An: Fixed a couple of errors

Chapter 1

Hiccup's pov

It had been the start of just another day on Berk, when the whole world got turned upside down. My father, Stoick the vast, was down at the docks welcoming our first visitors since the Red Death, so me and the gang were in the great hall where they were to meet.

By the way my name's Hiccup, yeah I know people around here think a hideous name will scare off gnomes and trolls (like our demeanor wouldn't do that), at first glance you wouldn't think that I was a normal viking, I don't really fit the bill. I'm 5ft 4in in with auburn hair, freckles and luminous emerald green eyes, and to top all that I have a spring-loaded left leg, my friends are Astrid the brave, Fishlegs the wise, Snotlout the arrogant, and the twins Ruffnut & Tuffnut, I can say that if you want something destroyed go to them.

" Who do you think is coming here Hiccup"? Astrid asked

"My Dad said that they are known as the Graybeards." I replied.

Just then my dad walked into the great hall with five men. My father Stoick is a big man, with green eyes and red hair, like almost all viking men he has a muscular figure that intimidates those who cross his path. If you look closely he has freckles a trait that his son inherited by, his red hair is braided at the back and trend of braiding carries on his beard which is intricate in it's many strands. His usual attire consists of a large fur cloak draped over his shoulder, a chainmail tunic with striped pants and fur boots. he also wears spiked braces over his wrists. The five men, four old and one middle aged, all wearing intricate grey robes and all the older members have long grey beards. 'I guess that's where they get their name from.' I thought seeing the grey beards on all but the youngest one, who had some kind of mask covering his lower face.

"What's with all the old guys, I thought that if they can get the chief to listen to them they would younger." Said the idiot - oops I mean Snotlout.

"I think it's because they so old that he respects them." Said Fishlegs.

"Look it doesn't matter the reason my why father respects them, what matters is that the guests are here and they look serious." I said shut everyone in the group up.

"Everyone, listen up." My father bellowed silencing the hall almost instantly, "These five men are the greybeards and they have come from outside of the archipelago to look for the dragonborn." Everyone was surprised because they have heard the tales of the dragonborns, the ultimate dragon slayers, but not everyone was happy because even though things were still a bit rough we just made peace with the dragons here. But before anyone could say anything else my father continued speaking. "Now before you all start shouting about not wanting to kill a dragon let me remind you that there's a chance no one here is the dragonborn, the Greybeards are here to test the people in here and if no one here is the dragonborn their search will go on till they find them. Now master Arngeir will begin the testing." He finished while motioning for Master Arngeir to finish explaining.

"One at a time you will approach the table and hold out your hand." Master Arngeir explained and the first person to go forward was Gobber, who sat at the table and held out his hand which Arngeir took in his own. After a few seconds nothing happened Arngeir let go of Gobber's hand and said "You are not the dragonborn, I'm sorry"

Confused Gobber got up from the table and went back into the crowd as my father goes and sits at the table and holds out one of his hands and the hall erupted into hushed whispers as Arngeir takes his large hand thinking that he would be the dragonborn but I have a gut feeling that he's not. After a few moments my gut feeling proved to be right which confused me as to why I was getting them in the first place.

"I'm sorry, but you are not the dragonborn." Master Arngeir said shocking almost everyone in the hall. So my father gets up and this continues until it's just us teens and the little children.

3rd person pov

The first to go up was Fishlegs, who sat down and held out his hand nervously. Arngeir took his slightly shaking hand and a few moments later Master Arngeir said "I'm sorry but you are not the dragonborn." So he got up and went to another table off to the side and sat down. The next to go up were the twins and they were shoving each other to try and go first. "Next." Master Arngeir said looking at the brawling twins in front of the table as their parents dragged them away from the table so as to stop the embarrassment. Snotlout arrogantly swaggered up to the table and before he could sit down Master Arngeir said "Next."

"But you didn't even take my hand yet!" Snotlout exclaimed offended that this, in his mind, old geezer was telling him no to, once again in his mind, his title and power.

"I do not need to take your hand to know you are not the dragonborn." Master Arngeir said "Next person please." Snotlout stormed off to sit at the table with Fishlegs and the Twins, who stopped fighting by now.

Astrid then approached, sat and held out her hand as Master Arngeir, some type of golden sand formed between their hands, as all the lights went out, leaving only the glowing sand.

It seemed to be singing.

- The Dragonborn Comes by Malukah-

The sand all formed into a dragon that all the vikings have never seen before (mini golden Alduin).

It started flying around Astrid leaving a trail of gold.

The Greybeards all started feeling smiles tug at their lips.

The dragon started flying around the great hall.

It forms weapons and scenes of epic battles being waged.

Slowly it starts turning black while getting larger and larger.

Soon it landed on the extended arm of the masked Greybeard where it then disappeared after looking at Hiccup with eyes as dark as rubies, with the masked Greybeard looking his way as well.

-End Song-

The masked Greybeard spoke for the first time since the Greybeards arrival in a deep almost rumbling sound "It would appear that you are to be an interesting one young one, please step forward." He said while pointing to Hiccup.

"Useless? What's so special about him!" Snotlout shouted while looking shocked that his useless cousin was more special than himself.

"You want to know why, you mewling quim, it's because he to holds the soul of a dragon, but not in the same way as the girl. She is the dovahkiin while the boy is a dovah I have been searching for since the dragon war. So don't you dare insult one of my kiir." The masked Greybeard roared, which sounded like it was from the Red Death, enraged.