HELLO! This is a one-shot for episode 11 of Race to the Edge, "Have Dragon Will Travel Part 2." I don't know if anyone's done a story like this yet. I hope they haven't. I don't like feeling like I'm copying people...

Annnyyywaayysss...new story! Enjoy this...or hate this...whichever one you choose is fine with me. :) Enjoy chapter 1!

"Windshear!" Heather commanded. "Finish him!"

The dragon growled in agreement, raising its tail threateningly. Dagur squirmed against his bonds, and Astrid remained dumbfounded for a few moments before she found her voice again.

"Heather, no!" she shouted. "You promised us a capture mission!"

"Sorry, Astrid," Heather hissed. "Dagur didn't 'capture' my village. This ends...now!" She raised her hand when Astrid tried to step forward, and Astrid instantly froze. Heather grinned smugly, her eyes narrowed at the enemy who had killed her parents.

Even if they weren't really her blood parents.

She was just about to bring her hand down in the final command for Windshear, but then, a plasma blast exploded, and Windshear ducked back down. Before Heather had the chance to shout and demand what had happened, another voice cut through the air like an arrow.

"Stop!"

Heather and Astrid spun around in unison, just as Toothless flew towards them with Hiccup on his back. "Heather, stop!" Hiccup shouted. As Toothless was still flying, Hiccup stood up, jumped off his back, swung on a rope dangling from the mast of the ship, and stopped directly in front of Heather.

He tapped her shoulder to get her attention, and she slapped his hand back. "Move, Hiccup!" she demanded.

"You don't understand!" Hiccup said. "I need to talk to you! See this?" At that, he held out a horn - her horn. The horn her father gave to her. Not her adoptive father, but her real father. For a few moments, she wondered how Hiccup got it, but she couldn't bring herself to care very much.

"What - where are you-" she began.

"Look!" Hiccup pleaded. "This...this is my Dad's Chief seal!"

The closer Heather looked at it, the more she saw how right Hiccup was. It did look identical to Stoick's seal. She took the horn from him, examining it closely. "Stoick's seal is carved on my horn!?" she blurted. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, years ago," Hiccup began in a very story-telling manner, as if he were standing up to recite something in front of a class, "a woman named Valka Haddock, wife of the Chief of Berk, gave birth to two children. Twins. A boy, and a girl. But one night, a mysterious tribe attacked them, and the girl and the Chief's horn were taken by the tribe."

Heather gasped. She could see there this was going...almost.

"You were that girl, Heather!" Hiccup said. "Valka Haddock...she was your mother! And...and she was also my mother."

Now Heather got it for sure. She saw what Hiccup meant.

"Don't you see, Heather? I'm your brother!" Hiccup said. "Your parents...your tribe...they stole you from Berk! They stole you from your family! They were never your parents, Heather! They never cared about you, or for you, or anything! They only wanted you because...they must have thought that having the Chief's daughter would somehow benefit them!"

Heather couldn't believe it. She thought he was joking, for a minute, but what he said added up. It made sense.

The very moment she saw Hiccup, all those years back, there had been an unspoken connection between the two of them. Not a romance, but more of a...brotherly-sisterly friendship that came out of no where. Sure, she had lied to him and everything, but that didn't mean she hated him.

She knew he never thought of her as a romantic partner, either. She could see it in his eyes. He never loved her like he loved Astrid. He loved her as a close friend.

A sister.

How had she not seen it before? How had she not noticed it? She should have. She should have been able to put the pieces together.

"But...but why didn't you look for me?" Heather asked. "Why didn't you and your Dad find me?"

"My Dad said he looked everywhere for you!" Hiccup said. "He looked high and low, left and right...the only reason he didn't recognize you all those years ago, when you came to Berk for the first time, was because we were twins! He thought you would look like me. But, the horn...and the 'not knowing your blood parents...'" Hiccup paused.
"He never told me about you, because he was sure you were dead! He didn't want me to feel guilty, because you were taken and I wasn't..." He looked up at her with his intense, green, analysing eyes.

Her eyes. The same eyes she had. The only real thing the two of them had in common as far as looks went. She studied him; he wasn't lying. She knew a liar when she saw one, and Hiccup was no liar.

So, her family hadn't been killed. Her foster family turned out to be the ones who stole her from her real family. Her life felt like a lie. Her whole life felt as though she had been being played like a harp. She was a tool. Like Hiccup said: They must have thought that having the Chief's daughter would somehow benefit them!

Hiccup was her family. Stoick was her family. She had a family. A real family, who was willing to protect her. Even before they knew they were related, Hiccup always looked after Heather. Family would-

She was brought out of her thoughts by slow clapping. She, Hiccup and Astrid spun around, just as Dagur stood up, his hands freed from the ropes that once tied them behind his back.

"Good show, Hiccup, good show!" he congratulated. "You never disappoint, brother! Or...or maybe you're my uncle! Who knows in this crazy world!" He chuckled darkly, but it stopped abruptly. He scowled, and then, he smiled. "Now! I would hate to ruin this...beautiful moment, but…"

Before anyone could react (even Windshear, despite her speed and quick mind), he drew a dagger out of his belt and held it out threateningly. "Now listen here, Hiccup!" Dagur said. "I'm going to offer you a trade!"

Hiccup crossed his arms. "I'm never trading with you!" he shouted. "Come on!" He motioned to Astrid and Heather, looking ready to run and jump on Toothless. "Let's go!"

"Ah ah ah!" Dagur said threateningly, shaking his finger warningly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you! See, I have a knife, and you know how accurate my throw is...it would be so easy to just...FLING." He pretended to throw the dagger, and he laughed once again. "Kill your sister...or your girlfriend...it wouldn't be hard at all, brother. Not at all. So then. Which one will it be?"

"Which one will what be?" Hiccup snapped, although their was a waver to his voice that said he already knew what Dagur meant.

"Oh, which one should I kill!" Dagur said. "Oh, and don't think about calling the dragons, because if you do, I will pick who to kill."

Heather gasped, as did Astrid and Hiccup alike.

"So then, Hiccup," Dagur said, twirling his knife between his fingers. "Will it be your sister...or your friend?"

Hiccup looked torn. Absolutely torn. Heather could almost feel the worry rolling off him in waves. He wasn't even that close to her - he was a few feet away from her, and nearly two yards away from Astrid, and yet the entire atmosphere changed.

"Go ahead!" Dagur said. "Make your decision!"

Hiccup gritted his teeth. "Heather," he said. "Kill Heather."

It was as if the world had just ended. All of Heather's hopes were crushed. She was devastated. Of course family wasn't everything. Her own brother picked his girlfriend over his sister, which Heather had half expected, but that didn't make it hurt less.

Maybe she had been right all along. Maybe there was no place for her to go. Maybe no amount of running would finally bring her peace. Her family didn't want her...or at least Hiccup didn't. Her foster family was dead, and even if they weren't dead, Heather didn't think she could ever return to them. Not after hearing what Hiccup had to say about them taking her from her real family and everything.

But where else was there to go? Where else was there to run? Where? How? Who was going to be on her side?

She lowered her head, staring at the deck of the ship. Maybe death was what she had coming to her the whole time. Maybe it was her time. Maybe this was the time she died. Maybe...maybe she didn't have a place to call her own. Maybe she didn't belong anywhere.

She didn't dare look. She saw Dagur raise his arm in the corner of her eye, but that was it. She was pretty sure she heard Astrid say something, but she wasn't even sure of that anymore. Nothing mattered. She didn't have friends. She didn't have a family. She didn't have a purpose.

She heard the sound of the dagger cartwheeling through the air, and she shut her eyes, bracing herself for the impact of the weapon in her chest.

But then…

"HICCUP!"

THUNK.

The dagger hit something...but it didn't hit her. It hit something else.

No. Not something else. Someone else.

She heard a thump of something that sounded like weight being dropped onto wood, and when she looked down, what she saw made her heart skip a beat.

Hiccup - her brother - lying on the deck of the ship, between her and Dagur. The knife was lodged in his stomach, all the way to the hilt.