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For two different species, that were once mortal enemies, to be able to live in harmony with each other and become reliant on each other sounds an impossible task, but I did it. Truthfully it wasn't easy at all, I mean who would have thought Vikings on the backs of dragons? Five months ago my farther would have tied you to a mast and shipped you off for fear of you being mad for saying such impossible things.

This is why I Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III believe in the impossible. We all need a little something in our lives that is impossible to make our lives that much more exciting. Many people say it is impossible for a man to fly without aid of an invention or a dragon, but it is possible. As long as you believe magic and miracles are possible, because if you don't you better stop reading now, because this a book about both.

Crash. The thunder jolts me out of my dreaming and I hear a young child start to cry in hall somewhere. Sighing I pull the blanket around my shoulders around me tighter as I lean further back into Toothless while another clap of thunder sounds out side. It's just as I close my eyes again do I hear the banging. Someone is banging frantically on the doors of the Meade Hall, my farther stands up from his place sat at one of the benches and I get up to follow him as he cautiously walks over to the doors.

"Let me in! Please!" The heart wrenching pleads of a woman are heard when we get closer, what is she doing out in a storm like this without her husband to protect her?

"Dad open the doors! She'll freeze to death out there!" I yell once I realise he is not opening the doors.

"Son, everyone in the village is here, whoever that is they aren't one of us. It could be a trap." My farther tells me lowly even though the majority of the village are looking at us questioningly as the woman's screams get louder and louder while a crack of lighting is heard. How could my farther be so senseless?

"Dad! What are you talking about! Let her in for Thor's sake!"

"A chief most protect his own Hiccup!" My dad's booming voice echoes around the hall as he yells that, "It could be another one of Alvin's traps. I can't risk the village's safety!"

"Please..." There's a long pause between cries which the thunder happily fills, "I'm with child." I glance at my farther who looks torn between letting the woman in and letting her die out there. My farther is so pigheaded, I can't believe he is even thinking this over and then finally he opens his mouth to speak.

"Spitelout open the doors! Quickly!" The doors are pulled open and two figures are revealed, dad yanks them inside before Spitelout slams the great wooden doors shut. The woman who had been screaming is soaked to the bone her blonde hair plastered to her forehead and her dark brown travellers cloak dripping wet and clinging to her body which; reveals an outline of her rounded stomach. In her one arm she holds a small screaming bundle close to her chest, while the other rests on the child's shoulder that is standing next to her.

The boy from what I can tell has muddy brown hair and is about the age of seven, despite his age though I can see he is ready to defend his mother by the way his fingers wrap around the sword that dangles from his belt.

It was silent in the Meade Hall for a whole thirty seconds as my farther eyes the woman and her young. I don't think I've ever heard the Hall this quite before, even the storm outside seems to have quietened down. It's scary.

And awkward. Eventually the silence is broken by the woman. She curtsies to my farther as best she can in her condition.

"Chief Stoick of Berk I thank you for saving our lives." She says as she straightens looking my farther straight in the eye. Im sure I've heard that voice before. Out of the corner of my eye I see Astrid come to stand next to me her face scrunched up in confusion.

My farther dismisses her thanking and with a wave of his meaty hand he beckons her to follow him to a more reclusive part of the Hall near the fire.

"Hiccup come here, Astrid see what you can do about getting them some dry clothes and something to eat." He orders. We sit down at one of the wooden tables my farther folding his arms on the table. Now that we are closer I can see her more clearly. She is only young about early twenties and she has intelligent blue eyes that are currently scrutinising me. She then smiles faintly. She's probably internally laughing to herself about how the great Stoick the Vast ended up with a one legged scrawny fishbone as a son.

"Now you obviously know who I am, so why don't you tell me about you and what you are doing on my island?" Dad says in a low threatening voice scanning her and her son.

"I am an ex resident of Berk, my husband sent me here with our children to seek refuge as he battles Dagur the Deranged, an enemy we have in common if I'm not mistaken. My husband sent me here as he is also a child of Berk and he knew you would protect me Chief Stoick." She explains in a calm voice while rocking her baby as if she has rehearsed the entire thing. Something about her make a ball of nerves form deep in my stomach.

"So tell me then why did you and your husband leave Berk in the first place." Dad asks leaning across the table further his eyes narrowed.

"Let's not play this game Chief, you and I both know who I am. I am Runa Haddock wife of Dag Haddock the heir of Berk and these are my sons Asger," she motions to the older boy, "and Bryjar Haddock."

Even though the hall had returned to its original noise level that sentence made everyone go silent, again. Everyone was watching my dad and I's reaction.

"Are you trying to tell me my son is alive?" Dad asks through clenched teeth, although it's easy to see he is trying disguise the hope in his eyes. I'm starting to feel a little dizzy as my brain, the only muscle I have, starts to have a mental break down.

"Yes sir, Dag and I survived the Night Fury attack that you thought killed us all those years ago." Runa states her eyes gazing over my shoulder to Toothless, the fear that I expect to see on her face is absent though. I don't have that much time to ponder it though as the room dances around me and I feel myself falling backwards into darkness.