"Every one to the great hall!" a voice boomed from the skies. "A storm is comin' and I don' need people freezing to death." The man was Stoick the Vast. The chief of the Hairy Hooligan tribe.

"Dad! The others and I have the sheep, yaks and the chickens in the great hall." Hiccup shouted to his father atop his Night Fury.

"Good job Hiccup. Now get in there before we get stuck out in the storm." Stoick replied to his son who was already flying to the great hall.

It had been three days since the start of the storm and anyone younger than 18 was getting cabin fever. Bucket was always next to the chief with Mulch right behind him. On the third morning Buckets head didn't hurt as badly so he knew the storm was almost over. "Chief ma bucket isn't hurtn' ma head!" Bucket said to Stoick with relief in his voice.

"That's good bucket. Alright every one listen up!"The chief said turning to the mass of people. "The storm is comin' to an end an' we need to cle-"he was cut off by the high pitched cry of a night fury.

Everyone turned to look at the only dragon that could pull of that cry. Stoick looked over to where his son and dragon were and to his and everyone else's surprise the dragon was half asleep. Then they heard it was louder this time, which meant it was closer.

Toothless heard it and his head snapped up and his eyes turned to slits. "Toothless?" he heard Hiccup call him questionably. He ignored his rider and focused on the sound. He heard it again and by that time Stoick opened the door to look outside.

Toothless noticed this and hurdled himself out the door. Hiccup quickly followed his friend as fast as his false leg would carry him. Once he was out side he saw Toothless half way down the stairs looking at the sky. He hurried himself to run faster but stopped when he saw something or someone falling out of the sky.

Toothless screech got his attention back and continued running after his best friend. Finally he caught up with his friend who stopped at the crash site of the falling duo.

What he saw shocked him. It was a white Night Fury. A WHITE NIGHT FURY! His happiness quickly faded as he realized a crowd was gathering. He was about to tell the crowd of Vikings to backup but he was beaten to it. "Alright which island did we land on now." A feminine voice called underneath the dragon.

"Flake. Off. Now." The voice called again. The dragon grumbled in defeat and got up, eyes still slits. "Okay then. When you all stop drooling over the fact that I ride a dragon maybe you can tell me where I am so I can get going." She said to us like we were stupid. I cleared my throat to get her attention.

"You are on the island of Berk. And they aren't gawking at the fact that you ride a dragon it's the fact that it's a white night fury." He told her matter-of-factly.

She smiled before saying "FINALLY!" and passing out. Stoick stomped to the front of the crowd only to find his son kneeling over a girl with Gothi as well.

"Hiccup what is this?"Stoick asked his son and coming over to the elder. "Well I would tell you if, one I knew what just happened and two the dragon behind me would stop growling." Hiccup replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Stoick turned around to look at the crowd that had gathered. "Alright, there is nothing to look at here. Get going. Go on." Stoick told the crowd.

The crowd started to disperse with grumbles then he heard one of the twins say "Well actually chief, there is another night fury…"Tuffnut said before stopping because of Stoick's angry glare then finishing his sentence by pointing a finger at Ruffnut and saying "It was her."

"Alright Gothi, maybe we should get her to my house.

At Stoick's house Gothi looked the girl over and wrote that she only passed out from lack of sleep.

Stoick nodded to her in thanks. "Hiccup can she sleep in your bed tonight?" Stoick asked. "Sure." Hiccup replied and with that they went to sleep.