Httyd fan fiction 5th attempt

The young teen holds tightly to the Nadders neck. Brown hair almost invisible in the near pitch black darkness. The nadders Scales shine blue and pink in the moonlight, as it hovers over the currently sleeping town. "Ready to watch another attack?" the Nadder purrs directing the question at the teen on its back, as she cranes her neck to see the chaos that was about to occur.
"Me? Why wouldn't I be!" she exclaims, she pats the dragon gently on the back of its head, under its crown of spikes. A small whistle is heard as alone spine twirls its way down to the sleeping village. Nothing can be heard as it travels now, it's too far away. It sinks into the door of one of the funny little houses. The girl on the Nadder laughs, waiting for the little Vikings to awaken.
The dragons pull closer, just enough so that they are visible to the tiny looking Viking's below. The shapes of the four allocated breeds are outlined by moon shine and sketchy trees. The Gronkles, Naddders, Zipplebacks and Nightmares all waited.
"DRAGON ATTACK!" those words set off the whole thing. It sent Nadders spiralling down from every corner, they would go for the fish, down by the docks or in the store house. The Gronkles where defence, though on their retreat they would grab as much food as possible.
The brown haired girl on the Nadder laughed, seeing the whole thing from the air was amusing, she was safe, no Viking could throw that far, and they ran around like a nest or fireworms had just been spilled onto their cliffy home.
Zipplebacks, well they just swarmed the place, breaking down defences, blowing up homes. The Nightmares stole as many sheep and yaks as they could, seeing as they could carry more, and fly faster, due to their massive wing span.
The girl wore a sadistic grin on her face, be she was sacred, scared that if they didn't get enough food more dragons would die, more dragons would become food, or not have enough for themselves. It really worried her "And what do you do to help you fellow dragons?" a voice in her head asks yet again. Nothing. Silence.

The young Hiccup rushes through the streets, he had just awoken, and still he had almost been charred by a Nightmare, that literally came knocking on his door. Most of the fighting was to the left of the great hall, Hiccup thought that maybe, he could get to the forge, and avoid the chief, just maybe. He scampered through the crowd, orders and insults thrown at him like rotten fruit. Another few Vikings shove him to the side, rushing towards a bunch of Gronkles snatching buckets of fish, or the racks they were put to dry on.

"Hey, um. Blade?" The Nadder looks up the girl, for a second turning her attention away from the fight.
"What is it Wingless?" the blue dragon replies.
"When can I get down there to fight? I don't want it to be like this, me just watching as if it is a stupid game."
"No, don't even think about it. You're too young to be fighting the humans." Blade responds nodding towards the village. "Even if you could fight them, how would you get back? You can't fly!"
The girl sits back, defeated. She grabs her weapon strapping it to her hands, and pulling herself to her knees.
"I can't just sit back and do nothing, I'm old enough to look after myself." She spoke, before diving off the side of the dragon.

"Oh, come on. Let me out. Please? I need to make my mark." Hiccup hangs from the Viking males hook hand. Pleading his case.
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!" He jabs the boy with his fake limb, pushing him further into the forge.
"Please, just two minutes. I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better…I might even get a date!"
""You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, and you can't even throw one of these." A stereotypical Viking male lifts up a bola, and handing it to a waiting man outside of the forge.
"No, but this will throw it for me." Hiccup pats the top of a strange wooden machine. Sending a bola whizzing through the window to wrap itself around a Vikings face.
"See, this is what I'm talking about!"
"It's just a mild calibration issue.." The young Viking reasoned.
"Hiccup, if you ever want to get out there, to fight dragons. You've gotta stop, all. This." He gestured his hands towards the young, weak Viking.
"What? You just pointed to all of me?!" looking confused he stares at the much bigger male.
"Yep, that's it. Stop being all of you." That sentence sends them into an argument, unsurprisingly the older man wins. Leaving Hiccup to sharpen a sword, feeling a little deflated. He shrugs it off, pushing the blade of the sword to the spinning stone. He would show them, he could kill a dragon. Because that's the only thing that matters.

The brunette girl lands in the water, with a quietest of sounds. She forces her way to the surface, taking a desperate breath, determination on her face as she hauls herself to shore.
No more failures, she thought dully.
They won't know what hit them. She drags herself to her feet, a (stolen) axe strapped to her back, and her makeshift claws fastened to the leather gloves on her hands.

Another fire, and another explosion, the blond Viking girl thought. She was bored, every night for the past week they had been up dousing fires, even if there was no dragon attack, the twins seemed to make just enough work. Thank Thor that they were to be admitted into dragon training soon, finally the twins would have something else to fight. Rather than each other. Or the rest of the village. Throwing another bucket load of water onto the house she sighed, walking back to retrieve more liquid to quench the blaze. Astrid felt the dread growing, imagine if the twins never stopped blowing things up. She shook her head, no they would stop. Eventually.

The girl was now among those fighting. The demanding booming of voices droning almost all ears. The roars of dragons seemed to grow stronger, she weaved through the crowd, snatching fish and bread, shoving them in her leather bag. "Hey, Wingless. What are you doing down here, we told you to stay with Blade." A greenish looking Gronkle stated, scooping rocks into its overly large jaw.
"I know, but, I don't want to feel like I'm a hindrance." She shoves another fish into her bag. And continues to jog on. "I'm just doing my best to help out." She shouts behind her. Dashing blindly forwards. Aiming for the food storage that a bunch of Nadders were currently raiding. As she reached them the fires were starting to intensify, rising around her. Dragons falling like flies, bolas shooting through the flame lit air.
"Great." Mumbling she rushed to the closest trapped dragon, using her axe to sever the bonds of the rope. First fire, now trapped Nadders, she thought sighing. "Come on, get out of here." She tossed a dozen fish to the Nadder. The dragon shook the orange tipped spikes on its tail. And with a nod, the Nadder snatched the last cod, and spread its beautiful azure wings. Knocking over a few unfortunate Vikings in its take off attempt, the winged reptile stumbled through the sky, meeting with a few others on the way.
Suddenly, she ran. Dodging a few stray fireballs, and leaving the charred remains of the food storage building. Still on the move she slipped the axe back into the rope that held it to her back. Pulling a small dagger from her sleeve she smiled. This should be better from cutting rope. The teen told herself. "Now to help the Zipp-"She got cut off by a female voice.
"Who are you?"
The girl kept walking, forgetting the question. She approached a building, one of few that was still upright.
"I said, who are you?!" The blond who asked the question held a bucket of water in her hands. She had metal shoulder guards, split into sections to allow movement. She looked like a good fighter, the other brown haired teen didn't want to risk it.
Ok, what now? The brunette thought. Picking up pace. Urgh, Blade was right! I'm not ready to help in the raids. I'm just a useless human! She sighed, attempting once again to lose the irritating Viking girl.
"I'm no one important. Just leave me alone!" The girl yelled to her 'follower'. Taking a tight turn left, were she swore she saw the gas breathing head of a Zippleback materialise. A flick of a yellow tail trailed of behind the reptile, into another crowd of blood thirsty humans. Kicking the dirt in fury, the girl looked desperately for a place to hide. She settled with slipping behind a still full barrel of fish, hoping that no dragons would notice what they left.
"Hey?! Where are you?" The Viking girl yelled, anger and annoyance in her voice.

Hiccup, to his relief, was finally out of the forge, the strange bola firing contraption with him also.
He settled for waiting on a hill, waiting for the chance to change his life.

Where could that girl have gone?! The Viking girl had lost her a few minutes ago. It was just as if she had flown of. But she knew she couldn't off. "Hey?! Where are you?" She felt stupid for saying that, yelling to nothing. She had to think of her reputation. She was destined to be the best, to be the one that kills the Nightmare. She couldn't go around talking to air!
But she could find this girl. She had never seen her before, and as far as she knew, no new families had come to berk in her life time. So who was she?

She couldn't let the Viking girl find her, they would kill her, or make her say on Berk. Though she wasn't too sure which would be worse for her. She bought her knees to her chest. Making herself smaller, less noticeable. The dragons needed her, she needed them. And she had to get away. Her hand caught on a rock, or some shard of splinted metal. Leaving a small cut on her finger.
This day just gets better and better.

"Hey, Astrid? What are you doing?" Another teen approached her, also holding a bucket. It was one of the twins.
"I swear-" The blond, Astrid, couldn't finish. The other girl had grabbed her hand and dragged her away roughly. "I saw someone…someone I don't know." The other girl, Ruffnut, just laughed.
"Someone you like?" she teased, continuing to drag Astrid back the rest of the crew.
"What? No. A girl I have never seen before. She looked about our age." Astrid sighed, realising she had managed to spill the water all over her boots.

Think, think, think, and think. The brunette peered over the top of the barrel. The smell of fish making her hungry. Thanks to the Queen, most of them hadn't eaten in days. And with all of the training she had, she was starving.
That's it! He brain screamed to her. Fish, dragons are stealing food, fish is food.
She grabbed one of the slimy scaly creatures and tossed it as high as she could into the air. No dragons caught it. She tossed another, and then another. Before finally.
"Boo!" A low grumble erupted from behind her. Making the poor girl jump.
"Cinder! Don't you ever do that again." She punched the dragons shoulder. Right on one of her more purple patches. The dragon's long ears ran down its back, meeting with the start of her wings, the join was a metallic looking silver, mixed with an electrifyingly sharp violet.
"And don't you go jumping off of Nadders again, you scared Blade half to death!" The dragon scolded, moving its tail slowly behind it.
"Like I listen to you!" the girl laughed. The reptiles violet eyes met with hers, and it bared its teeth, growling viciously.
"Keera, you always listen to me. After all we are family."
The girl, Keera, leaped onto the coal coloured dragons back. Holding for dear life as the beast took off in a vertical climb at breakneck speed.

Hiccup launched the weapon, hearing the screech of the Nightfury as it fell to the ground.

/Just to say, i am really bad at updating, but the next update will be about three years into the future (not the real future, as in Berks future :P)

If you think i could improve my writing tell me. Well i mean i know there are soo many ways i could improve, but i need people to tell me, im no good at Picking things out. Also I have just turned 13, so obviously i can't write verry well. I know some 13 years olds that can write amazingly, but me...urm, no so much. anyway. hope this story didn't kill you. and i hope to update soon-ish :D THANKYOU FOR RREADING./