Being the Chiefs son as the runt of the village was hard.

So many expectations on Keith's shoulders that he knew he could never live up to. No matter how hard he tried, he would never be him. Never be Ryker. Never be his father.

And Ryker let him know that, he didn't go easy on poor Keith, telling him to try harder, to be better.

One day while going to go to his normal sketching spot after "dragon killing training class", Keith found a.. unexpected visitor, a dragon no man in the village had seen, most didn't even believe in them.. a nightfury.

The poor thing seemed wounded. And when it spotted Keith, it didn't eat him. Just gave a roar and ran off...

Over the weeks, Keith slowly tamed the black reptile, creating a new tail fin which he controls with his foot on the saddle.

It was AWESOME !! Flying, feeling the wind in his hair.. Keith had never felt more free!!

Eventually it came time for the last class.. the class where he was supposed to kill a monstrous nightmare. Oh.

When he got into the ring, he had thrown his helmet off, the one his father gifted him. He refused to kill the dragon.

After a long conversation with Ryker, the words slipped from the father's lips, "you're not my son." They came out on accident, and afterwards, Keith had run away with Blaze, the nightfury. The last part of his late wife, his child.. gone.

It wasn't until five years later when Keith was 18 that he returned.

Ryker had heard news of a dragon flying above, with something.. no.. someone on it, Keith. His son was back. He was home!?

The others had shot the duo down, holding Blaze in a net while Keith was stuck on the large dragons back by the ropes.