A young woman was roused from sleep by three Terrible Terrors jumping up and down on her makeshift bed.
The woman opened her eyes just enough to see that one of the three small dragons had left her alone but the other two were jumping on her legs.
One of the Terrors had noticed that she was awake and crept right up to her causing her to laugh and pet his head.
"Beetlejuice please get off" asked the woman.
When the dragon didn't move the woman sat up causing it to tumble onto her lap and into the other Terror.
The woman laughed but winced in pain as the yellow terror pulled her blonde-white hair.
Shooing them away the girl slowly got up making sure not to aggravate a wound from her pervious hunting trip that didn't end well.
After getting up she went to the natural deep hot-springs in the other room.
Climbing into the warm water letting it soothe her aching muscles after her night's sleep.
Sighing the girl closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders.
A small wooden boat drifted towards the shore of Berk catching all the inhabitants of village's attention.
A young Stoick and his wife ran down to the shore followed closely by his best friend Gobber.
The small body lying in the boat with a small woollen blanket laying over their small frame.
This was no visitor it was a survivor that was fleeing an attack.
Stoick's wife Valhallarama was the first to peer over the side of the small grounded boat she gasped at what she saw, there lying the boat was a small child around the age of five, Valhallarama pulled back the blanket to show that the child was so thin, looking at her you could see almost all of her ribs, spine and nearly all of her skeleton.
"Poor thing who knows how long she was on the ocean" worried Valhallarama.
Stoick looked at his young son who was jumping to try and see over the side of the boat but his lack of height prevented him, Stoick lifted the small child over the edge of the boat so he could see.
"Mommy is that an angel" asked the boy in an innocent manner.
"No Hiccup dear it's a little girl and a poorly one at that who needs to be cared for" Cooed the mother.
Valhallarama carefully wrapped the little girl in up in the woollen blanket and lifted her from the boat, marvelling on how a small life could have made it.
Upon arriving home Valhallarama laid the small girl on her bed the girl had blonde almost white colour hair her skin was very pale.
"Alright where's this little girl" came a loud voice from the front door.
Before stoick could politely ask Gobber to leave Valhallarama had called him through.
Gobber the blacksmith that still had all of his limbs walked into the master bedroom.
As soon as the young adult had seen this small figure he knew his purpose was to protect her, love her and teach her right from wrong, his purpose was to be her father.
"May I hold her" Gobber said in a soft voice.
Valhallarama nodded and carefully lifted the small child once again and placed her in his arms.
"I will care for her" stated Gobber which shocked everyone in the room.
"But Gobber think this through, you barely look after yourself let alone a small child" Commented Stoick.
"I'll learn and she'll learn how to be a good Viking" Said Gobber walking out of the house.
Later that night Valhallarama went to Gobbers and dropped of clothing and all the other things he will need.
After she had left the frail girl that was still lying in Gobbers arms, when her eyes slowly opened, Gobber looked down and was one pair of two different coloured eyes looking up at him.
Her right eye was a dark blue and the other was a light grey, this oddity only made Gobber smile and comfort the girl.
"Hello do you remember your name" he asked in a caring voice.
The small girl nodded "It's Rowanne" she answered.
"My name's Gobber and it looks like you need food missy" Gobber said smiling.
End of flash back
Those same eyes that looked up at her new father that night where now looking back at the woman, only this time they had become glazed over they only showed emotion to the only creatures she could trust.
Rowanne climbed out of the spring and pulled on her dress if you could call it that, it was made out of patches of different animal pelts that she or the dragons had collected it barely covered her arms the left shoulder was made out of small strips of fur the back looked okay the part over her stomach wasn't completed so it had a patch missing over her bellybutton.
The bottom part was all lumpy and worn but at least it covered all of her legs.
She also had a long cape that trailed the floor it gave her warmth when she was flying.
After she had gotten dressed she walked out of the house where the familiar sight of dragons.
One dragon was different to the rest it almost had the body of a Night Furry but much bigger it also had the wings of a Timber jack and her colouring was odd to it was black with grey wings.
The dragon ran up to Rowanne and nuzzled her affectionately.
"How about we go for a hunt girl" we haven't eaten in days.
The Dragon growled in agreement and blew out a single cloud of frost.