl woke up adrift on a piece of wreckage. She could see nothing but debris as far as the eye could see. Her blade was gone, and she had no idea where she was. But that didn't matter to her. Only one thing did.

"Dad?" she called out.


It looks like Cassandra and her father's journey came to a rough start. I'll have a name for the former captain of the guard soon, but for now, enjoy and stay safe.