Hi. If you don't know me already, I'm Shawn. What I'm about to tell you is crazy. Now, I'm only a fifteen year old sophomore. But there's something you must know about my life.

"There you are, Shawn. Where's your saddle?" That voice is the unmistakable voice of my girlfriend, Carla Lason. And if you don't know already, I'm not any ordinary teen.

Did you check the upstairs room? I growl. Yeah, that's right. I don't talk, I growl, sometimes. I'm actually a dragon, Night Fury, to be exact.

"Nope," Carla says.

Well it's there. I growl. Now, in some dragon stories, dragons all have their riders. In my case, I'm dating my rider.

"I can't find it!" Carla says from my room. Looking on the sofa, I see my new saddle.

Found it! I growl. It's been ten months since my life changed and, is actually gotten better.

"Where are you going, mister?" That's my mom.

I'm heading to Berk. I growl. Yes, you heard correctly. Berk is real. Everything, real. Now, the movies are wrong. Stoick, Hiccup's dad, he's alive. And there is no Drago Bludvist. Wait a minute! I just skipped ten whole months since the last time I told about my life! Right, but since you know what I am and some of my life, let's go back ten months and continue where I left off. This should straighten things out a bit. Alright, back to Berk! Now, recently, Berk was taken over by a group of people following this man, Lukas Hale. And I'm fighting against men with guns, fighting alongside Vikings. But recently, we got a new fighter. Back at Dragon Island, I have Carla tell Stoick that Berk has an experienced fighter with his rifle.

"Good. We need all the help we can get," Stoick says.

"When shall we head back to Berk?" Astrid says.

Carla, tell Astrid that there might be something wrong with Stormfly. I growl.

"Astrid," Carla says.

"What?" Astrid says.

"Shawn says there might be something wrong with Stormfly," Carla says.

"Oh no, Stormfly!" Astrid says, running to her dragon. Hiccup and a few others, including me, Valka, and Stoick follow her.

"Stormfly. Is everything alright, girl?" Astrid says, petting her.

"She's getting old, Astrid," Valka says.

"How long?" Astrid says.

"About ten months," Valka says.

I can still fight. I won't give up until my home is safe. Stormfly growls. I have Carla tell Astrid what Stormfly said.

Hold it. I smell something. I growl.

"What is it, Shawn?" Carla says. I run off with some clothes to the smell.

"Get the dragons away. It's Dragon Root," I say. Yeah, I can change from dragon to human, but, oddly, I keep my wings and tail.

"Dragon Root? On Dragon Island?" Hiccup says.

"Is that what's wrong, Stormfly?" I say.

No. But I smell the Dragon Root, too. Stormfly growls.

"It's okay, we're having Meatlug get it out of here," I say.

Was that it? Was that what's wrong with her? Siare growls. Siare, she's the last female Night Fury, who is currently in a relationship with Toothless. Way to go, Toothless!

"Well, we'd better head home. Goodbye! Have Hiccup or Siare come get us if you need help," I say.

"Goodbye, Shawn," Hiccup says.

I'll see you soon. Toothless growls. And goodbyes from everyone else.

"We'll be back later," I say, walking away from the remaining people of Berk.

"Are we really going to go back?" Carla says on the flight home.

Of course we are. Well, I am anyway, I have a species to protect. I growl.

"Well, if you're fighting for Berk, so am I," Carla says.

Thank you. I growl.

"Nice flight?" Mom says.

Berk might be in trouble. I growl, walking into my new room. A few days ago, our house got burned down by those people. Don't even get me started on what they did to Carla.

"Everything okay, babe?" Carla says, noticing I shivered.

I'm trying to forget about what they did to you. I growl. Alright, fine. About a few days ago, these men turned Carla into something terrible. They somehow managed to turn Carla into a Screaming Death, Monstrous Nightmare, and Changewing, all in one dragon.

"Oh. Well, we'll get revenge when Berk needs our help," Carla says.

Yeah. I growl.

"But, for now, let's just get this home," Carla says, holding up a little metal piece. After a little while of flying, I see something that'll take out some time.

Uh, Carla. I growl. Carla's lying back on the saddle, enjoying the chance to relax.

"Yes, Shawn?" Carla says, sitting up to quickly pet me.

We might not be getting it home so soon. I growl, noticing a storm straight ahead.

"Oh, crap! Let's get away from here!" Carla says. I quickly veer to the left but the storm's slightly faster and we get caught in it.

Stay low! I roar over the thunder. I'm trying to keep banking away from lightning bolts that are striking near us. I'm focused to hard on trying to avoid getting struck that me, nor Carla see a Hideous Zippleback silhouette coming towards us.

"Shawn! Look out!" Carla says, but just a bit too late. We collide with the Zippleback. The Zippleback saves itself. "Shawn!" Carla says, falling. She grabs hold of my tail.

Carla! I roar. I can feel Carla slipping off my wet tail. I'm trying to stay airborne, but I can't because Carla has a hold of my tail. Carla! Let go of my tail! I roar.

"You crazy?" Carla shouts.

I'll dive back down and catch you! I roar. Carla lets go and I let myself fall. Before I'm about to grab her, a dragon flies beneath her and carries her away.

"Shawn!" I hear.

Carla! I roar before a lightning bolt strikes the shield attached to my saddle, knocking me out cold. Man, this week sucked, badly. Waking up, I feel soft, warm sand beneath me. Looking out towards sea, I can't see anything besides open water and clear blue skies. I'm halfway in solid blue water.

"Auh. Oww," I say. Sitting up, I see that my saddle got burned and shredded.

"Ah! What the-" I say, bringing my left hand to my right, lower body. Taking my hand off, I see I'm bleeding, badly.

"Oww. Crap. What. What happened?" I say, seeing blood-stained sand to my right, alongside a bloodied dagger, torn through it's sheath.

"Ah, crap," I say, ripping a soaked strip off my shirt. Ripping the sleeve off, also, I tie them around my side, having the sleeve cover my wound.

"Ah. Crap. Carla?" I say, looking around.

"Carla?" I say, a bit louder. A sharp pain in my right wing jogs my memory.

"I'm sorry, Carla," I say, lying back down on the warm sand.