OLD STORY SO NOT ONE OF MY BEST You are a weakling. You're casted out of your tribe and just a ghost to people. You live on a hill just outside your village and you live alone, except for you and your dragon. You both look out for one another. So when violent people attack your home you run, because you have nothing to do with the land since no one pays you any attention. When you crash on an island and helped by a nice lady, what happens when you go to dragon school to be taught how to be a great rider? I DO NOT OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON OR THE CHARACTERS OR THE PICTURES IN THIS STORY!