Hey everyone. Here's the new updated Dragon Boarder: Hiccup's Outcast. The story will start out similar, but will drastically change as it progresses. Again, the reason why I revised it, is because I felt it was not my story. It was a script with my character following along, rather than being proactive and frankly, himself. This story follows specifically around RTTE Season 2.

I truly hope you enjoy this story, as I'm loving writing it. Without further ado, enjoy.

-Dustnblood

Special shout out to some loyal readers that have helped me in the past as well as currently:

TheWhisperingWarrior
The Anvil of Writing
Schasm08
Movielover48

And welcome new readers!

Prologue

His eyes burned with the reflection of the tiny fire; it might as well have been a group of three candles put together. The pounding rain failed to sway his thoughts of the distant, but crystal clear memory he clung too. How could he not? It was the moment that changed his life forever. Changed his perspective forever. Aside from that, the storm actually seemed to amplify the aged memory; as it was similar to one that raged on a fateful night, four years ago, in a land that seemed to be a dream away. Indeed it was. It was a place that he would only go back to in a dream. He'd never set foot there again. Alive anyways…

Sighing, he slowly shut his eyes to soak in the only comforting memory he had left. His cave. The lightning. The roaring sea. The dragon.

"Gods…has it really been that long ago?" He whispered, opening them and looking up into the infinite black sky as the rain continued to fall. Shaking his head, he looked back at the fire and pulled his black cloak tighter around him. He felt his blackened, rusting chainmail brush against his worn and scarred skin. The cold touch of the metal was almost refreshing; it reminded him he was still alive.

Feeling something rub against his leg, he turned his head to see the silhouette of his first and now only friend. His dragon; the only living being that remained faithful to him on this world. He was the only one left in his life that would truly give up everything for him.

"Only a little bit longer...then maybe we can see what they're doing. If we can even show our faces near them again…" He whispered, staring at the flickering flames.

The dragon shuffled slightly, acknowledging what his rider said. Raising a wing, he covered both of them from the pouring rain. The darkness concealed his shape, making it impossible to guess what kind of dragon he was. Only a handful of people in the world knew.

"Thanks friend…" He whispered as the wing shielded him from the rain. A small crack of a smile began to appear on his face, the first in a long time. Staring back at the fire, he let his thoughts turn to his other friends. Well, former friends as they would have it. Forced to leave them as a consequence of an action, he wasn't even sure if they would recognize him. If they wanted to.

How could they simply turn their backs on him? After all he did for them, was it too much to ask for someone to help him? The thought made his chest hurt, though not physically. Sliding a hand under the chain mail, he felt a hole where the pain was. His first battle scar. At least the first one that meant something to him. Over time, the chest had healed, and he was better. It was the memory of what he did for them that made it hurt.

Casting aside the scars in his mind, he returned to his silent venting. He could have finished it! He could have ended his nightmare! No, everyone's nightmare! The very one that was haunting him this stormy night. He never wanted to do what he did, but when he learned the truth that his nightmare was still alive, he had to do something to protect them in the long run. Even if it turned into…betrayal, which he felt sorry about; especially towards her. To Astrid.

The memory of her pained him, which he quickly tried to drown it away with thinking of the end result. No matter what happened, or how it happened, he was able to lead his enemy away from those he still called friends, family as he wanted it to be. It was a thought that he clung too for the last three years. His driving force really.

The dragon's silhouetted head quickly snapped to the right in the orange glow of the dying fire, as if listening for something. He was no fool, and was always dependable when it came to their surroundings.

"Are they here friend?" The 21 year old whispered calmly, silently throwing a layer of loose dirt on the fire. Darkness enveloped the two, letting them disappear in the almost magical blackness. The night was there strength, and their hunters played right into their plan. Now they were going to switch roles, and become the predators.

Originally twenty four of the strongest, most feared dragon killers and warriors, were now down to ten. They did get more cautious as the hunt led from island to island and year to year; but no matter what, they were at the disadvantage, regardless of how careful they chased him and his dragon. Maybe tonight he'd get lucky and get another one. Having played this game for three years and some months, he knew when to take a life and when to pass up a kill.

"Spread out in threes…" A voice sounded "Move slowly. Torulf, stay with your machine and do your magic. Ugo, take Lars and Hroth into the trees. Defend Torulf if the boy or dragon attacks him. I know they're here…"

The voice made his blood boil, but quickly ignored the sudden anger. Focusing on his trained ears, he knew they still had some distance to go before they'd get close to where he and his dragon were. Hearing the name Ugo, his eyes narrowed. Another memory shot through his head. Though not his mortal enemies, they were both people he yearned to end.

Suddenly a large hail of fire lit up the infinite darkness, cutting away his most valuable shield. It was almost like a wave of fire! It rolled over the trees and began to burn away at the all that made him invisible. They were attacking his only advantage! If they couldn't see him, they were making it so he couldn't hide from them! This was the second time they did this; the last time was the forest on the other side of the island.

Knowing he was beat before he could even see them, he whispered angrily "Come on friend. We're done here."

The silhouetted dragon let out a huff of anger, knowing full well how his rider felt. Another wasted opportunity, and it was getting old; even for the dragon.

Sighing angrily as well, the rider pulled up the cloak tighter around him a second time and began to silently walk through the heavy woods, not wanting to fly and give their position away.

Being pushed by his hunters like this, he was going to have to do something that he didn't want to resort to again, but now he didn't have a choice.

"Remember Hiccup…you brought this on yourself…and everyone else. I'll make sure you, or one of your friends, help me. Willingly, or not. You owe me that much…" He whispered, walking into the raining darkness that the light from the raging fire couldn't touch. At that, both boy and dragon disappeared similarly to how they lived; as a memory and a ghost.