Hey this is my first shared story. Any constructive criticism is welcome.

(Update: I edited the first chapter due to reviews. I hope you like it better. If not tell me and I'll change it back.)

A hundred years ago there was the deadliest war ever known! A war where Vikings fought till their last limb! It was the war against dragons! Dragons raided villages and killed our people until we reached the point of extinction. We as Vikings are crazy, but there was one Viking that was the craziest of us all! Now this Viking was hardly a Viking at all. He was a scrawny boy, no more that sixteen. He couldn't even lift a sword or axe! That didn't stop him from doing something no Viking had ever done before, ride a dragon! Not just any dragon, but the deadliest of all the dragons. This dragon is said to be the offspring of lightning and death itself! The Night Fury! The boy and the dragon fought many wars together, including the war on the Great Evil. The Great Evil was the queen of all dragons. The Night Fury and his rider killed the Great Evil earning the trust and respect of all the Vikings, but not without loses. The rider lost his foot in the battle. Dragons then were accepted into Viking society. The world Vikings knew was now different. There was a chance, a war, a friend, and a victory all because of one boy. A boy whose name shall go down in history forever. Hiccup!

The bonfire let out a loud 'crack' when the old man finished his tale. It was dark out that the only light was that of the bonfire and moon. Around the bonfire sat wide-eyed children no more than ten. Off in the distance a dragon roared and the children coward. Well, almost all the children but a small red-headed girl. "Sir, what happened to the Night Fury?" She bounced on the log with excitement.

The old man rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Good question, Runa. The Night Fury's name was Toothless. He left Hiccup a while back to be with his mate." The boys in the group stuck their tongue out in disgust. "Toothless was never too far from Hiccup, just in case Hiccup needed his help."

The little red-headed girl, Runa, asked, "Has anyone ever ridden a Night Fury since Hiccup?"

The children argued for a minute, shouting things like "Duh!" The old man chuckled. "Settle down. The truth is Hiccup was the only one ever to a ridden a Night Fury. He did the impossible. The Night Fury is an untamable beast. While it may look tame, it is as wild and free as the wind. But there are rumors of another said to have ridden the Night Fury. It's getting late; you kids are probably too tired." The old man attempted to get up but the children's protests stopped him. He settled back down and prepared to tell another tale. "About eighteen years ago there was a fire!" The bonfire in everyone was gathered around seemed to spark and crackle with the story.

"It was a forest fire so big that it killed many people! In the center of the forest was a small cabin set away from the village. A family lived there and had a son. The flames burnt the place to the ground said to have killed everyone in the house. But that night after the fire was put out, a villager left a cavern. In the distance he spotted a Night Fury! In the beasts grasp was a baby. It is said that the Night Fury raised the baby as its own. Every few years a villiager sees an unexpected sight. Someone as dark as night, with the swiftness of a dragon, cunning of man, and the strength of an ox. A Wild Boy. As dark and dangerous as a Night Fury! He only comes out at night, forever lurking in the shadows of the mountains."

"Alright, that's enough story tellin'. I don't think parents want you to be givin' their kids nightmares." The old man fell off the chair at the sound of the girl's voice.

"Amora!" Runa exclaimed happily. The small red-headed girl wrapped her thin arms around Amora's legs. Amora was a short for a girl of sixteen. She had long brown hair with the occasional braid weaved in it and eyes as green as the deep forest.

"Hello Amora." The old man had perched himself back on the chair and was stoking the fire.

"Hello Cobbler." Amora greeted politely. "I've come to take Runa home." The old man nodded as a dismissal.

"Do I have to go?" Runa peered up at Amora with blue eyes.

"Yeah we do. Nasi is expecting us." The older girl replied, taking Runa's hand, leading her away from the bonfire.

Runa stomped her small foot angrily. "How come Nasi never picks me up herself?"

"Your sister is very busy." Amora looked sympathetically down at the nine year old.

Amora would never say it out loud but Runa was going to be a messed up kid. Amora loved her best friend, Nasi, but Nasi could be so neglectful of her little sister. Nasi and Runa didn't come from the best home. Their father was a drunk and their mother was never around. Amora hoped that Runa never heard her parents arguing, but Amora knew that Runa hears the yells every night despite Amora's wishful thinking. Of course Nasi wasn't all to blame. It was hard on her as well, for she was the only income of the house with her parents refusing to work. On top of that, she has been raising her little sister from the day Runa was born. Both the girls had it tough and Amora tried to help out anyway she could.

"Do you think the Wild Boy is out there?" Runa questioned curiously interrupting Amora from her thoughts.

"Why? What do you think kid?"

Runa looked thoughtful before answering. "I think it would be cool if he were real! I bet he could command every Night Fury. I think he would be the greatest super hero ever!" She smiled brightly at Amora. It was rare Amora saw a smile that wasn't fake on Runa's face. Amora knew she couldn't crush Runa's dreams of the Wild Boy.

"He could be." Amora mumbled for the sake of Runa. As the girls neared the house, Runa slipped her hand out of Amora's. Amora reached out and knocked on the door.

A sixteen year old girl answered the door with a distressed face. "You're late," scolded Nasi. Rune looked like a mini Nasi although neither sister would admit it.

"Bye Amora." Runa hugged Amora's legs before going inside without looking at her sister.

"That girl is so disrespectful!" A sound of annoyance rose from Nasi. "Sorry I couldn't pick her up. I was training all day." Nasi was a dragon trainer. She was known throughout the village as the best. Recently, she has been training harder in hopes of making a Night Fury her pet. Once a year, a lucky person gets to go up on the Dragon Mountain and use the whistle. The whistle was used to draw a certain kind of dragon to the whistler. If the dragon liked the whistler then it became the whistler's pet. That's why the mountain was named 'Dragon Mountain'. The whistle Nasi was hoping to use was the Night Fury's whistle. In two days, the chosen person to call the Night Fury will be revealed.

"So what was the old man tellin' stories about tonight?" Nasi's voice shook Amora from her thoughts.

"The Wild Boy."

Nasi made an annoyed noise. "You told Runa they weren't true, right?" She looked imploringly at Amora. Amora gave a guilty smile. "Oh, you're kidding me! You shouldn't let Runa believe those crazy stories are real!" Nasi snapped. "You're just letting her get her hopes up only to be disappointed!"

"At least she believes in something! She needs all the hope she can get to get through this life sane!" Amora bit back.

Nasi blew a lock of red hair out of her face."Fine. Let her believe. But expect to hear the 'I told you so' when she's disappointed."

"You really should hang out with your sister more." Amora's face clouded with pity for the little girl.

Nasi's face twisted in annoyance. Amora always mentions this. "Yeah right! I'm not the girl's mother. She needs to be tougher. I don't have to take care of her. She's my sister and a disrespectful brat. Why should I hang out with her? Why would I even want to be anywhere around her?" Nasi blue eyes flashed angrily.

Amora tried to protest. "Nasi-"

"No, I don't want to hear any of your crap." Nasi snapped. "You can just shut it. You don't know what it's like to have a sibling." As soon as the words were out of her mouth Nasi's face clouded with remorse. "Amora, I-"

"No don't worry about it. I got to get home anyway." Without waiting for Nasi's response, Amora headed home leaving Nasi to stare after her with guilt.

It was common knowledge that was often forgotten. Once, Amora did have siblings. She had two older brothers that were handsome, brave, and strong. They were respected throughout the village. Her eldest brother fell in love with a local girl. They were doomed from the beginning because the girl was born sick and destined to die. When she died, Amora's brother went insane and eventually drowned himself to be with his love. Amora's other brother was on a ship when foreigners attacked him. He was killed and his body lost at sea. To this day, she feared the sea. No, Amora didn't have siblings. Not anymore.

That night Amora fell asleep to her father's loud snores, thinking. Maybe, just maybe. We all needed to be a bit more like Runa. Amora dreamt of a Wild Boy with eyes as dark as night swooping in to save her from her fears. Maybe that's what this village needs. A Wild Boy and his army of Night Furys.

What do you think? I'll try to update the next chapter soon.