Now that season one has officially ended, I can head back to writing fan fictions without worrying about new plot or character changes coming up! I've been thinking of doing this story for a while now, and I guess it's about time I gave it the green light.

This story bears no connections to my previous HTTYD stories whatsoever.

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or anything affiliated with it.

Prologue

It was a fateful day.

All of the sudden, an entire tribe of vikings landed on a dark island in the middle of the sea. It was hidden by smoke and fog for generations, but in an instant, an entire army of humans arrived on the island.

Dragon Island.

The tallest and proudest of them the chief with all of his men behind him. They attacked the massive volcano in front of them, signaling their catapults to fire. Rocks were hurled towards the mountain and they eventually forced an entrance to open.

The swarm of dragons immediately flew out from the mountain, eager to get away from the danger that lied below. A monster, a dragon, the size of the mountain itself emerged, shaking the entire island as it did. As the humans trembled in fear and attempted to escape, he showed up.

He, the boy that would change the relationship between humans and dragons. With his dragon, a fearsome Night Fury, the boy managed to defeat the Red Death, freeing the dragons from their haunted pasts of serving their Queen.

But not every dragon would be entirely set free. Even under the rule and fear of the Red Death, the dragons still had their own lives. More conflicts that made living happily a farther dream to grasp. Though some did manage to find happiness after the defeat of the Red Death, most did not find peace to come immediately. There were old problems that needed to be solved. Life long grudges to end. And struggles to come.

With the Queen now gone, it is a perfect chance to attack old enemies, make new ones and finish age long battles.

Every dragon realized this.

As the Night Fury laid on the ground of Dragon Island, it was approached by the chief of the viking village. Slowly unwrapping his wings, the dragon revealed that it had saved the life of it's rider. As the humans celebrated, the life of the Night Fury and many of the other dragons were spared.

But what the humans do not know is that hiding in the shadows in the remains of the volcano, a bright orange Deadly Nadder watched the entire scene unfold. It was the only dragon that refused to leave the island when it was attacked by vikings. Instead, it stayed behind and watched the entire fight between the human boy and the Night Fury against the Red Death take place.

It had to admit that it wasn't like anything it had seen before. First off, dragons opposing the great Queen was already a miracle to see. But the moment the Nadder caught sight of the Night Fury's damaged tail-fin that was replaced by a prosthetic, it knew that there was much more to the story. Especially how valuable the scrawny little human boy was to the dragon.

The explosion of the Queen was an incredible sight as a massive flurry of fire exploded into the sky. In those moments, the Queen was no more.

Eventually, the humans called it a day and headed back towards their home island. It was only then that the Deadly Nadder finally managed to leave Dragon Island. Flapping it's wings, it flew off into the cloudy gray sky. Dragon Island became more distant as it continued.

By the time it was night, the Nadder had reached an island. A rocky island filled with spikes, thorns, cliffs and caves. The island wasn't inhabited by humans. Instead, it was inhabited by dragons.

Swooping down near the sea, the Nadder entered a cave. It was slightly wet as the small waves washed in, occasionally carrying dead fish, crabs or the dragon's least favorite eels. Landing inside, the Nadder walked along the cave, the further it walked, the less light there was.

After some time, the cave widened and the Nadder was now standing in the center of the island. There was not much light, but the Nadder managed to make out four more dragons in the area.

And for the first time in weeks, the Nadder communicated to it's party. 'I have returned, Master. I have to admit it was faster than expected.'

The dark purple dragon in the center of the cave stepped forward. 'So you have.' The leader dragon's voice was slightly old, ominous, yet it had a sense of evil and darkness to it. 'I take it that you found a way to escape the Queen?'

'She was defeated," the Nadder quickly replied.

One of the other dragons in the cave quickly squawked. 'The Queen? Defeated? How is that even possible? She's one of the largest dragons around. Every dragon fears her. What dragon in their right mind would oppose the Queen, let alone defeat her.'

The Nadder turned to face her companion. 'It was Turlough,' it said. 'Turlough has returned.'

Hearing this, the leader purred in curiosity and satisfaction. 'Oh, so the last of the mighty Night Furies has finally had the guts to use it's powers for combat and not raids. I guess he has grown a lot since we last saw him.' The dragon shifted it's stance. 'Where is he now?'

'I believe he's on the Isle of Berk, playing nice with some vikings,' said the Nadder. 'He even saved the life of a human boy, and that boy was riding on his back.'

Even in the darkness of the cave, the Nadder didn't need light to see that her leader was growling. 'This wasn't a part of the plan.' The dragon sighed. 'I suppose we're going to have to make things fair once again. Can't have Turlough cheat in the Games. Speaking of the Games, what about the Princess?'

'The Princess?' the Nadder repeated. 'I believe she is still on Dragon Island, hiding below in the depths of the mountain. I've never seen her myself, but only heard of rumors going around the islands.'

'Will she be ready to be the judge?' questioned the fifth dragon in the cave.

'I suppose she is still young and not as powerful as her mother,' the lead dragon answered. 'But it should suffice this little skirmish. It's time to make some... preparations,' the lead dragon hissed before turning towards the dragon that has been quiet during the whole conversation.

It had sharp spikes all over it's body, and pale white eyes. Features fit for a dragon dubbed the "Whispering Death". The lead dragon eyed it's ally sternly. 'You, head to Berk. Tell Turlough that the Game is about to begin.'

With that, the Whispering Death burrowed itself into the hard rock of the cave floor before decided to flap it's wings and fly out of the cave. The Nadder looked at her leader curiously. 'Are you sure he would be able to find Berk?'

'Of course he will!' the Lead Dragon replied enthusiastically. 'And on top of that, I'm sure Turlough would he happy to see him. Besides, we need time to even the odds.'

'What do you mean?' questioned another dragon.

The Lead Dragon stood up proudly. 'We need to get ourselves some riders. Can't have Turlough being the only one getting special treatment now, can we?' With that, the leader walked past it's comrades and flew off once it reached the edge of the cave, letting out an ear deafening roar. It's eyes glared at the horizon. 'Just you wait, Turlough. We'll finish this soon.'

And now, several months later...

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Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything so I guess my writing became a little rusty. I find it weird how my first chapters are usually short then it gets exceedingly long afterwards.

Thanks for checking this story out!

~Kyra