We used to live in fear of them. But we depended on them to to survive. Well, not really, but it just made life a whole lot easier.

Life of a dragon is hard, at least, it used to be. Not until that one day. That one day when the humans came to use with food, and didn't try to hurt us. Of course, in fear, we attacked them, but they did not attack back. I do not remember much of the time when Erica found me. I was little, and it was blurry. But then something happened. Erica returned from battle one day, and her knee was scraped. In an effort to help her, I just simply licked her wound, like I do to mine (her tongue is far too small to do it herself), and then after that, her words began to make more sense to me, and less blurred, and she started to understand me more. It was like our lives began connected, not like that it already wasn't.

I could always talk to other dragons, but they didn't really want to talk to me. I do not understand. Most of them just screech around all day. They never just stop and think, well, not long enough that I can finish a sentence. Training with Erica was always a thrill, but never an adventure.

Erica always takes me on walks through the woods. Most of the things I find entertaining are found here. Like squirrels, and rabbits, and deer; anything that is edible. Erica is so nice, but too modest. Whenever I offer to share, she always refuses, and claims that she is full. They girl is stick thin; she could use some more food. That's how most of my walks go, but this one was different.

Erica could tell something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what, exactly. And obviously, I couldn't tell her. It sounded like pain. It smelt like blood. It felt like despair. I needed to go find it out, but Erica demanded for an answer.

"Blue Fire, calm down", she said.

Pain, blood, despair!, was all I could think. My body was going in a rage. In fear that I might hurt Erica, I took off. But the last thing I thought was, I'll be back.

I remember Erica telling me the history of how humans and dragons became allies. I never paid attention though. Apparently, it started in a village called, Serk, Clerk? Something like that. The pain seemed to get worse as I got closer. I wasn't sure if it was because I was on the right path, or if it was getting worse. I flew for about two hours, although it wasn't a big deal for me. I've flown worse, with more weight put on me.

I finally reached a wood on another island. It smelt like dead fish (not that I had a problem with that). I heard growling in the distance. It sounded low and powerful. It scared me. I was a fairly small dragon compared with a regular dragon. The smell of blood drew me to a dead deer. It looked bitten in to. I looked around. There was no one around. Instead of approaching it, I sat up on my hind legs, and twitched my ear. If Erica was here, she would know what to do. Suddenly, I was slapped right off my pose. It felt more like scratch. All I saw was a black, almost like a branch just came and swatted me. It hurt, and I could see that it had ripped right through my scales. In pain. I attempted to get up, put this time, I was tackled. I tried squirming out of the hold, but every time I did, my cut hurt more and more. From the shock, my vision had gone a blur. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was looking at a pair of bright yellow ones right back.

I really hesitated in writing this, mostly because I got the idea from looking at the How To Train Your Dragon 2 trailer. It is out on YouTube, although it's just as helpful as Iron Man 3's trailer. But we do find out that Hiccup is probably around seventeen... and he can fly. Tell me in a review if you want another chapter, I really don't care if it's one person or fifty. I just want to make you happy:)