My names Cynthia. Cynthia moonshine to be exact. I'm 20 years old, and I have a night fury named skymist. When I was 15 years old, I was taken away from my home, and to an odd mountain. I haven't seen any of my friends since I was taken, and part of me wonders if they're even looking. Out of all the faces I miss seeing, the one I miss most, is my best friend. Hiccup. Last I saw him was when he fell into that explosion. I was taken before I could help him, and I was sure he was dead. Little did I know. He wasn't.