It took a while, for the fumes to fully reach Ava in her deep and unwanted sleep. That was truly what it was, was an unwanted sleep. As much as it seemed to the others to be a death like state, she dreamed the whole time. And strange enough, the dreams were of memories, long since forgotten. Memories of going flying with her grandmother, even from a very young age. Memories of sitting in her mother's lap and learning the sign language she and her father knew so well. Of having her father carry her up the stairs and sing lullabies to her while her mother stroked her hair, the two staying there until she fell asleep. There was the memories of the days exploring the village, running off to play with the other children of Berk. 

And of course, one of her most favorite of the returning memories was of her a young girl, sitting in the living room of her home, being watched by her grandmother who was cooking by the fire. She was merely a toddler and the little girl had approached the male nightfury/arcus dragon. The dragon had still been quite young himself, not nearly as big as Toothless, but quite close. She had padded right up to him with giggles and laughs at seeing his scales sign in the light of the lamps and fire, the little girl flopping down onto his snout his head being half as big as her whole body. 

She laughed more as the dragon lifted his head, squealing with a joy that seemed to delight the dragon. Next thing she knew, the dragon had nudged her onto his back and by the time her grandmother turned around, the dragon was squeezing his way out the door with the girl to take her for a ride around the village. And oh how everyone had stared and been surprised that the young dragon that had let no one ride him had the mall daughter of the chief on his back. But, then again, maybe it made sense that the little girl everyone adored so much would also be adored by the most temperamental dragon in Berk as well.

There were plenty of other memories, but those weren't very important to her. But, there was one. One horrible memory. The last memory she remembered before starting her new life in the hands of Einar. She was being tucked into bed by her father when there were loud and scary noises from outside. Ones that made her hind under her covers and tremble. Her father hugged her quickly and assured her that everything was going to fine before leaving her in the hands, or well, paws of her dragon. But the dragon himself had at that point still been rather young, just a little older than herself, and still quite inexperienced in fighting. So, when a strange man she didn't know came into her room, and the dragon tried to fight him off, he had after a quick fight, been able to get to her, hitting her in the head with the hilt of his sword.

All of the memories came flooding back to her in those few hours and it was only when she smelt a scent that was a sickly sweet scent that he moaned, trying to find her way from this hazy sleep. She blinked her eyes a few times, the grayness very slowly fading as she slowly gained her sight back, turning back into that bright green color. And when her vision was back, she still struggled a little with moving, her body still in between being numb and sore all at once, it taking a few moment for her to get full mobility of her body back. Blinking slightly, she looked at everyone standing around, looking at her with all relieved and worried gazes, she slowly struggled to sit up, looking at them all before looking to her father and after a moment, she wordlessly threw her arms around both he and her mother, suddenly feeling tears stinging at her eyes, "I remember.....I remember everything....."