User blog:NightFuryLover31/Toothless' Point-of-View: What Flies Beneath

An Old Foe
One night on Berk I had woken up to a sound. A familiar sound that I had not heard for many years. It couldn't be, could it?

The next day, there was a giant hole in the plaza. I knew who made it. It was a dragon I had met a long time ago. Bucket was in the tunnel and then was suddenly pushed out. This dragon was looking for me. I jumped into the tunnel to find him. What I didn't realise is that he soon emerged from his hole; the Whispering Death! By the time I had gotten back up, the other dragons were about to face him. I told them to back off. My old wild nature had overtaken me. The Whispering Death glared at me, and then striked. He was avoiding my shots, so I had decided to fly. In the moment of facing my old foe, I had forgotten that I can't without Hiccup.

"Looks like you have gone soft, my enemy," The dragon hissed.

Hiccup tried to get on my back, but I pushed him aside. This was my fight. The Whispering Death then shot a spike into my back leg. When Gobber hit him with the catapults, the dragon burrowed away. When he was gone and I saw Hiccup, I calmed down. I let him take the spike out of my leg, but I couldn't relax. The Whispering Death had found me after all these years.

The Search
Later that night, Hiccup was treating my injury. I was still on edge from this morning. Stoick came up to check on me, and was sure that the dragon wouldn't come back. After Hiccup finished, I layed down on my bed and waited for him to fall asleep. One he did, I left to find my enemy. He wasn't going to stop until he finished me. I knew I would hurt Hiccup if I left him, but this was something I had to do alone.

''More to come... ''