Staraster-A How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction

Chapter 1~Mythical Mishap

I wanted a dragon as much as I wanted to live. Everyone else had already found theirs. Not I. I was positive I was the only fourteen year old on Berk who hadn't found their best friend yet. There was my younger sister, Melina, but she didn't count. She was back in the house probably doing nothing, which is what dragon-less people did.
I got judged, laughed at, and everyone's boasts about their fabulous "Deadly Nadders," or, "Gronckles." Did they think I couldn't even train one of those? I was waiting for my soul dragon-the one I knew would be mine. The one who's "soul reflected my own," as Valka had put it. I was starting to think it was like love at first sight-something people liked to believe in but in reality, it was a children's story written for annoying little kids like Gustav.
I fooled around on my friends' dragons, but always with their masters, and besides, I couldn't do that forever.
Not having a dragon was like not knowing how to read. I was going to have to pick a beast, even if I wasn't fond of them, sooner rather than later, or so my friends told me, though I didn't see the point of that.
I stared at the dark skies swamping the horizon on my right. The sun was supposed to be setting but I didn't think anyone could tell. On the other hand, hopefully the storm would bring a mob of Skrills. "Aye, Kyrra!" Sved called, appearing from around the side of his house. He wasn't silent anymore. "That's a blizzard that is!" A girl could dream. The day I didn't want a Skrill would be the day I died. The medium sized, agile dragon could shoot lightning, control it, store it-and ride it.
I had tried asking Hiccup to take me to where they had frozen the infamous "lone wolf" Skrill that had been dubbed Skrillvo, but he had declined. If I ever got a dragon, freeing that one would be the first thing I'd do. That was just cruel to imprison that beautiful beast, in my opinion.
Skrillvo was a dragon too, after all. Not some sheep.
It occurred to me suddenly that some blizzards had lightning, which meant Skrills could still be attracted.
I looked around. Berk was in chaos. Vikings had ditched their metal helmets everywhere and made for their houses. I took a moment to marvel at how they sparkled in the sparse rays. Hiccup and Toothless circled overhead, nervously eyeing the dark clouds. Toothless' dark wings spread through the windy air, bent to turn around and around. I heard the familiar orders coming from the Chief to take cover.
Hiccup had had it hard since Stoick, his father, (the old chief) had passed. I artfully braided my long blonde hair down my right shoulder and ducked inside my modest home. The wind was picking up, and my hair with it. The kitchen mirror rattled against the wall and I heard a thump outside.
My best friend Arrow dismounted his multicolored Rumblehorn and poked his head inside. He grinned, his light brown hair drifting over his pale, freckled skin. His blue eyes shone.
"Hey, Kyrra!" he said. "Let's go check it out!" The door blew open and he was framed in my doorway. Then it blew abruptly back, howling, and whipped him outside. I laughed and went after him, adjusting my smooth brown skirt and dark green tube top. I yanked my furry hood over my head and accepted Arrow's hand as he helped me aboard Bonecrusher.
I spotted Hiccup and his gang heading out to the storm to check for any dragons associated with it, on a storm watch. I held on tight to Arrow as the wind threatened to blow me off. He yelled something but I couldn't understand him. "I see Katana!" I yelled. Bonecrusher angled towards our ground borne friend and Arrow ushered her to borrow an Academy dragon.
Kat was my other best friend. She also exhibited pale skin and long brown hair but she had shifting green eyes. Katana quickly coaxed a blue and yellow Nadder out of a stall. We watched from above, the wind blowing Bonecrusher back and forth just a little. My friend flew up to us. Kat had turned 15 recently, just a little after Arrow, so I had meant it when I said I was the only 14 year old. However, Katana had recently leaked to me that her old dragon, a Nadder like this one, had been killed (and eaten) by a Death Song dragon-a dangerous dragon that lulled it's prey with a sweet melody.
Kat's borrowed dragon sqawked and cocked its head at Bonecrusher. He rumbled a greeting. "Let's go!" Arrow yelled and we trailed along the path the gang had taken. Bonecrusher's powerful wings beat against the wind with much effort while Kat's dragon soared easily; though she could not really control which way she went. The Nadder rocked back and forth unsteadily, towards us and away. I started to doubt our plan. "What is our plan anyway?" I muttered to myself.
My hood had blown back a while ago and I was freezing. The sea rebelled against the storm far below us and I watched it crash angrily, infuriated at the gods. We ascended slowly. I tucked my head in on Arrow's warm back, wondering if he was cold. Snow rested on my back and shoulders but it was commensalism; I didn't look up.
Cold mist latched onto me like a leech. Moaning wind was all around us and I regretted coming out here. And then finally, we were in the clouds. Snow was flying everyone and I couldn't see Katana. Thor, I couldn't see Bonecrusher's horns! Bonecrusher halted, disoriented. He shot a ball of fire to our left, illuminating Katana and nearly hitting her. I would've laughed if I wasn't like a cracking icicle.
I clutched Arrow tightly, nervous. Bonecrusher attempted to go over to Kat when suddenly we all heard the high pitched about-to-fire sound of the Night Fury.
A ball of purple plasma shot through the clouds, illuminating the silhouette of a quick shadow. "Hiccup and Toothless," I muttered to myself. I wondered if Arrow and Kat had seen. I waved my hand in Kat's face and pointed down, then did the same to Arrow. Arrow understood and we headed towards the wild sea. I shook, tasting snow on my tongue, and rubbed my nose. This wasn't the wisest choice of attire. My arms were icing over in a layer of permafrost.
Kat lingered, confused, but I felt her presence behind me. We would be in trouble if one of the dragon riders caught us out here, especially if it was to be the Chief. The Deadly Nadder Kat was riding shot a fireball past us. I figured she was blinded by the snow. "There!" I yelled, pointing downward as we left the low hanging clouds.
An icy mountain rose intimidatingly far below us, dominating the rest of its tiny island. As we glided down, I worried about how Melina was faring. This led me to be filled like a glass with thoughts of Mom and Dad. They had both died in the war against dragons long ago. I tried not to think about them much. Shivering, I focused on Arrow's warmth. But the shiver wasn't from the cold. I took in the thrill of the dive Arrow's Rumblehorn executed, but it was over almost as quickly as it had begun.
Kat landed less gracefully on my right, sending up snow. The Nadder squawked with its heavy landing, leaving deep footprints. We ducked out of the wind, under our dragons' wings and behind a snowdrift. Katana was breathing hard. Wordlessly, we squatted together under our little tent and hoped Hiccup wouldn't look down. Why would he, honestly. It was still very stormy, even on the ground. Just a tiny bit of sunlight remained.
My teeth chattered and the wind snuck through them. I pressed my barely warm tongue to the roof of my mouth. My nose was running and my ears and fingers felt dead. Almost immediately after we huddled, it happened.
We all heard a noise. Something flew by, seemingly as fast as Toothless, camouflaged in the sleeting snow. "What was that?!" Arrow whispered quietly, glancing at Kat with a worried face. Gothi's story of the Snow Wraith came back like a locked away memory. The dragon would likely be attracted to this storm, and could probably easily spot us with its thermal vision that outlined hot bodies in bright colors. I resolved to keep this information to myself, to avoid further panic.
I had a reputation for handling bad situations well. One could ask me about that and have Kat reference my many Capture The Flag adventures. Sadly, my friends cowered and shook helplessly, with both cold and fear.
A silent moment passed. My toes were numbing, my cheeks blushed, and all I could hear was the wind. I licked my lips, them stinging with chap. "Maybe we should fly away?" Kat squeaked, just loud enough to be heard. We ignored her. I inched forward, and one by one Arrow and Katana huddled alongside me, our boots crunching in the snow. I could see through the cracks of the edges of Bonecrusher's multi-colored wings the last light of the day, the last light before the storm completely took over, the last light I would ever see if I didn't do anything.
I had to do something-and there was a chance it would be crazy-if we were going to escape. An unearthly sound rang through the stormy air, closer than before.
It was undoubtedly the roar of a dragon only found in myths.