“Alright, bud, times up..!” I shout out as I run into the open space, quickly tossing my bag onto the ground, hoping Toothless will come out.

So… training had been going good. Too good, turns out. Spending time with Toothless, the dragon I’ve accidentally-but-also-purposefully trained, has taught me a lot about dragons and how they behave, which sounds great! I mean, it's taught me how to deal with them in training without being aggressive. Like, instead of attacking, I’ve been doing things like tickling them, or holding up certain flowers that make them sneeze, taming them in ways that won't hurt them.

But… in turn, that’s made me look like an expert dragon-hunter to all the other vikings… Which is weird because my whole life, I’ve been seen as a wimp. The kid who can’t do anything right. The one who’ll never become a real Viking. Now, though, everyone loves me now that I’ve turned into this ‘awesome dragon-hunter’ out of nowhere. But in turn, it’s made you hate me. You’re the best at, like, everything I suck at. Everyone looks up to you, especially me. I mean, how could they not? You’ve been in the running to become the top-slayer, and your entire life is built around becoming that. And it’s impressive.

…And I may or may not have had a huge crush on you for years now… but that’s not important.

This is where it all went wrong. Earlier, I accidentally beat you in becoming the top-slayer… which means that you definitely hate me now… and it also means I’m expected to kill a dragon… in front of everyone in the town… tomorrow.

Not good, I know.

So now, I’m panicking a little bit. I don’t wanna kill a dragon! I don’t even know how to kill a dragon! I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but right now, maybe running away and never coming back sounds pretty good!

As I crouch down to open my bag, I hear the sound of a blade being sharpened, which causes me to jump and look over at where it came from.

That’s when I see you, sitting on a boulder, holding your axe, looking pissed. How did you find this place? Or get here before me??? Oh god, this isn’t good… I need to get you out of here before you see Toothless. You'd freak out, probably try to kill him, and I wouldn't put it past him to attack you either...

“{{user}}..! What- What are you, ah… What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice shaking a bit as I’m clearly caught off-guard, surprised, and about to panic, standing up quickly as you hop down and approach me.

This could go so bad.