This is my first How To Train Your Dragon story. I own nothing, but Vera.

A small Island name Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It is also located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.

It's my village. In one word, strong and it's been here for seven generations…but, every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.

The only problems are…well, the pests. Most places have mice or mosquitoes, or even rats. We have...dragons. You would think we would leave. Most people would. Nope, not us. We're Vikings. We have…ah…stubbornness issues. My name's Vera. I was lucky when it came to being name. Viking parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

I was trying to keep up with Hiccup. Example A of the bad names.

Hiccup is my best friend. His father and mother took me in when I was a baby. My father was killed by a dragon and my mother died in child birth, so Hiccup's family took me.

A dragon shot a fire ball at the ground, causing Hiccup to fall. the only problem, an older and bigger Viking fall on him.

"ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!" Ack screamed in his face and then a happy morning.

"Mornin' Ack." I replied to the Viking as I helped Hiccup up. As we were running there were many questions and demands throwing towards Hiccup.

"What are you doing here?!" Hoark.

"Get inside!" Burnthair.

"What are you doin' out?" Crap didn't see that one.

"Get back inside!" Phlegma.

"Hiccup?!" Hiccup was picked up "What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" Stoick threw Hiccup out of the way. I grabbed his arm and yelled towards Stoick.

"Sorry Stoick, I'm trying to get him to the black smith." That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

I pushed Hiccup towards the door as he started to take off his fur vest. "Play nice!" I ran towards where I had to go. I met up with the rest of the teens. "Sorry had to make sure Hiccup, got to Gobber." The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands was Gobber. I use to been his apprentice when I was little. Well... littler.

"Alright, let's go!" Astrid, a blond hair, blue eye, female Viking. There's Fishlegs, Snotlout, and the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. We filled our buckets up and started to pour water over the fire. I had just refilled my bucket as I almost get hit with a bola. I fell, dumping the water all over me.

"Hiccup! I know that was you." I screamed in to the black smith.

"Sorry, Vera!" I grabbed my bucket and refilled it. I looked at all the dragons flying around.

A Deadly Nadder head is a tough one. It's tail has spikes along it, that it can shot out of it's tail. Gronckles are tough. Their tails are used to crushed stuff and their lava like fire to burn down stuff. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, one head breath gas the other lights it. And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-

"NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!" Someone yelled out, and I hit the ground. I was watching the sky. You could see a black sloshed flying around the air.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and... never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury.

After seeing that there was a Night Fury here, I ran to get Hiccup. "Hiccup?!" Gobber was changing his hand to an axe.

"Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there!" Oh yeah like Hiccup will actually stay here. He beings to run out but stops. Ho points at Hiccup.

"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." He almost runs into me. "Oh sorry, Vera. AHHHHHHHH!" I looked at him run, then looked at Hiccup. He was already begging me.

"Vera?" I hate when he gives me the puppy dog look. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Damn it…let's go." He grabbed his cart and ran out with me behind him.

"Hiccup, where are you going?!" A female Viking asked Hiccup. "Come back here!" She called to him when she couldn't grabbed him.

"Yeah, I know! Be right back!" Hiccup continues to push cart with the automated catapult on it. We started to run up hill. For a kid so small his is stronger then what most people think. Well in his legs. Hiccup sets up his bola catapult on an empty hill and looks around. "Come on. Gimme something to shoot at, gimme something to shoot at." We were looking around the night sky, hoping to catch the dragon. I looked over at Hiccup, then back up. My eyes catches on a shadow. Hiccup shoots, and a loud cry is heard as the shadow is seen plummeting down into a forest. "Oh, I hit it! YES! I HIT IT! Did anybody see that?" He turned towards me.

"I did." I smiled at him. He looked like he was going to saying thing but a Monstrous Nightmare shows up and crushes Hiccup's bola launcher. Hiccup looked at the dragon with a depressed face.

"Except for you." I grabbed Hiccup's arm and took off with him in tow. Hiccup let out a shrill cry as we ran.

Hiccup runs behind a torch pole, pulling me with him and hides, just as flames reach around the corner. After the flames stop coating the pole. Hiccup looks over the side to see where the Nightmare was. I felt some really hot breath on my neck. I turned and saw the Nightmare behind me, about to bite. I was predated for that to be the last thing I see but Stoick punches the beast, then jumps back to defend himself. The dragon tries to breathe fire, but coughs up a small amount of magma instead.

"You're all out." Stoick was fighting the dragon now. He punched and kicked it, until it tucked it's tail under it's self and flew away. Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know...

"Sorry, Dad." Hiccup looked down as he once again said sorry to his father. Hiccup is the only son of the Chief, Stoick. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." Stoick grabs Hiccup by the back of his shirt and drags him towards our house. I followed behind Hiccup. "It's not like the last few times, Dad! I mean, I really actually hit it! You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it-" Hiccup tried to explained to his father. Stoick dropped Hiccup and give him a father glare.

"STOP! Just... stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" I really hated when Stoick yells. He's really loud.

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" I hit Hiccup in the arm. This is not the time for jokes.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" See! "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?" He can you guys just like the way he dose them.

"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." I looked at Hiccup. Really a Dragon killer?

"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house. Make sure they gets there." Don't drag me in this. "I have his mess to clean up." Stoick can kind of be an ass to Hiccup. I warp my arm around his shoulders, to show him I'm still here.

"Quite the performance." Tuffnut snickered at Hiccup, and then looked at his sister, Ruffnut, laughing.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout was after Tuff. I really never like Snotlout. He truly is a bully.

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so…" Poor Hiccup. I got in Snotlout face.

"Lay off." I shoved him and ran to caught up to Hiccup.