Hey everyone! So this is my first Fanfiction and I'm pretty excited about this. I do not have a beta and grammar is not my strong point so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I have made. If you have any constructive criticism I will greatly appreciate it=) Well I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

It had only been a few hours since Hiccup had been chosen to kill the Nightmare and the entire town was still buzzing with excitement. Stoick, Gobber and Spitelout along with the majority of the town were in the Great Hall drinking ale, eating and talking merrily. There seemed to only be two people absent from the hall. Hiccup and Astrid were nowhere to be found, though not many people noticed Astrid's absences and they were used to Hiccup disappearing right after training every day.

"I tell ya that boy has a way with the beasts," Gobber said, the ale in his hand sloshing about as he gestured wildly to the listening crowd.

"I never in a million years would I have guessed," Stoick shook his head in disbelief. Of course he was overjoyed that his son was finally going to become a true Viking, but it didn't stop the question from coming to the forefront of his mind. Why? Why did Hiccup pretend to be such a disappointment all these years if he really had the makings of a great Viking in him? And if by some chance Hiccup hadn't been pretending then how had he become so good as to graduate first in such a short time?

Thunder rumbled outside, the sheer fact that they were able to hear it over the din in the Hall was enough to quiet everyone down. Another rumble this time even louder, shook the hall. A sudden flash of blinding white light filled the hall as the ground shook from the loudest roar of thunder yet. Then just as suddenly as the storm started it stopped. Stoick, being one of the few that managed to stay upright through the storm, helped a few Vikings nearby to their feet all the while his eyes scanned their new surroundings. It was quite obvious that they were no longer in the great hall, for this new room had towering stone walls that never seemed to end and comfortable looking chairs littered the stone flooring. Torches lit the hall bathing the ground in orange light. However the thing that really set Stoick on edge about this new place was the fact that he couldn't see a door anywhere. The fallen Vikings had finally risen and were whispering to each other, trying to figure out what was going on. Gobber sidled up next to the irate chief.

"Do you by any chance know where we are Stoick?" the man asked.

"Not a clue, but I plan on finding out." He hoisted his ax up and opened his mouth to call out when a woman spoke.

"No need to shout or get defensive, no harm shall come to you while you are in my hall."

"Who are you and why have you brought us here?" Stoick yelled up towards the darkened ceiling where he thought the voice was coming from.

"I have many names, but you can call me the Nighthawk and I have brought you here to show you the past, the present and part of the future of your village from the view point of one of your own. A boy that none of you truly understand and appreciate. Hiccup is his name I believe." What the Nighthawk said startled everyone. How was she going to show them the future? And how was what happened in the past from Hiccups point of view any different from theirs. However Stoick had a more pressing question when he realized that his son was not in the room with them.

"Where is Hiccup?" he growled.

"In Berk, frozen in time just like the rest of your world until you return. Which I hope will only be in a few hours, but that doesn't mean we need to begin. So if everyone could take a seat facing the screen on the wall behind you, I would appreciate it." The Vikings turned towards the screen and took seats on the couches. Astrid, who had been right outside the hall when the storm had hit, sat on one of the beanbags. She was worried about what would happen to Hiccup if the entire village found out about Toothless. The rest of the teens (minus Hiccup of course) quickly surrounded her on their own beanbag chairs. When the last of the Vikings finally got at least semi-comfortable the torches went out and the screen flickered to life.

So? How did I do? I really hope you at least semi-enjoyed it and I hope to get the next chapter up this week. Please review, It will make my day!

Artemis Nyte