So, I said I wouldn't write another HTTYD story. I haven't. This is by love-how-to-train-your-dragon , so please review :)

A Dragons Tail

Prologue: Flying.

Flying through the air feels like nothing else in the world existed, the feel of the wind whistling past your wings, sound of the air travelling through your ears. But being a dragon that's what you get nearly every day. Or night I should say. Our mistress only allows me out at night, but I live for these moments. I think it's because I'm too noticeable in the day time. I'm as black as night. My species is one of the rarest in all the land. I am a...

Chapter 1

The Raid

I heard the sounds of an attack outside. I was itching to help, but my father told me to stay inside. I hated when he got all protective. He was mostly angry though. He always had wanted a boy. You could see it in his eyes when he talked about me. My name's Scarlet Tassack. Great name, I know but it's not the worst. Parents believe that a horrid name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like are charming Knight Demeanour wouldn't do that. I was named after the great Viking god Thor. I don't resemble him though.

The Kingdom where I live is three days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My kingdom in a word is sturdy. It's been here for 7 generations and yet every single building is new. We're a fishing and hunting Kingdom and we have charming views of the sunset. The only problems are the pests.

Most people have mice or mosquitoes; we have... Dragons.

Most people would leave. Not us, we're knights. We have stubbornness issues.

I've had enough of my father orders. I jump outside not caring if a dragon catches me. I have a job to do in the raids. I'm a black smith's apprentice; I know what you're going to say. No working women or children in the Middle Ages, but who cares! We're out here in the middle of nowhere!

I see knights flung everywhere. Some in the mouths of dragons, their armour torn to shreds by the dragon's razor sharp teeth and claws, others fight to put out fires. I was almost at the blacksmiths when a powerful set of hands grabbed me. I knew who this could be.

"Scarlet! What is she doing out again- what are you doing out? Get inside." He shouted. It was Stoick the Vast, king of, well, the kingdom. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon head clean off of its shoulders. He promptly picked a wagon and threw it at an Icebolt. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

"What have we got?" He asked a nearby knight.

"Boulder-breaths, Icebolts, Leatherbacks, oh and of course our Toxic Nightshade." He answered.

"Any Darkness Gliders?"

"None so far."

"Good."

I ran into the black smiths. My mentor, (or babysitter you could say) greets me with a friendly hello. Not really.

"Oh nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." He said

"What who me? No c'mon I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well they need tooth picks don't they?"

The Meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little, well littler. His Scottish accent makes it hard to even understand what he's saying.

Outside the king is ordering the knights to move to the lower defences and to counter attack with the catapults. I can hear screams that a building has been set on fire. See what I mean? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.

I open the black smith's shop window for the knights. Pile upon pile of bent and twisted metal that were once weapons landed on the sill. I hall them over to the fire, where a pile of coal sits, and heat it up. I hear someone outside the window. A bunch of teens run past with a water barrel.

"All right lets go." One of them says.

A chubby boy runs along with a bucket. Oh that Fishlegs. Another with an angry scowl and black hair, that's Snotlout. Three blond triplets, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And last of all, a blond boy chucks his bucket of water a small fire but as soon as it gets put out another fire ball lands just behind his back, it's Astrix! I've had a crush on him for like ever since I first saw him! (And that was a long time ago.) Oh their job is so much cooler. I try to see a little more but Gobber pulls me back in.

"Ohh c'mon I need to make my mark!" I say frustrated.

"Ohh you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places." He says as he puts me down. Was he using all of his strength? I doubt it.

"Please two minutes, I kill a dragon; my life will get intently better! I might even get a date." I say like all of those things are possible, which it's not.

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" he holds up a bola. Like those things are easy to throw they just get tangled in your arm. But luck was not on my side so a night grabbed the bola and threw it. Outside I herd a bang to say that it had probably downed a Boulder-Breath.

"Ok fine, but this will throw it for me." I said patting my invention which I had made. Then it unloaded itself and fired the already loaded bola at the nearest knight, he didn't have any armour on, so it knocked him out.

"See this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber roared.

"But-but mild calibration..." I started but Gobber interrupted.

"No –no Scarlet you need to stop all of... this." He said making weird hand movements. I realised what he meant.

"But you just pointed to all of me."

"Yes that's it, stop being all of you." He explained.

"Ohh you sir are playing a dangerous game, keeping this much raw knight-ness contained, there will be consequences!" I said sarcastically.

"I'll take my chances, sword, sharpened, now!" he shoved a heavy sword into my arms. I carried it over to the sharpener and started to sharpen it. I let my mind wonder about what dragon I could kill, because killing a dragon is everything around here.

An Icebolt head is sure to get me at least noticed. Boulder-breaths are tough; taking down one of those would defiantly get me a boyfriend. A Triple-headed Leatherback? Three heads, three times the status. And then there the Toxic Nightshade, only the best knights go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

I heard a commotion outside; I looked through the window as I worked. A group of Icebolts had found the sheep and were terrorizing them. Two Boulder-Breaths had eaten a couple of rack of smoking fish. A Leatherback exploded a house with its gassy fire.

Down at the catapults the king and a few knights had shot an Icebolt out of the sky.

"They've found the sheep!" a night shouted.

"Concentrate fire over the lower banks." The king shouted and moved the catapult tower.

A dark shape moved behind them. Below there was a fire, it was a Toxic Nightshade!

"Reload," the king shouted, "I'll take care of this." He mumbled the last few words to the dragon. He got out his hammer and started swinging it at the Nightshade. It was on fire so he had to be careful. Their flame was like lava.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon that no one ever seen we call it the...

"DARKNESS GLIDER!" someone shouted. The only thing that gave the glider away was the sound of it diving. It was a piercing shrill noise which meant that it was going to breathe fire very soon. It hit the catapult tower. Its blue flame exploded on impact. This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...

It shot fire at the catapult again.

Never misses. No one has ever killed a Darkness Glider, that's why I'm going to be the first. I walked over to the place where Gobber was standing.

"Man the fort Scarlet, they need me out there." He said, "Stay... Put... There, you know what I mean." he ran off (or hobbled, being with only one foot and one hand) shouting the war cry as he went. Now that he was out of my way, I could escape. I heard people behind me shouting.

"Yeah, be right back!" I shouted back.

I got my invention and ran over to the cliff edge. I opened the invention and waited. "Come on, come on, give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." I muttered to myself.

I heard roaring, it was the Darkness Glider. You could just see the silhouette of it in front of the stars. It began to dive. The creature shot once more at the destroyed catapult. As it glided away I shot at it. The force of the cannon pushed me back. I heard more roaring. The silhouette of the mighty dragon fell behind the hill we call Blue-Jay's beak.

I had done it! I was the first person ever to shoot down a Darkness Glider. "Oh I've done it! Did anybody see that!" I shouted victoriously. There was a crunching sound behind me. I turned around, my smile faded. It was the Toxic Nightshade. "Except for you." I said to it. Turned and fled. A scream escaped my lips. I didn't want to die! I had just shot down a Darkness Glider and this is what I get! Roasted to a crisp by a big dragon an eaten for breakfast.

I was approaching the centre of the kingdom. The very large torches that were used to light up the night were a perfect place to hide! I skidded behind it. The hot fire cascaded around me. I looked to my right. Little did I know that the dragon was going to take a big chunk out of me on me left side.

A figure jammed its jaws closed I looked to see who it was. It was Stoick the Vast! He had come to rescue me! The Nightshade roared and tried to spit fire, but all that came out was nothing. It looked very sheepish indeed.

"You're all out" Stoick muttered. He kicked it and punched it until it flew away. It did and then he turned to me. The torch I was hiding behind fell down. The dragon's fire had made it unstable.

I turned round to see it fall on the wooden path that led down to the docks. Whilst I was in danger the king and a couple of knights had captured three Icebolts under a net. The torch almost fell on the knights holding the Icebolts and they flew away taking other dragons and sheep with them. The sheep's useless bleating faded into the distance.

Oh and there's one more thing you need to know about me.

"Sorry," I said to the king, "Father."

Yes, I'm the Princess...

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