I had to delete the other story and make this one. Exactly the same. Hali-verse and all that. I wanted to ensure you would all be notified of this. Now, what I am going to try to do is update at least every other Sunday for this story. The other ones, I'm still trying to figure out a schedule. So I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you all enjoy. And, yes, I got the genders and names right this time.

Five Years Later

This... is Berk. The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises.

In the crevice between two houses stand five sheep, all of them shaking and their eyes scanning the sky wildly. Each one of them bleats nervously.

Life here is amazing, just not for the faint of heart.

The cluster of sheep quickly shuffle out from the crevice. They form a circle with each one facing out. Avoiding the dragons whooshing about, they huddle together in a shadowed spot.

You see, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, we Berkians prefer...

The sheep, with an orange, green and yellow target, is slightly out of the shadow. The four other sheep take this to their advantage and quickly shove the targeted sheep into the light, visible to the fire-breathing reptiles above.

A little something we like to call-

The targeted sheep, finally realizing what was happening, bleats in protest as his hooves drive into the ground. A whoosh sounds above. He only has a split second to look up in alarm before he is snatched up into the air.

DRAGON RACING!

The sheep in the clutches of a Gronckle gives a stammering bleat. The Gronckle is now being followed by a Zippleback, a Monstrous Nightmare, and a Deadly Nadder. These dragons zoom past a crowd of cheering Vikings who are all sitting upon bleachers supported by wooden stilts sticking out from the water. In the center of the bleachers is a podium with banner painted with red and with a dragon. Standing on the podium is Stoick the Vast, Spitelout, Gobber, and Gothi.

Riding the Gronckle is Fishlegs. He is 19 years old with blonde hair and green eyes. He, along with everyone else involved in the Dragon Racing, has war paint on. The paint on his face is an orange and green ring starting and ending at his eyes. His Gronckle, Meatlug, has orange and green stripes painted on along with circles on her wings.

Looking around himself with a smile on his face, he lets out a trembling whoop. Sharing his excitement, Meatlug grumbles with her tongue sticking out. The sheep in her clutches, however, isn't as excited as the pair.

Fishlegs knew it was a little too easy then and there. From out of nowhere, a Monstrous Nightmare with yellow stripes painted on his wings and body, shoves into Meatlug, ripping the sheep from her clutches.

With a taunting laugh, Snotlout, a brown-hair, blue-eye, 20-year-old, turns around in her saddle with a cheeky smile. "Oh, I'm sorry Fishlegs!" she shouts to him. "Did you want that?" She gestures to the sheep sitting in her lap.

With a glare, Fishlegs urges Meatlug to fly faster. "Snotlout, that was mine!" he groans.

Knowing that Fishlegs would try to catch up, Hookfang suddenly opened his wings, bringing him to an abrupt stop while Fishlegs and Meatlug kept going. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, both with blond hair and blue eyes and standing at the age of 19 and riding a Zippleback painted with yellow and blue, catch up to the smug rider of the Monstrous Nightmare.

Bearing a smirk, Snotlout tosses the sheep to Ruffnut. "Here, Ruff," Snotlout says. "I'll give you a shot at winning this time."

Ruffnut chuckles. "You just made the worst mistake of your life," she says quietly. Ever so slightly, she nudges Barf, the head that she rides, and he lets out a steady stream of green gas.

Tuffnut, on the other head named Belch, laughs. "Alright, let's blow this place, Belch!" he shouts. Belch ignites the gas with a spark which causes Snotlout to be left in the smoke.

The twins, now in the lead, rush to a panel standing near the bleachers with the other dragons following close behind. On this panel show five dragon head blackboards, all representing the five main dragons involved in the dragon race. Ruffnut, with the sheep in hand, leans over and slams the sheep into the net hanging below the panel with the Zippleback heads.

With a deep laugh, Stoick addresses the crowd. "That's nine for the Twins, Ashter lags with three, Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with none." He looks to the last blackboard painted with the face of a Night Fury. "And Hali... is nowhere to be found."

Gobber comes up beside him, giving a chuckle. "Scared her off with the big talk, didn't ya, Stoick?" he asks, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

Ashter, flying atop Stormfly painted with blue and orange, comes up beside Snotlout and gives him a good whack on the head. "Snotlout, what are you thinking?" he asks, righting himself and his dragon. "They're gonna win now!"

Rubbing her head, she gives a shrug to her friend. "I'm bored," she says simply. "Besides, I'm trying to get on Ruff's good side."

"Since when do you try to get on someone's good side?"

"Good point."

Now, dragons used to be a bit of a problem. But that was five years ago. Now they've all moved in. And, really, why wouldn't they? We have custom stables, all-you-can-eat feeding stations, a full service dragon wash.

The riders, now chasing each other down, race through a cave filled with long pieces of wood painted colorfully. Dragons of young and old sit atop wooden perches. Then, flying through the village, they pass a baby Gronckle who suddenly sneezes and unintentionally sets a house on fire. Ashter rolls his eyes and rushes to a network of aqueducts suspended over houses. He yanks a rope, opening the chute, quickly drenching the flames in water.

And top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so myself.

Now Stoick, studying the field with an amused expression, says, "It's time, Gobber."

Gobber, who was been waiting for this, nods with a grin. "Righty-ho," he says. Then he addresses a Viking standing atop a podium with a large, dragon-horn. "Last lap!"

The Viking nods and blows into the horn, giving the riders the signal.

"The black sheep!" Ashter cries excitedly. "Come on, Stormfly. We can still win this." The other riders share Ashter's excitement.

Gobber, now standing in the plaza with a catapult at hand, bends over to the cargo. "This is your big moment," he tells the black sheep who is munching contentedly on grass. "Have a nice flight!" The sheep tenses up immediately before he is sent up into the air, ready to be captured by the other riders. Ashter is the first to see the black sheep with the yellow target.

He steers Stormfly into a steep climb to reach it. "Up, up, up, up, up!" he shouts. Before he knows it, Fishlegs swoops in and snatches the sheep. "NO!"

"Yes!" Fishlegs cries. "Good job, Meatlug." Catching sight of Ruffnut, Fishlegs tosses the sheep to her. "Here you go, darling! Mine's worth ten!"

"Yeah the black sheep!" Ruffnut yells happily. She grips it tightly, a grin making its way onto her face. "I'm totally winning!"

Fishlegs pulls up beside her with a goofy grin on his face. "We're winning together." Ruffnut shoves Barf into Meatlug which sends her and Fishlegs into an unmanageable spin. Fishlegs rams into Snotlout that knocks both of them tumbling against each other.

"No one can stop me now!"

"Except me," Tuffnut says, turning to his sister. "We're attached, genius." With that, he grabs for the sheep and begins a small game of tug-of-war with the twins' usual banter of stealing each others' glory.

Ashter, in seeing their distraction, jumps to his feet, balancing on the saddle. Stormfly flies right to the fighting twins and allows Ashter to jump onto the back of the Zippleback. He runs across, grabs the black sheep and flips off the dragon and lands back on the saddle of Stormfly. With a laugh, he shouts, "Gotcha!"

The twins' amazed protests are heard behind the blond dragon rider. Unfortunately for him, Snotlout appears in front of him with a hammer ready to go. "Uh, excuse me!"

"Stormfly!" The Nadder quickly dips, leaving Fishlegs to take the blow with a CLANG! The crowd cringes at the sound.

Ashter, who is now ducking below the suspended panel, takes a quick spin with Stormfly, barely grazing the ocean water. The flip over the panel and Ashter slams the black sheep into the net.

"That's 13!" Stoick shouts. "Ashter takes the game!" The crowd cheers for the victor in the brown winter coat.

Yep, Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger.

Do you remember that auburn-haired girl who was lanky and looked down upon? The girl who fell in love with a dragon? That girl has transformed. Into a daredevil and the best dragon rider Berk has ever seen.

Riding the Night Fury across the ocean with a wake behind them is a girl standing at 6'1" with armor the color of the Night Fury's scales. Straps and latches are kept on my small, metallic buttons. Leather padding is visible under the black breastplate and shoulder-pads. Her helmet, black as well with a brown mouth cover, has spikes on the top, resembling the spikes on the night Fury's back.

They zip under and over the Thunderdrums swimming in the vast open sea. The girl, now sitting up from her previous position of lying straight down the saddle, now nudges her dragon and they charge into the clouds. They pull off the daring tactics that have been practiced enough for the sense of effortlessness.

Now, flying with Timberjacks scattered across the sky, the girl locks the reins for the saddle out of the way. She leans over and taps the Night Fury on the head. "What do ya think, love?" she asks, her voice sweet and full of excitement. "You wanna give this another shot?"

"Oh not this again," the dragon replies, his translated voice only available to her. "You know how it went last time."

"Toothless! It'll be fine. I only ended up with a damaged prosthetic." She bends over the saddle and clicks a lever, locking the prosthetic tail fin into place. She then unhooks from the saddle. "Ready?"

"Shit..."

Closing her eyes, she slides off the saddle, yelling and plummeting head-first. Toothless dives after her. He quickly catches up with her, falling at the same speed. The girl peers at him happily through her mask. Despite Toothless' protest earlier, he's having fun and sticks his tongue out in the wind to prove it.

"Now, Hali!" he tells her, seeing the ocean come too close for his liking.

Hali quickly curls in on her self and yanks a pair of leather flaps. These flaps cause sheets of leather to open up along with her arms. They catch the wind, sending her back up into the clouds. Toothless then unfurls his own wings and glides along with her.

He can hear Hali laughing with adrenaline. She looks back at him, excitement clear in her bright green eyes. She then spins a part of her armor that reveals a leather spike on her back made for the advantage of aerodynamics.

"This is amazing!" she shouts as Toothless fires beneath her, keeping her elevated. A few cloud layers pass and reveals a tall rock formation coming right at them. "No longer amazing. Toothless!"

"Oh bad!" Toothless pours on speed in an attempt to grab Hali.

"No, no, no!" The stack's too close.

"Brace yourself!" Toothless quickly fires at the sea stack and grabs the girl, wrapping her in his wings as they plunge away from the flames. They crash onto a small island, ramming into trees and rocks.

So yes, this was the first chapter of The Anger of Bludvist. I hope you enjoyed this. I know I did.