Storm has lived on Outcast Island all her life. She has always wanted to live up to her father's expectations, but to others she was always "the scrawny one" or "the weakling". She had always been a loner, and everyone knew it... Except, they were wrong. In a large cave in the middle of Outcast Island, lives a Female Night Fury named Lightning. But when she and Lightning go out for a Joy flight, a gale force blew them away from their home. They woke up on the Island of Berk, where she is found and imprisioned once it is found that she is from Outcast Island. But what happens when she meets the Hero of the Town, Hiccup?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.