Tawny's P.O.V.

I woke up to be greeted by Stoick barging through my door. "Outside, five minutes," he ordered before leaving again. I sat up before pain shot across my body, trying to hold me back to make me recover from last nights whipping. I fought to ignore it as I stood up and trudged down the stairs. Once I got outside, I saw Gergon and his father, Fishlegs, waiting with Stoick. I looked at them cautiously as I walked toward them.

"Are you sure?" Stoick was saying, "She's not bride material." I paused a few paces away. Fishlegs looked at his son in uncertainty.

"She's the one I want, yes," the boy said. My blood dropped to an uncomfortable temperature as Stoick turned to look at me. 

"Ah. Plasma. Gergon has just asked for your hand in marriage," he told me.

"No," I say and am about to walk to the forest, but Gergon's voice made me freeze.

"How bout a fight?" he suggested.

"For me?" I asked. "As in we'd both be fighting for my hand?" He nods.

"You win, we don't go through with the marriage. I win, you suck it up and become my bride." 

"Why do that when I can just say no?" I ask.

"You can't say no. You have no choice in the matter because I want you out of my house," Stoick said.

"And I want off this island, I guess no wishes are coming true any time soon!" I snapped before he brought his fist down on my head, knocking me to the ground. 

Fishlegs covered his mouth his hand and Gergon clenched his jaws. A high pitched ringing filled my ears and muffled Stoick's voice as he shouted at me. My skull stung and my vision got blurry as the earth moved around beneath me. Suddenly, nausea washes over me and my stomach...or what's left of my stomach, came up my throat and onto the dirt around me. Stoick snapped at me before bringing his boot down on my back, making a sickening crack sound as my ribs snapped and the breath was chased from my lungs. I gasped for breath before he stepped over my body and stormed for the Great Hall. I took a short breath before holding it to help hold back the tears. I did it a few times before Fishlegs stepped toward me. I brought my hand up and he paused as I continued to take short, curt breathes.

"Come on, Plasma. We have to keep watch on top of Raven's Point," Snotlout said as he walked by, ignoring my pain.

7 hours later

The pain had subsided, but still lingered. My uncle and I had been up on Raven's point all day, looking out for dragons...well, he was looking for any dragons, I was looking for a Razorwhip, for some reason. The beating this morning made me loose a few memories of the night before, through out the day, and I couldn't remember who I spoke with, but I did remember their dragon didn't attack me.

 I stared over the ocean with a hard expression. As usual, I was being pulled toward the east, and the feeling was doing nothing for my ribs. "Uncle Snotlout?" said person groaned at the sound of my voice. "Was I really born on Berk?" 

"Yes, for the hundredth time. Why do you keep asking?" he says in exasperation.

"Because I can," I lie before he smacks my head.

"Get to the ring," he orders and I glare at him before running from my perch, to the village.

I reach the ring and join the rest of the class, my sword on my back and a thirst for blood in my throat. I ducked as Gergon threw a punch to my head. I countered by sweeping his legs out from under him and drawing my sword as he flips back to his feet, pulling out his ax. And he expects me to marry him! Suddenly, everyone breaks out into a battle, all attacking one another, until a booming voice told us to stop. I flip away from wrestling with my attacker before glaring at Stoick. One of these days, I was going to kill, not a dragon, but him. He's beaten me long enough, it was time I did something...but as he'd pointed out many times, I was too cowardly to even meet his gaze. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize Stoick had announced who was to kill the dragon at the end of the week.

"Why does Plasma get to do it?!" Aaron complained, making my heart drop.

"Because I'm the best?" I suggest blankly. I then drift off as Stoick explains to me what I was to do. I didn't need to know. I wasn't gonna be here, and if he thought I was, he was in serious need of some tutoring in the subject of true Haddocks.

Night fall...

I threw my bag over my shoulder and silently headed for the door. Stoick had fallen asleep hours ago. If I was going to get away from this prison island, I had to leave now. I slunk through the darkness, toward the docks. I was able to stay clear of the village guards, until I came to my destination. There were two people guarding the boats. Tuffnut and his sister, Ruffnut, were holding spears on their shoulders as they paced back and forth. I hid my bag and walked into their line of sight. They stopped upon seeing me and smiled.

"Hey, Plasma!" Tuffnut cheered, waving.

"Hey. Sorry to do this, guys," I apologize before bashing their heads together, harder than I know they've ever done to themselves. They're generation, minus Snotlout, were the only ones that were at least semi nice to me.

They fell to the dock and I smirked at the dazed smiles on their faces. I guess, when I was grabbing their heads, they realized what I was doing and became instantly proud. I grab my bag and jump into a boat before drawing the sail, getting propelled across the ocean on the windy night. First time off Berk, and I was terrified. Terrified of finding what I seek. Terrified of what might greet me. Terrified of the dangers ahead. Terrified...of the beyond...

One week later

I had misjudged my journey. I didn't think it would take this long and I had run out of food and water. But I still felt the strong pull of whatever was out there. I had to find it. I couldn't spend the rest of my life not knowing what I'm connected to. I leaned over the edge of the boat as I'm gripped by a spasm that sent the last of my energy up my throat, out my mouth, and into the sea. I then laid on the bottom of the boat and watched as storm clouds closed in on me: their prey; their victim; their foolish girl who had to follow a stupid, imaginary pull from the beyond. As I stared at the sky, I didn't notice a wall of heavy fog being penetrated by my boat. My eyelids become heavy as Death coaxed me to close them. I didn't want to...but then again, I didn't want to go into dragon training. My eyes closed and I let darkness embrace me comfortingly as thunder clapped overhead...