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// Prologue 
// Story: Am I Alone? 
// by Silver Inkwell 
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Prologue

That’s the question that I ask myself each and every day that I still live.

Now why, not how, just that single lone echoing question.

I wonder if I am the only one of my kind, the singe last one, or perhaps just maybe there might be more like myself out there, just maybe though perhaps.

I stared out at the night sky horizon waiting for my chance to get my shot of glory, and it was one opportunity I knew that would not repeat itself again very soon likely if ever again since the dragon I wanted to kill was very rare indeed.

So I set up my sights and gadgets and waited for it to show itself.

“Come on,” I said to myself looking at the night sky nervously, “Show yourself.”

I watched the night sky still nervous with some slight fear, and then I saw him (or rather it, I always did assume that the dragon was a he) and then I took aim and fired, and yes! I hit the Night Fury, the incredibly deadly and very fast dragon that no one ever saw, and with that I did a little victory dance and cheer because I wanted to, and now all I had to do was track where it landed and then I could go and kill it to 
make my father finally proud enough of me.

Oh, and also by the way, it’s nice to meet you, the name is Hiccup.

What is my name? I hear you ask, well the answer to that is simply this: I really honestly don’t know, but you can call me whatever you want, but for now John will work out I guess, that is until I can finally find out my real true name.

But why that short little trip and delay with Hiccup if this is my story? Well you’ll see very soon enough since he does come in much later, but still not yet.

But before we continue let me first tell you my story, I was cursed by a witch a very long time ago to always ever be a dragon, and please don’t ask me how she did it because I would have to assume magic, and don’t ask why, because if it was for revenge or not or whether it be for anything else doesn’t really matter now as I carve these words into the cold hard stone that is before me now.

And so that is why and how I found myself in this very cold and dark cave as I write this down now, and all I wish for is to be with my own kind since my instincts are starting to take over, but I can only hope and pray that I can stay sane long enough to try to figure a way out of this curse or something else like that instead, but for now I can only have faith and pray for that day.

But until then know this to be a reminder of who you once were even if you can never be that same person again, even if nothing ever changes for me.