So, I was listening to a song and some of the lyrics gave me an idea.

'What they don't know is

We got so much more than we show.

They only want us to think that they're stronger,

Now we don't have to pretend any longer.'

This story came from the idea. It's only a 4 chapter story and the chapters aren't all that long but I thought I'd put it out there for you guys to read. Let me know what you think.

I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.

Enjoy!

Legend says that a nation of people exist for Earth's protection. That in the past, these people, with inhuman abilities and dragons fighting at their side, rose up when Earth needed them most, when the people of Earth were in danger and could not save themselves. Legend says that they are still around, that they remain hidden, waiting for the day when Earth needs them again. On that day they will rise up to save humanity from destruction.

The teacher slammed the book shut making her students jump.

"Of course, this legend is exactly that, a legend. The fascinating thing is that this is a worldwide legend, told the same to children by parents all over the world. Of course, the idea of people with special abilities and dragons is just absurd."

A bell rang out loud and clear, the students becoming more alert at the sound. The teacher sighed.

"Your homework is to research the legend and write an essay about your findings. I don't care how long it is so long as it's more than one page."

The students groaned as they stood up, the sound of chairs scraping the floor filling the room. Chatter built until conversation was the only noise that filled the air. The teacher sat back down and watched as the teenagers all left her classroom one by one. The only one who said goodbye as he left was the auburn haired boy that always sat at the back of her class.

"Henry!" The auburn haired boy turned to look down the hallway outside the classroom as he heard his name. He caught sight of a blonde head and smiled to himself.

"Hi Astrid," he replied as the girl fell into step beside him and they walked the hallway together.

"I can't believe it's finally half term already," Astrid said happily shoving her last book in her bag as she walked.

"I know," Henry replied with a smile. "I'm really looking forward to all the time I have to sleep."

"You lazy idiot," Astrid laughed as she playfully punched her friend in the shoulder. He feigned being hurt and pouted which only made her laugh more.

They were quick to exit the school and soon enough they were outside the school gates.

"Freedom!" Astrid yelled out, passers-by on the street giving her annoyed looks as they passed. The two teenagers just laughed. No one could ruin their good moods.

"Oi! Useless!" Except for him.

Looking up the two saw that ahead of them stood Scott. Their personal tormenter.

"Come on Scott," Astrid groaned. "It's half term! Can't we leave this for today and just get on with our holidays?"

"But we won't see each other for over a week," Scott replied with a wicked smile on his face. "I want to enjoy this."

The two friends looked around to see that Scott's friends had blocked the way out. Scott stepped forwards and pushed Astrid into the wall. She was cushioned by the backpack on her back but she still grunted in pain.

"Come on Scott!" Henry called rushing to her side. "You know she has a bad back."

"What are you going to do about it, asthma boy?"

Henry's hand curled into a tight fist. He could punch him. So easily. It would break his nose. He wouldn't feel bad. Scott deserved it. But he couldn't. He had to keep up the act. His father would never forgive him if he stopped pretending just to punch a bully. His hand slowly uncurled as he glared at the boy in front of him.

"That's what I thought," Scott said. "Useless," he muttered. He pushed Henry onto the floor and kicked him in the side. Henry groaned but continued to glare from where he lay on the floor. "Since it's half term," he continued, "I'll be kind and leave you in one piece. But once school starts again, they'll be trying to figure out how to put you back together again when I'm done with you."

Scott walked away, his group of friends following him quickly. Astrid rushed to Henry's side to help him up off the floor.

"Are you ok?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," he replied brushing the dirt from his trousers. "What about you? Is your back ok? That would have hurt me let alone you with your spine problems."

"I'm ok," Astrid replied with a smile. "Come on. Let's go before he decides to come back and make things worse."

Henry nodded and the two soon reached Astrid's street. They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Henry carried on to his house, waving to his neighbour who stood outside feeding her cat.

"Afternoon Henry," she called to him with a friendly smile. "I hear it's half term now. I'm sure you're looking forward to the break."

"I really am," Henry smiled as he pulled out his keys and slotted them into the lock. "Have a good day Mrs Jones!"

He stepped inside the old townhouse and closed the door behind him putting the keys on the table and dropping his bag on the floor. Kicking off his shoes he headed straight for the sitting room and fell into his favourite armchair.

"So how was your day?"

Henry looked up to see his father, Steve, watching him from his seat on the other side of the room. The TV was on, rerunning a rugby match that the older man had missed. A black cat jumped up, curling up on Henry's stomach. He just groaned as he began to stroke the creature.

"That well, huh?"

"It was fine until Scott showed up," Henry muttered. The cat growled at the mention of Scott's name.

"What did he do to you this time?" Steve asked concerned.

"It doesn't bother me what he does to me," Henry replied sitting up in his chair, readjusting the cat so it was sitting comfortably in his arms. "I can take a hit. I'll live. It's Astrid that worries me. He pushed her into a wall. She already has a bad back. She doesn't need more pain than she already has. I just really want to give him a taste of his own medicine."

"I know, son," Steve nodded. "But you know what will happen if you do."

"They'll all see that I'm not normal, I know," Henry replied with a sigh. "I'm just tired of having to hide who I am all the time. I'm so much more than they think I am but I can't tell anyone."

"I know, son. Trust me, I understand exactly how you feel. But we need to stay hidden. Maybe one day you'll be able to show people who you really are, but today is not that day."

"I know, dad," Henry replied. The room fell silent, the only sound the TV playing quietly in the corner of the room. "We discussed the legend in school today," Henry spoke up after a few minutes had passed.

"Did you now?" Steve smiled as he spoke. "What did your teacher say?"

"That the idea that we exist is just absurd," he laughed. "I know it wouldn't be a good thing, but I hope a day comes when I can prove her wrong, just to see the look on her face."

Father and son both shared a laugh before settling into silent companionship as they watched the match playing on the TV, the cat purring in his sleep, both thinking a similar thought.

Would that day ever really come?