How to Train Your Dragon: Change

Let Me Show You

Halvard and Astrid waited impatiently at the docks of the small Roman village. Their eyes were fixated on the sky. They stood there for sixty minutes until they saw the familiar black dot flying towards them. They smiled in relief as Hiccup and Luna flew in with the boat not far behind them.

"Este negru cu diavolul!," someone shouted in disbelief, "Spune Celsus! Ei spun adevarul!" {It is the black devil! Tell Celsus! They speak the truth!}

"Now, Toothless," Hiccup patted his uneasy dragon, "We need to convince these guys that we're friends. Don't scare them."

'Alright,' Toothless agreed, 'Just don't have me do to much. That Reaper's Death dragon took a lot out of me.' Toothless looked back at Hiccup, 'She's holding in a lot of hate. I could feel it.'

They landed and Hiccup and Luna slid off of Toothless. The villagers, mainly the women and children, backed up; their eyes on Toothless. Astrid ran over and nearly knocked over Hiccup. "Oh thank Thor," she cried, "I was starting to worry."

"Yeah well," Hiccup accepted her hug, "I think I might know what's going on here with that dragon."

"Poor thing," Halvard heard his daughter say quietly. Hiccup looked to Luna; he gave her a look that told her that he was ready. "Oamenii!," she called out to them, "Acest dragon vezi aici este o noapte de furie. Specia de dragon care a atacat satul dumneavoastră pentru cât timp nu a fost aici." {People! This dragon you see here is a Night Fury. The species of dragon that has attacked your village for as long as it has been here}

'My species has done what?' Toothless cocked his head in surprise.

"Dar te asigur," Luna continued, "Ca cea de aici ar fi visul de a te rani. Oricine doreste sa pas înainte de a-l?" {But I assure you that this one here would dream of hurting you. Anyone willing to step forward to touch him?}

The villagers all looked at each other; wondering who would dare walk up to the dragon that had killed so many of their friends and family. After a few minutes of silence a young boy stepped up; he looked to be about seven years old. He brushed away his brunette hair out of his eyes and slowly walked forward. He kept eye contact with Toothless; his brown eyes stared into Toothless' greenish-yellow eyes. He stopped just before the dragon and stood there; hesitant to reach up and touch Toothless.

"It's okay," Hiccup reassured him, "Just hole your hand out."

"Acesta's bine. Doar ţineţi mâna," Luna translated.

The boy sheepishly stretched out his hand. He didn't dare look away from the Night Fury. Toothless purred and looked at the hand. His mind went back to that day; so long ago it felt; when Hiccup first stretched out his hand. Despite the chill in the air Toothless could feel the warmth of that day; the day his life changed for the better. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and touched the boy's hand with his snout and crooned.

Any nervousness and uneasiness left the boy. He felt the warm scales of the dragon. The boy smiled; and Toothless opened his eyes. They weren't slit with anger like the ones the boy saw before; they docile and gentle. "Astfel destul de ochii verzi..." the boy said. {Such pretty green eyes...}

'Thank you,' Toothless smiled.

The boy jumped back. "Ea vorbea!" he shouted in disbelief, "Ea vorbea!" {It spoke!}

"Acesta's pentru că ai fost bun cu el," Luna explained to him, "Acesta's pentru că a venit la el cu pace şi încredere." {It's because you were kind to him. It's because you came to him with peace and trust.}