“Quick, grab that Nadder!” I heard my Dad say. Yep, this was my life. My parents are dragon hunter, always have been, always will be. Everyday the same thing, Make the traps, set up the traps, trap the dragons, sell the dragons. My name? Freya Grimborne the second! I know, it is crazy that my Dad is Vego Grimborne and my Mum is Freya Grimborne.
I was a tall sixteen year old with long brown hair that was down to my hips by the time I was ten. I braided it in two down my back. I had bright blue eyes and I wore a leather top and my skirt was pink and purple nadder hide. I wore black leg wraps with tall sheep fluff boots.
I hated dragon hunting but I wasn't sure why. I knew that my Uncle Riker was going to take over trapping the dragons and my Dad,Mum and I were going to move to an island where dad would be the owner of the business. So that night I packed up the little of what I had and got a life boat. Then I sailed away. A great storm hit me that night and I couldn't keep my boat going. Then “BANG” a pole hit me and I was out.
Next thing I know I am on a golden sandy beach being shaken awake by a boy who was about my age.
“AHHH!” I screamed but my throat was so dry it was hard. “Water?” I croaked
“Here” the boy said handing me a jug full of it. I uncapped it and drank half of the water.
“Thank you” I said looking under my boat for my bow and quiver. I found them and put the quiver on my back then collecting arrows I put them in. I put my bow on my back, checked my pouch on my hips for my dagger and I climbed out.
“Im Fishlegs” he said
“Freya, where am I?” I asked
“Your on berk”
“Berk my dad talked about-” I started to say but stopped short on seeing a brown Gronkle “DRAGON!” I yelled pulling an arrow back with my bow.
“FREYA STOP!” Fishlegs yelled jumping in between me and the dragon. “That's my dragon, Meatlug. I ride him”
“Ride him?” I said walking up to Meatlug wanting to pat him but he growled at me, baring his teeth.
“I don't understand, Meatlug likes everyone. Maybe we should just walk up”
“Good idea”.
“So why are you shipwrecked”
“I ran away” I said shrugging
“Ran away, why?”
“My parents died” I said lying
“Sorry”. We walked up to a big round arena with a chain roof. “And here is our dragon training academy”.
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