Code red. For real. An armed person somehow gets into the school. Luckily, no one is shot. The police come and arrest the armed person. How lazy are our office people. Surely too lazy to notice a guy with an M60 light machine gun just waltz in through the front doors. Did I mention that I don't feel very safe here sometimes? Anyway, the rest of the day happens shaken. With an assembly in our gym at the end of the day, everyone is still shaken from the bullets fired earlier today. "Alright, settle down, settle down. I know we all are still shaken by what happened earlier today. But can we please stick through this assembly?" Our principal says. Later on into the assembly, I'm heading down the bleachers, to the locker room until some more armed people, armed with less powerful M4A1 and XM8 assault rifles barge into the gym. As I hear the terrified screams of my fellow classmates, I'm stuck in the locker room until I hear this. "Alright! I am going to put this nice and simple," one man says. "What- what do you want?" Our principal says. "Oh, it's not what, it's who, I want," the same man says. "Alright, I know he's still here, so hand him over," who does he want? "Hand him over. Hand over that dragon and no one gets hurt. But him," oh crap. Someone knows

About me, for sure. But how? Hearing gasps, I did the one thing I could do. Growling in anger, I flew to hide myself under the protection of all the chaos. It's ok, Carla. Don't worry and just hide. I growl to her. Don't talk to me either. Just hide. If you can hear me, just hide. I silently growl. I see a look of fear and recognition on Carla's face. Okay, I'll hide. If this crazy idea works, you'll hear me then. I think I found out a way of communicating. Takes focus but, it's a way. Carla says, I think. How'd she do that? Oh well, my main concern is that she be safe and I take care of these guys before some one gets hurt. Badly. Don't run until I say to, okay? I growl. Okay. She tells me. "Okay, so someone going to confess where he is? Or am I going to have to do some, intense motivation?" The guy with an XM8 assault rifle says, pointing his barrel upwards, pointing straight at me.I silently move out of the way of the bullets in case he does fire. "If somebody don't speak up by the time I count to five, somebody here will pay," he threatens. He's pointing his rifle at an innocent tenth grader. I follow the barrel to the student. Oh no. The gunman is aiming at my friend, Snotlout. "One...Two...Three...Four-" the man counts. After he says three, I growl to Carla now! Go hide! Before he can say five, I roar as

loud as I can, then move out of sight. Man, it's a good thing our school's ceiling is dark. "Ah, the mighty dragon shows himself," the man says. I'm hidden behind the curtains of the stage, so no one can see me. Looking through a gap in the curtains, I see the look on the school's faces. Terrified. "Sir. Did that roar sound familiar to you?" A smaller man says. "You're right. You're absolutely right," the apparent leader says. That sounded like a...uh...like a...um, anyone remember what it was called? That dragon. Anyone?" The leader says. "That sounded like the unmistakable roar of a movie-famous dragon. The one of a kind, Night Fury," someone says. That voice sounded familiar. Snotlout. "Ah yes, that's- wait. Did you say, Night Fury? As in How To Train Your Dragon's Toothless? Oh, this just got interesting," The main man says, walking to Snotlout. "May I ask what's your name, son?" The man asks, lowering his rifle. "Uh- My- My name's Allan. But my friends call me Snotlout," Snotlout says. "Ah yes. Very fitting nickname for someone who sounds like they watched that movie. A lot," the leader says. "Thank you, sir," Snotlout says. "Come out come out wherever you are, dragon. You unholy offspring of lightning and death themselves," he shouts. I can

Hear a click. The safety. Making sure he's turned away. I do the dumbest thing I've ever done since flying away from the school, I jump out from behind the curtains. "Night Fury!" Snotlout shouts. Roaring and growling, me and the main man circle each other. Not surprisingly, the school has remained sitting in the bleachers. I know I would if there were six armed men and a dragon in the gym. "Ah, so you are real, beast!" The man with the XM8 says, him still circling with me. All I can do is growl in anger. "Block the exits, now! I don't want this Night Fury leaving," the man says. I feel insulted by the way he said 'Night Fury'. I'm growling still, and I prepare myself to jump when he raises his gun to my level. "You know what? I'll rid my rifle and you don't shoot me with one of your fireballs, and we'll go at this like men, well, man versus dragon. How 'bout it?" He throws down his rifle. I nod, growling with rage, still. Circling, he says, "Your move, dragon," I know he'll be prepared for my attack. Then I notice something. He's not actually circling me, more like, we're going left and right, he's in front of his rifle. You dirty cheater, I think to myself. As I fake forward, he lunges to his rifle and I get what feels like a plasma blast in my throat with that oh so familiar screech of the

Night Fury. "Don't fire and I won't" the man says, holding Snotlout by his shirt collar. I have no choice. I basically swallow the plasma blast and, I don't fire. "Smart dragon. Now, come with me and I'll let people live," the man says with a smirk. I don't have much choice until I remember something. The pool! I motion the man to follow me as I walk down the halls to the school's pool, and to my surprise, they follow! As I hold the door for them, the leader in last, he says, "awww, the dragon's being nice before his death," the word death makes me shiver. Odd thing, that is. A dragon shivering? Ha. As I motion them to stay where they are, I walk to the other side of the pool, where the door is. As I silently ready a plasma blast, the man says, "say goodbye, dragon," as he flicks the safety as quietly as he can, I still hear it. I plasma blast the pool water, the entire room fills with steam, the men empty their magazines in my direction, missing every shot. I'm already out the door and have it plasma blasted shut, I run for the gym and motion everyone outside. Stay put wherever you are, Carla. I growl for her. "Thank you, Night Fury," Snotlout says. He and some other people prop the doors open, one kid taking my place

so I can secure the halls and protect their escape.