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Hanna POV:

When I woke up, the sun was already setting. It took me a few minutes to remember what happened, and a few more to decide it wasn't a dream. After that I walked back to the village, it was already nighttime when I arrived. When I got into my house I saw dad by the fire, stirring the coals. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him and quietly went to my room.

Dad seemed oblivious to my presence. "Hanna." You know what they say, looks can be deceiving.

"Dad." I swallowed. "I-I have to speak with you dad."

"I need to speak with you to, dear."

I took a deep breath, it was now or never. "I've decided I don't want to fight dragons." Unfortunately, dad said something at the same time, which I didn't hear. It certainly had something to do with dragons though, I heard that part at least. "What?" We spoke in unison.

He tried to be polite. "You go first."

I figured that he wouldn't be so angry if I let him go first. "No, no, you go first."

"Alright, you get your wish. Dragon training, you start in the morning."

If I didn't know the gods hated me I did now. "Ooh, man. I should have gone first." I was panicking, I would have thought of better excuses to not fight dragons if I wasn't under pressure. "Because I was just thinking, we already have a surplus dragon fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread making Vikings, or small home repair Vikings-"

He cut me off. "You'll need this." As he said that he dropped a large axe in my arms, which almost made me lose my balance.

I tried getting my point through. "I don't want to fight dragons."

He started laughing, as if I just told him a joke. "Come on, yes you do!"

I tried to make it clear I was serious. "Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons."

He wasn't listening at all. "But you will kill dragons!"

He began to get on my nerves. "Can you not hear me?!"

"This is serious Hanna!" Again, I stopped talking due to the sheer volume of his voice. "When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of…this." As he said that he pointed in my general direction, as Gobber did earlier today.

I frowned again, and repeated what I said to Gobber. "You just gestured to all of me."

He ignored what I said. "Deal?"

I tried one more time. "This conversation is feeling pretty one-sided."

"Deal?!" He said a bit more forcefully.

I didn't have a choice, as if my opinion didn't matter to him. Then again, when did my opinion matter to him? I sighed. "Deal…"

My dad nodded, looking satisfied. He turned around and picked up a large sack. "Good." He looked at me. "Train hard. I'll be back. Probably."

"And I'll be here. Maybe." I said in a sad voice. The sad thing was, that was probably one of the longest and best conversations I had with my dad in years.

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Toothless POV:

I thought I was going to die, alone and afraid. The fearsome Night Fury, getting slaughtered by a human. But I lived. The human who came to kill me didn't kill me, she set me free. Out of instinct, I pounced on her. I wasn't going to kill her, just give her a scare.

But then I noticed something, I heard three hearts beating, one being my own of course. And I smelt something that I never smelt before, meaning that something must have been there with us. But when I listened for the extra heart I heard it coming out of the human, the strange scent also came from her. The scent seemed to be a mix between human and something else, something unknown.

I roared in her ear and took off, but crashed in a cove. I was confused as to why I crashed, but I noticed what was wrong. My left tailfin, it was…gone. I could never fly again. I looked around in the cove, seeing no way I could get out. Trapped and unable to fly ever again, I felt myself sinking in a pool of misery. In my sadness I didn't notice I was falling asleep until it was too late, thinking of the human who set me free. 'Why? Why didn't she kill me?'

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Hanna POV:

I didn't want to do this, I really didn't want to. But, as always when it comes with my dad's choices, my opinion didn't change a thing.

The teens in front of me, who haven't noticed me yet, were eager on the other hand. And Gobber, being Gobber, was cheerful. "Welcome to dragon training!"

I heard Austen speaking in a low voice. "No turning back."

Then Tuffnut spoke with excitement. "I hope I get some serious burns!"

Ruffnut responded to her twin. "I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back."

Austen nodded. "Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."

Seriously, why would anybody want that? "Yeah, no kidding right?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Pain, love it."

Tuffnut was the first to speak. "Great, who let her in?"

"Let's get started!" Gobber called out, preventing more nasty comments. "The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon, in front of the entire village!"

"Umm, Hanna already killed a Night Fury." That comment was made by Snotlout, smirking as he did so. "So does that disqualify her or something?" Him and the twins were laughing at his tasteless joke.

Tuffnut continued. "Can I transfer to the freakless class with the cool Vikings?"

We all continued to walk into the arena, a moment later Gobber came and pulled me from the group. "Don't worry." He whispered to me. "You're small and weak, that'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead."

I rolled my eyes and walked to my spot in the line, on the left of Fishlegs.

"Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight." Gobber proclaimed loudly. He then started to gesture each of the cages, speaking the name of dragon breed within. "The Deadly Nadder."

Fishlegs couldn't contain his excitement. "Speed eight, armor sixteen."

"The Hideous Zippleback."

"Eleven stealth, times two."

"The Monstrous Nightmare."

"Firepower fifteen."

"The Terrible Terror."

"Attack Eight, venom twelve."

"CAN YOU STOP THAT?!" Gobber got irritated with Fishlegs, and an irritated Gobber is a dangerous Gobber. He then walked over to the lever of the last cage. "And, the Gronckle."

"Jaw strength eight." I heard Fishlegs whisper.

Suddenly, catching on to what Gobber was doing, Snotlout yelled. "Whoa, wait! Aren't you going to teach us first?!"

Unfortunately, I knew Gobber better then that. "I believe in learning on the job." With that he pulled the lever, and the Gronckle got lose. "Today is about survival! If you get blasted, you're dead! Quick! What's the first thing you're going to need?!"

I guessed. "A doctor?"

"Plus five speed?" It sounded like Fishlegs was guessing to.

Austen answered. "A shield!"

Gobber responded. "Shield. Go!" At his command, we went to the pile of shields at the edge of the arena. I had a bit of trouble lifting my shield so Gobber helped me. "Your most important piece of equipment is your shield! If you got to make a choice between a sword or a shield, pick the shield!"

The twins both went for the only shield with flames and skulls on it and started to do a tug-of-war with it. Tuffnut was the first to speak. "Get your hands off my shield!"

Ruffnut responded. "There are like a million shields!"

Then Tuffnut said something idiotic. "Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers."

Ruffnut slammed the shield in the face of her twin. "Oops, now this one has blood on it!"

The Gronckle took aim at the twins, without them even noticing, and blasted the shield. Gobber called out. "Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out!"

They were both dazed and confused, both of them calling out at the same moment. "What?"

As the Gronckle was eating some rocks, Gobber called out again. "Those shields are good for another thing, noise! Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim!" We did as instructed, hammering against the shields with everything we had, causing the Gronckle to shake its head. "All dragons have a limited number of shots, how many does a Gronckle have?"

"Five?" It was not hard to guess that Snotlout was guessing.

"No, six!" Fishlegs on the other hand knew what he was saying.

Gobber praised Fishlegs slightly. "Correct, six. That's one for each of you!"

"I really don't think my parents would-" BAM Fishlegs was cut off in mid-sentence by the Gronckle.

"Fishlegs, out." When Gobber said that, he ran out of the arena with a scream. Unfortunately for me, Gobber spotted me in my hiding place. "Hanna, get in there!" I tried to get out, but jumped back in when the dragon nearly hit me.

From my hiding spot I could hear Snotlout talking to Austen. "So anyway, I'm moving into my parents' basement. You should come by sometime to work out. You look like you work out." If I didn't know that he just wanted to be friends with mister popular I would have thought he was gay. The only thing keeping me from saying that was that I heard him talking to Tuffnut once about woman…..I rather not repeat what I heard.

As the dragon shot at them Austen somersaulted out of the way with skill, while my cousin got his shield blasted away. Then I heard Gobber once more. "Snotlout, you're done!"

Austen and I were side by side, so I tried to make a conversation. "So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?"

Austen, being the rude Viking he is responded. "Nope. Just you." Then he ran away in front of me, just as I felt my shield being blasted from my hand.

I heard Gobber again. "One shot left!"

I started to run after my rolling shield, not noticing the Gronckle following me.

I heard Gobber once again, this time with worry in his voice. "Hanna!"

Turning my head, I saw the Gronckle and tripped. The dragon proceeded with pouncing me like the Night Fury did yesterday. This dragon however, didn't hesitate to attack me. Lucky for me, Gobber put his hook in its mouth, forcing it to fire just above my head.

"And that's six." Gobber announced. "Go back to bed you overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry!" Gobber then proceeded to put the dragon into the pen. After that was done he looked at all of us. "Remember, a dragon will always go for the kill."

That set me thinking.

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And that's another chapter done, not bad if I do say so myself. TheDoctor1998 here, signing out.