She HATED doing this. Hated that she was forced to do as those despicable humans told her. She had been under their command for the past twelve years of her life. They had taken her when she was an older hatchling at the age of four(in their years any). They kept her locked away in a dark and damp prison for all the dragons, chained up until it was time to ride them into the battle. Going out, to ride into the battles, was the only time she got to see the world outside of their prison. The only time she got to fly, and even then it was with a person on her, saddled, and them controlling where they wanted her to go. She wanted to badly to stretch her wings and fly, just once, where she wished to go. To feel the wind under her wings and carrying her away. To feel that freedom.

But, she never got it. And once again, she was being forced to do as her human owner said. She growled and jerked at the shackle around her neck and the chains that were connected to it in which he pulled on to get her out of the prison. She didn't want to be saddled. She didn't want this man to ride on her. Growling more, she lept into the air, but the chains that the man held were used by he, as well as some of the men with him, to jerk her back down. She hit the ground hard with a painful thud and was held down by the men as they attached the saddle to her tightly, as well as a muzzle so tight around her mouth, that both hurt. As soon as that was done and the man was on her, the other dragons were saddled. With a harsh kick to her sides, the man had her take off flying.

It wasn't even an hour before she saw what she knew to be the human's targets. How did she know this? Because the people they were targeting were ready, and with dragons of their own. But, there was advantage the other people had. Unlike she and the other dragons forced to fly these humans around, the dragons with the humans didn't have their claws clipped or their mouth's covered. They could help fight. And so they did. It battle was bloody, but short. Her human forced her right in the middle of the battle, where the other dragons clawed and bit her painfully as her human fought. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't protect herself and her human had no intentions of helping her either. 

Before she knew it, her human was shot off of her back, yet the dragons kept coming at her until she felt a horrible pain in her right wing. She couldn't flap it anymore and in that moment, fell to the ground, crying out in pain as she smacked into the hill and layed there, an arrow stuck into her wing.

....

The battle was lost on their part. As she layed there, wounded, she could look around and see the many dead humans, whom she didn't care for on tiny bit, and the poor innocent dragons who had been forced to carry them. They were not the evil ones here, and yet they died. It was not right. 

Weakly trying to get to her feet, she whined under her muzzle, falling back onto the ground. She tried a few more times, only to hear the voices of humans, "Hey, there's one moving!"

Fear struck through her and she attempted even harder to get up, but before she could even make it a few steps, a small groups of humans had intercepted her, making a circle around the injured rainbow colored dragon, "Whoa, what kind of dragon is this?"

"I don't know, but its hurt. We need to get it some help."

One of the humans tried to move closer and she growled under her tight muzzle, swinging her tail at it, "Hey! Stop that! Be still! We're only trying to help!" But hose words didn't help to calm her at all. She wasn't even listening to these humans. The only thing on her mind was escape. But, she would not get that at this moment, because the humans held her down in attempt to keep her from injuring herself further as she growled and wiggled under them, "Someone go get Hiccup! Tell him its a emergency!"