Toothless p.o.v.

"This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year and hails the other three.
Their village, in a word its dirty. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new,

They have fishing, hunting, a charming view of the sunsets, and lots of fat people. Their only problem is ME. While most villages have Whispering Deaths or Typhoonerangs, I happen to be a-

"NIGHT FURY" a Viking shouted. "Get down!" Someone else yelled.

My name's Toothless, great name I know. I'm the only night fury left unfortunately.

"Watch it," yells a Monstrous Nightmare, as a Nadder hits it with its tail. "Sorry," it yells back.

Suddenly I remember what I'm doing, and I go full speed making a high pitched screeching sound before I blew up the catapult. BOOM.

 I blew a catapult to a thousands bits, then whisked back to the clouds. I watched closely until I saw the perfect chance. BOOM. Then I heard the sound. It was a whisk like sound, which reminds of a- BOLA. I went down screaming all the way. I hit a tree and everything went black