And I think I should give the Tide Glider a name, a name that suits him. I'll hide it in the floorboards under my bed. I can only pray that I won't get caught, and that no one will see this journal entry. I'm going to try to find that dragon tomorrow. Even if the part with the Night Fury and the Dragon Trainer is just a story, the training dragons part might be real. Surely, in some way, the story Trader Johann told has to be true. What if I can do what the Dragon Trainer did? What if I can tame this Tide Glider, and show everyone that dragons aren't actually all that. And I probably never will, but it has me thinking. We just kinda stared at each other until I got scared, and ran back home. He just kind of stared at me, as if expecting me to throw another fish. I looked up, and the dragon was eating the fish. I fell over, and threw the thing nearest to me. I think I stared for a little too long because he spotted me, and immediately rushed in to attack. It was the first time I'd seen a dragon in the daytime, and he looked beautiful, not dangerous. His scales blended in perfectly with the water. So I went there, and there he was, just dancing in the water, and singing a majestic song. I knew there were some good herbs at a cove on the other side of the island that the village was on. We'd been recently attacked, and we needed medical herbs and food. My father wanted me to go get some herbs, and fish. If my father ever finds out about this, I'm as good as dead. And it especially won't bode well now after what happened today. I couldn't let them just kill these creatures, and it didn't bode well with everyone. Just imagine it, having a beautifully deadly beast like a dragon at your side. I interfered during battles, but I didn't kill. Especially because of what I've done after hearing this tale. He rides it! I believed his story, but nobody else did. But a long time ago, one boy, a boy who Johann called the Dragon Trainer, tamed this wild beast. The guy called himself Trader Johann, and he spoke of a dragon I'd never heard before: a Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, this dragon was said to be the fastest and most dangerous dragon alive. And then, I heard something that absolutely fascinated me, and changed the way I see dragons forever. But I could never sum up the courage to fight. I used to want to prove myself, to prove to everyone I could be like my father and mother. And they are beyond wild, raiding us, killing us. For every viking in the village, there's probably like 20 dragons in the wild. It's kind of ridiculous how many dragons we have here, but where I come from, it's no laughing matter. We've got Armorwings, Boneknappers, Grapple Grounders, Gronckles, Quakens, Snaptrappers, Night Terrors, Smokebreaths, Devilish Dervishes, Prickleboggles, Tide Gliders, Whispering Deaths, Hackatoos, Thunderdrums, Scauldrons, and Sweet Deaths. Because where I live is not just a single island, but several very close together, we have a major dragon population. But most of all, I don't fight dragons, and that's a serious problem where I live. You see, I'm not like the others of my village. I'm a Meathead by blood, as they say, but not by heart, as they also say. I've lived here on the Meathead Islands since I was born. My name is Arnora Thorfast, daughter of Svart Thorfast and Svala Thorfast. But now, I think what happened today deserves to be written, but first, I suppose I should introduce myself should someone come across this one day in the future. I never had a reason to write in it until now. So I always had this journal given to me by my father almost three years ago for my thirteenth birthday, but I never wrote in it until now.
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