Reflections {A. Hofferson} {H. Haddock}

{Prolouge}

Alora Carvonoff is an only child. Her parents dying before they had more, her uncle and aunt taking her in. They never had any kids of their own, swearing up and down that all they needed was Alora, and nothing more.

It was no surprise she liked girls and guys, as her uncle and aunt supported her fully, not caring who she liked but as long as she was alive and treated well.

Like her family, Alora never had the urge to commit violence to dragon, to snotlout she could give him as many black eyes as she wanted, but when she saw a dragon all she wanted to do was scratch its belly and cuddle it. She just didn't have the dragon killing bones in her body.

It seemed like it was a family trait as her uncle and aunt taught her to run and hide rather than kill it. They taught her how to defend herself but never to commit the act first unless it was absolutely necessary.

Her aunt, Martha Carvonoff taught her how to use a bow and arrow, how to shoot with her eyes closed, using her other senses to detect her target. While her Uncle Sven taught her herbs and medicine, which plants could kill you or save your life.

They taught her how to survive in her own, needing nobody to hunt and kill for her, to relay on herself and her instincts.

She often snuck out of the house, from her bedroom window to go into the forest, with her bow and arrow and watch the sky's. Climbing up a mountain to get the perfect view of the moon, while the stars twinkled around it. It was her favorite time of the day.

Her best friend, Astrid Hofferson would sometimes join her, watching the moon and throwing her axe at trees if she ever got bored, which was rarely as the girls always loved each others presence.

The girls would often sleep in the grassy domain, cuddled up together without a care in the world, as Astrid's parents knew of Astrid was gone, then she was with the Carvonoff girl. They loved having her over for dinner, as her and Astrid acted the same in many ways.

Alora's aunt and uncle knew the girl was always with Astrid, both of them having a bet going on, on who Alora would end up with. As Alora often hung out with the chiefs son, Hiccup Haddock.

Her uncle bet that she would end up with Hiccup, the sweet and gentle heart nature of the boy would do Alora just right. While her aunt bet on her ending up with Astrid, as the girls always ran away together, coming back giggling in the middle of the night, or when Astrid spent the night, they would be cuddled up in Alora's bed, not a care in the world.

Sven always dreamed of being friends with a dragon, as he often loved the creatures, the habit passing on to his niece while his wife liked them but was more realistic as that would never happen.

Their family may be dysfunctional but Alora loved it. She knew deep down that they were her parents, and she couldn't ask for better ones.

But everything came into reality when the chiefs son did something no Viking thought of...