HI GUYS IM BAAACK and hopefully this story will be longer though the plot was kind of the last minute and I don't see any scenes which will happen in the future, im just gonna have to wing it

I do not own How to train your dragon nor tangled (sadly)

At this point I just had to give up and accept the hopelessness of the situation. The sun had almost risen to its zenith in the sky when I stopped near a clearing after running around lost in this maze of a forest. My bare feet throbbed and had blisters since it had seriously left my mind to put on a pair of shoes. The lace lining of the hem of my skirt was torn because it kept snagging into bushes and thorns. My hair though was my biggest problem. A train of golden locks snaked across and around trees, accumulating an astounding amount of twigs, leaves and dirt. I was tired and sweaty and on the brink of giving up. I knew this was a bad idea. I should have just listened to mother about not leaving the tower. I'm not going to survive a day here what with 70 feet of hair and a frying pan.

But then…

If I hadn't left that tower, I wouldn't be here by now on my way to the kingdom to see my beloved floating lanterns which will appear a night from now. Once a year ever since I was a child I always snuck out my room and opened the window to reveal a night sky painted with those floating lights. My mother always argued that they were stars, but I knew in my heart they weren't. Stars remained fixed in one position while these lights moved and danced and gave life to the night sky. Although why they appeared on my birthday and only on my birthday was the mystery I wanted to solve. It felt like they meant something; that they were meant for me. I vowed to see them one day and not just from the tower window but in person.

But now, well, that image seems to be fading quite fast since I have no clue where I am right now. I think a miracle is what I need to get out of this forest.

So while waiting for that big miracle to arrive and hit me in the face, I decided to just venture towards where the trees thinned out and revealed a cliff. Before I could even step into it there was a great beating that sounded like thunder. It sounded like it was beckoning thunder. Its thud echoed onto the ground and shook the air with an unimaginable force. So think about this; I have never stepped foot outside the tower till now and I'm pretty sure I know nothing of the outside world. So what does a small skinny young woman do when she hears a frightful sound like that?

I should have sprinted but my feet wouldn't let me move. So I crouched low behind the large rock, with one hand holding my frying pan and the other gripping the rock's mossy surface praying that this would last. Then with one last loud thudding sound everything went still. The air calmed and the leaves of the trees with it. Several seconds passed before I even had the courage to breathe, realizing I've been holding my breath. When I looked back a lump formed in my throat and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw the contrasting zigzag of golden hair behind me. Stupid.

Miracle it'd really be nice if you hit me in the face now.

Another minute passed before I heard a voice. My nerves and shaking prevented me from hearing clearly. When I finally calmed down and mustered the courage to actually stop shaking, I slowly got up, my legs and arms tensing and ready to take off if ever someone sees me.

"We've really gotta work on you solo gliding there bud." The voice said again. I have to get out here. But, who is he talking to? The person is definitely a boy but who is he with? I shouldn't have let my curiosity take over but it was so tempting to just stick my head out a little.

"Vikings and dragons. Enemies again." He said. Wait, Vikings? Dragons?

There was a soft thud and laughing but it didn't sound like human laughter. Aren't Vikings those people who raid and steal other people's lands? Aren't they killers? Aren't dragons killers as well? I was overcome by a new wave of panic and as I steadied myself I accidentally hit the rock with my pretty useless frying pan. It caused a really loud ringing sound which echoed through the trees. There was silence as I thought of a way to get out. I need to get out. So without even thinking it through, I ran.

My heart beat against its cage so hard that the whole forest seemed to hear its sound. Clutching my frying pan close to my chest I heaved and pushed my feet to go faster. I can hear the thundering sound looming over me, its shadow gliding across the trees. I'm going to die. They're going to catch me. They're going to cut off my hair. I'm going to die. Tears filled my eyes and I'm starting to slow down.

It happened so fast.

The darkness caught up on me and I accepted my fate but I still ran. Then as I did a sharp turn it slammed right on my face and I fell down, my legs crumbling, my frying pan flew from my grasp. This is it.

Surprisingly I didn't lose consciousness but my vision blurred and I began seeing red spots. As it adjusted to the sunlight I found myself face to face with it. My worst nightmare. It loomed over me, shadowing my crumbling body. In moments of riot and chaos your mind tends to focus on the small things. And as I watched this creature stare at me like dinner, my eyes searched it all over. Its dark body was hugged by scales that reflected the light. A scar was visible on its neck just stopping before where its wings are. Its slit eyes had a dark look.

Then in those moments when all hope seemed lost, an image of the lights appeared before me. I suddenly see it-the floating lanterns; the reason why I left my tower, the reason why I am here. And in that moment I decided that I will not accept this. I will not let this creature take away my dream.

Tensing my body, I slowly reached for my frying pan. With one last ounce of strength I swung it at the creature and quickly got up. But as I backed away I felt something move behind me. Not risking it, I swung the pan again at my possible captor and when it hit home, I heard him cry out in pain.

"Not today." I whispered harshly and for the third time that day, I ran for my life.

So how was it? Was it okay? It's so short ugh idk. But yeah poor hiccup haha
Peace out my cupcakes