Time Flies *editing* (How To Train Your Dragon)

{6} Who I Am

394 years ago

Cleo POV

"There you go! You guys have gotten good at this!" Gabi called out below. She was watching as we ran around in our dragon form. We finally got the hang of walking with one leg. It's alot harder then it sounds. Ok, and no it didnt take us 30 years to do it. At least, it didn't feel like it. Time here on Dragon Island moves weird. Like one minute it could be Christmas and the next minute it could be Christmas again. Except a different Christmas.

It just moves quickly here. Entire decades went by and I didnt even notice. At first it was cool, and Cloe and I kep track of how old we were. But by the time we hit 40, we didnt even care anymore. I mean, you don't walk up to people on the street and say "Im technically middle aged" like its a good thing.

Back to us training, its really weird. I mean, Ive always been right handed and Cloes always been left handed but this is alot harder than any writing assignments. We had to lean on each other and sprint with one leg......cause thats what normal people do, obviously. What? You dont? Well then, someones not living life to the fullest.

"Ready?" I whispered mentally to my sister.

"As I'll ever be," She muttered back. Oh yeah. By the way, dragons have like a mental link thing. It only works within clans though. So I have no idea what dragons from other islands are going on about. She took the first step/hop/thing and I followed after her. We only stumbled 6 times this time! Yay! You cannot touch us!

"Well it took you long enough, but I think you two are ready for flight." Grant said. We looked at each other kind of shocked. before back at him. I didn't think he'd want to teach us how to fly since.....well did you know that the green gas stuff Cloe breaths is flammable? Because I didnt.

She transformed us back, our wings wrapping around us instinctively. Our wings are kind of like cloaks. Theyre really big on our human forms and make us look like master ninjas. "You aren't kidding are you?"

"Nope. I think you two are ready." He replied. She turned to me excited and we high fived each other.

This is going to be awesome!, She told me. I nodded in anticipation. Walking sucked when you had wings. And now we can learn how to use them.

3rd Person POV

If you looked at all the people stuck in cages in the Berk arena, you'd think you were reading a cliche fan fiction. (Shut up, it was a joke) They appeared to be basically stereotypes. There was the hard headed but still compassionate leader figure. He wasn't really in charge but he liked trying to be. Also, he had an over exaggerated sense of pride. There are the twins who talk in sync, love to prank and can get on everyone's nerves very easily. There's the quiet brunette who loves nothing more than to cuddle up with a good book. And then you have the arrogant warrior who never runs from a fight. Something seems to set them apart from every other book/movie you've read/seen though. These people are dragons. Yeah, that could be a bit of a difference.

And mighty good ones too. Although a lot of them are young, they've fought their way to leadership positions amongst their clan. Now that's really not that big if you consider that they're only one clan in the overall pack. And one pack in the world. But it's still quite impressive. Their clan is currently ruled by a corrupt queen. But no one from the clan dared challenge one so powerful. Not even the only other rare breed. (Other clans can't interfere. It's not a law or anything, just more of an unspoken honor code. Someone'll explain it later.)

And now it seems that their only hope of a challenger is gone. Shot down in the night by someone who barely deserves to be called a Viking.

Anyone out there a voice asked through the mind link. It was the red headed warrior, asking lazily with little hope of a reply.