A/N: Hello everyone! I've go a new story, as you can see. It takes place 70 years into the future, with new characters. Don't worry, don't worry! Hiccup and the gang are still there, but, as in the description, the main characters are three young girls, trying to find the past of the mysterious murderer of their Chief. Who's the Chief? Well, you'll have to read to find out...

Warning: This may become a tearjerker. I'm not sure. If it does, then I did not try to turn it into one. I'm just trying to make a mystery story, so please don't judge too harshly *holds up hands as a sign of innocence*

Hi! My name's Kadlin. Just Kadlin; my parents died in a dragon raid, so I never knew my last name.

'A dragon raid?' you may wonder. We are at peace with the dragons, yes...all except this one. Or two. We don't know how many there really are. Anyway, this dragon hates our Tribe as far as hate can go. No one's ever seen it, all we know is the remains of houses so burnt that there isn't any possible way to fix them.

Berk used to be a home of beauty.

Our forests are now just dead trees with ash strewn grounds, the village mostly piles of rubble. Our town is very poor, and because of this, no traders come. So we are stuck like this. It all started ever since our Chief died about 10 years ago. He and his whole family vanished under mysterious circumstances, and ever since, once a month, our village is cursed upon by that demon-driven dragon.

We have a new chief of course, but he's not the wisest, which is only worse for our poor Tribe. All he wants to do is fight the dragon, which is absolutely impossible, especially is your only weapons are sharp pieces of metal and the occasional kitchen knife. Our dragons help, yes, but they really can't do much. They definitely can't fight the dragon-thing, their as scared as possible when it comes to attacking it.

So yeah.

We're kinda stuck.

I woke up that morning on June 10, or at least I think it was, with the nudging of my dragon, Abumagi, a Deadly Nadder who's name meant "Scales of Energy". I usually call her Magi. She was a brilliant shade of green, with, strangely enough, emerald dragon eyes instead of yellow. "Good morning girl." I muttered through a yawn as I rubbed my eyes. I got up from the floor that was my bed, and walked out of the small shack that was my house. It was located just outside of the main village, near the Old Forest. Magi slept outside under the stars.

She squawked at me and fluffed out her spines in joy as I hopped onto her back. She looked up at me with question, as if asking if I was ready to go. "Come on, Magi, let's go." I said, and she took off into the air, just as the first rays of dawn rose. It felt so good to fly, and most of the time it's hard for me to land instead of feeling the fresh wind and air against my face. But I always had to in the end.

We flew over to the docks, landing next to a rusty old catapult, one of the only ones The Dragon hasn't destroyed. "Oi! Miss Kadlin! If ye wanna keep yer township , ye best get over here!" Arnkel the Stubborn shouted to me from where he was standing next to a pile of boxes, that were probably filled with fish.

"Yes, sir!" I shouted, quickly jumping off Magi, and dashing over to the stacks. I picked up my lucky fishing line from where I left it the other day, and ran to the end of the docks, lined next to fifteen other Vikings. Arnkel barked orders at us, mostly about how Chief Snotlout had made him the boss of the fishing supplies, and because of that, we had to do whatever he tells us.

I'll leave off at that to explain a few things.

You may be wondering what in the world a 'township' is. Well, ever since our village's houses started getting ruined, everyone was assigned a job to keep the town the slightest bit stable. And if you didn't follow that job, you're 'township' would be taken away, and you would be considered an Outcast, and driven away from Berk. Our phrase, "Only the Strong Can Belong" has really taken its toll on our Chief.

Anyway, geting back to the story, I got a bite.

I felt my line tug from my hands, and try to pull away from me, but I held on pulled it in while shouting, "I got one! I got one!" I pulled the slightly frayed rope onto the land to find a big Icelandic Cod flopping around at the end of it. I smiled with joy at my first catch; I only had 19 more fish to catch before I was done for the day! The other villagers next to me smiled at me, and I smiled back. I heard shouts of , "Nice one, Kadlin!" and "Woah, that's a big one! You're so lucky!" coming from two girls' voices, who were the same age as me.

As you may guess, these are my two friends, Aesa and Runa. Aesa was a brown-hair, brown-eyed girl with yak fur lined clothes with a fur skirt. She had a small baby Zippleback dragon teeth necklace, which she said was given to her by her grandmother, a village elder by the name of Ruffnut. She had slightly tattered normal brown boots, and she, unfortunately, had a very soft heart and easily gave into peer pressure. She was regularly bullied by the village idiots (or at least that's what I call them) whenever me or Runa weren't around.

Speaking of Runa, she's a very strange girl. She has ginger hair, and one blue eye, and one green eye. Her face was covered in freckles. She wore a richly looking sleeveless blue tunic with a sheep's wool neck lining, expensive looking boots, and three silver bracelets on each arm. If you hadn't guessed already, she came from a wealthy family. In fact, the only wealthy family in town: the Chief's. She was the granddaughter of the Chief Snotlout, who's family got most of any income the town received, adding more to the Chief's loosing sense of wisdom. She was not at all snooty as you would think. In fact, she hates the status she has, and works like the rest of the villagers, and for a township. She doesn't let being in a ruler's family interfere with her being a normal person in the Tribe.

They were, luckily for us, were given the same job as me: fishing.

As I unhooked the giant fish, I looked to my right where the catapult we landed by was, and saw that Magi had already flown off. Probably joined the other Nadders in search of any left over pieces of mutton from the food storage barn, trying to fill their empty bellies; The Dragon killed off many of the farm animals, leaving barely any sheep left. I walked over to the boxes and placed my fish on the top on the highest one. I looked back at the murky waters, knowing this would be a long fishing day.

Me, Runa, and Aesa finished up about the same time, just as the sun started setting.

I finished first, then Runa. We waited another hour for Aesa to finish up her catches, then walked back to the Great Hall for a conversation. We never eat there any more.

As we walked through the great doors, Runa started up a conversation, and an expected one at that. "So, it's been about a month, it's already the 11 (so I was off a date), so The Dragon should be attacking any day now-" Runa started, only to be interrupted. "Runa, we understand your obsession to find what ever this dragon-thing is, but we can't just leave our town undefended!" I stated. And our township I thought to myself. Runa just sighed and rolled her eyes. "Besides," Aesa started, as we sat down at one of the many tables, "your father would never let you leave Berk in search of a deadly killer." "You both just don't like the sound of adventure!" Runa teased, jabbing a finger at me.

It wasn't true. I longed for adventure. I longed for the day I could leave this burnt and depressed town in search of freedom and fun on the back of Magi. I'm sure Aesa felt the same way.

I rested my head in my hands, overcoming the sensation of joy I always got whenever someone mentioned the word adventure.

I walked back to my house with Aesa, who had left a spoon at my house the last time she visited. I know, I know, a spoon doesn't sound like a big deal. But when your family's poor with nothing, you can be in desperate need of a spoon sometimes.

"I wish Runa would stop talking about that Dragon..." Aesa muttered on our way back, kicking up rocks and dirt, staring intently at the ground. "I know," I agreed, "she doesn't realize what a danger it really is." Aesa said nothing in response. I heard a familiar squawk from above me and looked up to see Magi flying down to me, Nidhogg, Aesa's dark brown Gronckle, who's name meant "Dreaded Striker", was flying next to her. Aesa usually called him Hog.

Anyway, they flew down and landed next to us, seeming to have had their fill of fish and meat scraps, purring with delight. I scratched Magi's head, at the back of her head-crown. She leaned into my touch, squawking with content. I laughed as I scratched under her chin, making her collapse onto the ground. Aesa laughed along with me, and when she tried to scratch Hog's chin, he backed away from her, shaking his head. This just made us both laugh again.

We reached my house in the next 5 minutes, and I sat outside as I watched the stars come out of the sky. Magi snuggled up next to me, and we watched the moon escape from the clutches of the clouds. I pet her scaly head as she laid it down on the ground next to me. I looked up at the sky again, and noticed an odd shape fly across the moon's reflection.

Instant fear pulsed through my heart.

"AESA!" I shouted, standing up immediately. Magi stood up quickly, knowing the danger, and shrieked at the sky as if daring it to do any harm. Aesa came running out of the house, the spoon clutched tightly in her hand, and she turned to me, her expression asking the question for her. She saw my quickly paling face, and she dropped the spoon in sheer terror.

I hopped onto Magi as quickly as I could, and she opened up her slightly tattered wings, ready for take off, the same going for Aesa.

We raced through the air, every second dwelling on us. We soared above the town, to a catapult hidden from The Dragon's view, so it hadn't gotten destroyed, and as we hovered over it, I jumped off my Nadder. I ran to the edge and picked up the huge horn the size of three Terrible Terrors across, and raised it up to my mouth.

I blew.

The piercing sound erupted through the air, all the way to the Great Hall. Every villager heard it, and panic soared through them. Not three seconds after I blew the horn, a shriek echoed through the air, and the first batch of the three houses closest to the Dock lit on fire form an unsuspecting fireball. The fire blinded me for a second, and I instantly called for Magi.

The Dragon had returned for its monthly raid.