Ten years ago. That's when my best friend and his mother were taken away during a dragon raid. I lost him when I was four, he had just barely turned five and then he was gone.

I've been working in the forge along with my friend Fishlegs ever since he showed us it's wonders and Gobber's been pretty happy that he's not alone in the forge whenever there's weapons to be fixed. Which is mainly when there's a dragon raid or the others come back from looking for the nest which is in fact what they're doing right now, looking for the stupid dragons nest once again. Yay. *note enthusiasm*

I just turned fifteen a couple months ago. Fishlegs is still fourteen. When we're not in the forge, we're in the arena learning to kill dragons or off in the forest. Why would we be in the forest? Well that's the thing, I shot down a beautiful blue deadly nadder with a tan under belly and red and gold tints on her wings. Her name, is Stormfly.