I wanted to write a HTTYD story to publish for you guys for a while, so I found an odd angle to make one from. Enjoy!

I also am now a writer for LEG, League of Elite Gamers, and I'm doing a big project for a new HTTYD story for them now. It's a really big project, with lots of amazing writers from everywhere working on it. It's really a great story, and I'm having fun co-writing it. If you want to know more about LEG and the HTTYD story, talk to Bigs2013.

Now without further ado, my first HTTYD story! BTW, all rights belong to Dreamworks and all those people. Not me. That's a disclaimer so I don't get sued. Because I don't want to be sued. Anyway...

The last one. In all of existence. That's what they all say.

And it's lonely. And boring. And no one wants to be friends with the last Night Fury there is. It's just too much work. So you're a friend-less, social skill-less, fairly stupid dragon, wandering around and not knowing what to do.

Just hunt, and bring back. Barely eating. A girl's got to eat! All the fish goes to the alpha, who "protects" us. Like he'd do that if it ever came down to it. Because he wouldn't.

My Mom always told me to be myself, but I'm pretty boring. So, yeah. I wake up at dusk, fly out, find a sheep, bring it back, feed the alpha, and go find more sheep until nighttime. It's not exhausting at ALL.

So, I'm a lonely little girl Night Fury, the last known to everyone, just not knowing what to do with my life. I try to hang out with the group of other teenage dragons at our nest, but they always leave me out. Always!

There's the Monstrous Nightmare, who thinks he's the toughest Nightmare alive; the twin Zipplebacks who finish each other's sentences, they're always happy and goofy; the handsome, muscly Gronckle who has too many battle scars to count, and then the tiny Terror. He's… something. Okay, I've seen him try to eat an entire sheep whole, spoiler alert: it didn't work. These guys are really cool, but I never hang with them. If I wasn't totally shy and boring, they'd be my best friends.

But they aren't my friends. And I have no parents or family, species is going extinct. So, I decided that I had nothing to do in this nest. Usually if you were born at a nest, you'd stay there and carry on your bloodline. But for me, there's nobody to "carry on my bloodline" with, and there's no family to hold me here. So I'm going to leave.

I wake up one morning, and I sneak out of the cavern that I've lived in my whole life. It's like a giant hole in the ground was elevated and that's where a whole bunch of dragons decided to settle. Where I've lived for my whole life, the place where my parents raised me, where they died.

The Night Furies all were killed in their own homes. By the alphas of the nests. They decided one morning to kill every Night Fury in their sight. And there were a lot of Night Furies, including my parents. Every last Night Fury in a nest was killed, including my parents. But I was out hunting for my Mom. She asked me that morning to bring her a few big, juicy salmons. She said she would quick cook them and then we would split it, I'd get the biggest one. She always gave me the bigger one. My Dad was bigger, so he got his own salmon. My mom would make him get them himself. He would always complain as a joke, but then he'd go hunt with me and help me find a good place to fish. My Dad loved me too, he worked as hard as he could to appease the alpha with our family. He'd always make our daily minimum and then stop hunting for the alpha and hunt for us. He'd even play games with me, sometimes. I usually won because they were athletic games and he was getting older. My mom would tell me about her life, and she showed me how to cook meat. Humans were right, meat is much better cooked.

My family was small, but it was tight-knit. My parents loved each other as much as they loved me. And when they passed, I knew how to hunt and fend for myself, so I had to survive on my own. I was the one Night Fury at our nest, at any nest to survive. And I wasn't killed because I was a bit of a hybrid. And absent on killing morning. My dad is a bit pink, some other dragon, so I'm a bit pink dragon as well. It's on my left paw, and I lick it every morning before I go to bed to remember my parents, who loved me so much. I don't know what else I am, but I like it, because if you don't see the underside of my paw, I just look like a pure bred Night Fury. It's a nice camouflage.

The sneaking around isn't so bad, I have to make it from my little cave in the wall to the opening. Then I have to fly over the lip. Then I'm a free dragon, to do whatever I want to. I could go to another nest, or I could reside in a nice cave somewhere. That sounds nice, but I know what I am really leaving for.

To find another one, any other one. To find someone. They say it's impossible. Looks like I have my work cut out for me.