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Chapter One: The Downed Viking

The Viking tried to breathe. It was all he could focus on right now. The pain in his leg was blinding- he shut his eyes and struggled against the threatening blackness.

It was only a matter of time until the dragons found him. The smell of roasted flesh would give him away.

The mission he had been sent on by the Queen along with hundreds of other Vikings had been suicide. But it was die by her hand, or by the claws and fire of dragons. Apparently the dragons had been more appealing to him and now he was here, preparing to die.

His already ragged breathing hitched again when he heard it.

The beat of dragon wings.

He closed his eyes, and prepared to die, praying it wouldn't be too painful.

The Night Fury stared at his prey. It's leg trapped beneath a still- sizzling rock, it was still. It was one of those Viking warriors he had fired at. He studied it.

It was small. Small didn't even begin to describe it however. It was all bones. Only the scent of Viking on it's clothes told Toothless that this child was one of them. Toothless snorted. Vikings. The pests that constantly swarmed dragon homes, killing and destroying everything. They were just merely another annoyance Toothless had to put up with today.

He might as well put this one out of it's misery. Toothless summed up his fire and was about to release the plasma when he saw the little Vikings eyes upon him. They were big, and green, and scared. Toothless froze. This was strange. This viking was staring at him like a little hatchling, or a terrible Terror when they realized that they had annoyed a much larger dragon.

These eyes held the same fear that Toothless' recognized as his own: the fear that he had experience when he became one of the last Night Furies.

The frail human had shut it's eyes again, ready for the end.

And Toothless realized he couldn't kill it.

Out of all the Vikings that had died today, this one wouldn't.

With a fierce groan, the Night Fury pawed the rock off of the Vikings leg.

The Vikings eyes flew open, and either seconds it was sprinting away awkwardly, it's one leg bent strangely and probably painfully.

As Toothless flew off, returning back home, he wondered how long the little human would live. After all, on an island full of dangerous dragons, the Vikings survival rate was dwindling into single digits.

Sorry. Short chapter. I typed this up on my phone and in Notes it looks a lot longer haha. XD

Next one should be longer. Reviews would be so much appreciated I might die if you send me one. Heck, flame it :D