Narrator POV
Y/n was a average size Viking for his age he is five but he doesn't talk much to stranger he only talked to the gang and hiccup. He has has h/c hair and e/c eye. His parents we killed in a raid by a house collapsing and fell on his parents last year he use to be a happy child but now the barely talks.
Y/n POV
I was walk through the woods when I saw I black and purple timberlack or something like that it was little around my age I hide so did the dragon I peeked around the tree and it did the same I slowly walked towards it that I saw it was scared like me I put my hand out to show that I wasn't a threat and it's touched my hand with its snout we both calmed down but I heard something behind me and turned around to see a wolf scouting for food it try to bite my but it was hit by I liquid that was on fire the wolf ran off I turned around to see the timber lack (I think) (A.N. I know it's a timberjack but your a five year old kid)(What the timberjack looks like)
You asked if the dragon was by him self "Are you alone" he nodded his head you were thinking about what to call him and lonewood came to mind and he liked it you found a cave in a cove and to told him to stay and he did. You went back to your house before dark you got there and went to the great hall and got some food you sat at the table in the dark corner where Viking sit if they want to be felt alone. You finished eating and you went to bed. Fear out
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