Hiccup was on a sailing boat with Toothless as they began making their way to Cove Island, the resting place of his ancestor. Neither of them had been there ever since the S-Class trials and hopefully this time it would not be as eventful.
The island was just as they remember to, completely overgrown and they kept making their way towards the grave. The only problem was that neither of them knew where the grave was, they never reach that far in the S-Class trials, but they knew that he would be buried beneath a tree.
"Enough trying to find a grave marker in this forest is like trying to find a needle in a haystack," said Hiccup.
"In hindsight we put we should have asked Ruby where she found the grave before coming here?" said Toothless.
"Can hardly go back now," said Hiccup and his thought return to Astrid.
"You're thinking about Astrid, right?" Toothless assumed.
"And that easy to read, huh?"
"Pretty much."
"It's not like that I wanted to leave, but I have to get stronger and going on this journey is the only way to do that," said Hiccup. "We may only have a year before Drago made his move and that is not a lot of time to do training."
"So why are we heading to the First Master?"
"Maybe I'm hoping for some spiritual guidance."
Then suddenly they came to the edge of a cliff that overlooked the valley and that's when they found several ruined buildings in it.
"An old village?" Toothless stared.
They began to investigate, most of the buildings were now wrecked and were covered in foliage.
"It's totally overgrown," said Hiccup.
"Yeah, it's practically part of the forest again," Toothless agreed. "We would never have seen this from the ocean."
"I had no idea that Cove Island had a town."
"Neither did I, but I don't think we've ever been to this side of it before."
"Now that I come to think of it, Ragnar did mention that there was some sort of ruins on the island," said Hiccup thinking back. He then immediately saw some kind of marking on a large tree growing out of a large building and it had some sort of guild emblem on it.
"As a tree growing out of that building and judging from the markings I bet it was a Guild house," Hiccup assumed.
He then saw a broken sign laying out on the ground. "'Red Lizard'? I've never heard of that deal before."
They kept on investigating and found a house on the outskirts of the town. Judging from the remains it was someone's house, but it looks like a stable house.
"Did someone live here?" Hiccup frowned.
"Looks like a barn for animals," said Toothless scratching his head.
"Something tells me horses would need a sofa," Hiccup frowned as he looked at the sofa in the corner.
"Check this out," said Toothless as he flew to a post.
Hiccup examined the post and saw calculations engraved on the wood. "It some kind of math, but I can't make heads or tails of it."
"But why would someone carve it into the wood?" Toothless frowned.
Soon the two of them made their way onto a hill and began to discuss what they found.
"So if people used to live here what you think happened to them?" Toothless questioned.
Hiccup folded his arms. "No clue, people just don't abandon their homes without a reason. However, I get the extinct impression that something bad happened and either they were forced to leave for… well, you get the idea."
"Whatever the case all of them must be dead by now," Toothless frowned. "I can only assume that the village has been deserted for over a hundred years."
Hiccup then rose to his feet. "We can ponder on what happened to the village another time, right now we need to find my ancestors grave."
They continued looking around the island until eventually they made their way to the very centre and that's where they found it, the grave marker.
"Hey, I think this is it," said Toothless.
"It definitely looks like a grave marker and it is at the base of this tree," said Hiccup.
"So this must be Master Hiccup's grave," Toothless concluded. "We really found it."
"It only took us about five hours," said Hiccup.
They then knelt before the grave and performed a small prayer.
"I was hoping that you would be here in spirit form, to help me with my training," said Hiccup regretfully. "However, I guess that was just too much to hope. Either way I will become stronger and make you proud."
"And I'll be coming along with," Toothless added.
They then left the grave, but Toothless pondered for a moment.
"Hey, if this is where he is buried that you think he was born on this island?" Toothless asked.
Hiccup shrugged. "No idea, he was an elf meaning that he was immortal. Though clearly he has some sort of spiritual attachment to this island maybe that's why Drago was here. I mean the two of them did clash on a number of occasions during the Dragon War."
"We still don't know much about the Dragon War," Toothless frowned.
"I know, but I find it strange that no one had seen a Dragon for 900 years, but the others and I found them quite easily?" Hiccup frowned. "I mean what are the odds that some kids stumbled upon some dragons?"
"That's a good point," Toothless nodded. "There's still so many unanswered questions, like what was your ancestor after the war before he founded Dragon Tail?"
"If it's questions you want, you merely have to ask," said a voice.
They immediately came to a stop and turned and their eyes widened, because standing before them was a tall beautiful woman with jet black hair. Hiccup remember the description that Wartihog and the others gave when they rescued them.
"You're the Chronicler," Hiccup stared.
The Chronicler nodded. "Indeed, I record the history of the world as an observer."
"What are you doing here?" Hiccup frowned.
"I'm here to answer some of your questions," the Chronicler smiled. "Or in truth I'm going to show you them."
Hiccup frowned. "What you mean by that?"
"I think it's time for asked to take a look in the past," she said and then immediately snapped her fingers.
Hiccup suddenly found himself on the hillside overlooking the ruined village, only was no longer in ruins. He could see people walking down the streets, most of them making their way to the Guildhall.
"What just happened?" Toothless asked.
"I have taking you roughly 110 years into your past," said the Chronicler.
"Why?" Hiccup frowned.
"So that you can learn more about your ancestor," she said. "We are here only as observers and no matter what happens we have no power to change any of these events."
The scene suddenly changed once again and they found themselves in the Red Lizard Guildhall. Most of the people in there were thuggish-looking brutes which didn't exactly help the Guild's reputation.
"So how did that Hartbart job and up going?"
"The hardest part was the boat ride honestly."
"Heard that a few of those Blue Skulls writings try to mess with you."
"No they tried all right, but let me tell you they will be trying again. Lesson learned."
"What's going on?" Toothless frowned.
"Back in those days Viking Guilds what exactly as united as they are today," Hiccup explained. "The Council had yet to create restrictions as a result many of the Guilds of today were basically Dark Guilds."
"It was a dark time," the Chronicler agreed. "Guilds were doing everything they could to expand their territorial and they weren't afraid of killing innocents into accomplishing their mission."
"The Council thinks that where bad eggs?" said Hiccup shaking his head.
"Funny you should mention that," said the Chronicler she raised her hand. "Because I think someone familiar has just arrived."
Hiccup looked up and his eyes widened as he saw his ancestor entering the Guild and he wasn't exactly impressive. His clothes were ragged and it looked as if he had been living in the words for centuries.
"That's my ancestor," said Hiccup.
"This island was the place where he was born several hundred years ago, but no one here knows that," the Chronicler explained. "They just basically believe that he is a filthy immigrant and elves today aren't exactly treated well either."
"I thought that I told you neither to come in here again," said a large man, who could only have been the Guild Master.
"A pleasure to see you again Master Zeeself, I bet you're well," said Hiccup calmly.
"When are you going to figure out that you're not welcomed here," Zeeself growled.
"That filthy elf should know his place, I mean he doesn't even know a single spell."
"And he comes in here as if he owns the place."
"He could at least have a bath, he stinks."
Everyone in the Guild laughed.
Hiccup looked the Chronicler. "But isn't he more powerful than anyone in the Guild? I mean he is a Dragon Slayer, right?"
"That's true, but after the war he just wanted to be with nature and the last thing he ever wanted was to harm anyone," the Chronicler explained.
"Still he shouldn't take all this lying down," said Toothless.
"Hiccup was not the easiest person to understand, in fact he is still a bit of a mystery even today," the Chronicler sighed.
The scene changed once again and they found themselves in the house on the outskirts of the city and Hiccup was living inside.
"So this is where he lived?" Hiccup asked looking up at the Chronicler. "This place looks like a stable."
"That is because it is a stable," said the Chronicler. "The Guild Master when the found him in the forest. Funny thing is he was that she there before them so technically there the immigrants."
"Slightly ironic," said Hiccup.
They watched as Hiccup cards the calculations onto the wooden post they were intrigued.
"So he was the one who wrote those calculations," said Toothless.
The Chronicler nodded. "He was probably the smartest man in the entire continent, not surprising considering that he is over 900 years old."
Hiccup then looked at the Chronicler. "What I don't understand is what happened to the village what happened to all the people?"
"You're about to find out," said the Chronicler darkly.
The scene suddenly changed and they found themselves in the town which was now being burnt to the ground. People were screaming and running in all different directions trying to get away from the flames.
"We're under attack!"
"It's Blue Skull!"
"Defend yourselves! Defend your homes!"
There was a mighty clash of Viking for members of Red Lizard and Blue Skull. However, it became abundantly clear that Blue Skull had managed to capture them completely by surprise and were now completely overwhelming the defenders.
"As you can see Guilds often battled one another for status to prove to everyone that they were the strongest guild," said the Chronicler. "It doesn't just happen here, but all across the continent. Tragically war was the only efficient way of removing competition and they didn't care whether they struck innocent civilians are not."
Hiccup shook his head. "I still find it hard to believe that Viking Guilds were like this."
"Believe it, this is a dark day of your history, but it's not the only one," said the Chronicler regretfully.
"Where was the First Master and all this?" Toothless asked. "I find it very hard to believe that he would lead innocent people die, even if they were terrible to him."
"You're right, he wouldn't," the Chronicler nodded. "Unfortunately, it was quite a distance away during this conflict and by the time he got here the barrel was pretty much done."
"Who is the one attacking?" Hiccup asked.
"That would be Blue Skull, they're rivals of Red Lizard," the Chronicler explained.
The leader of the attack was now looking down at Zeeself.
"Looks like this is goodbye, Zeeself," he smirked.
"No way!" Zeeself roared and then unleashed a powerful burst of flames from his hand.
However, the squad leader dealt a few powerful slashes against his body and he fell to the ground.
"Let's burn this entire island to the ground," the leader announced.
"I won't let that happen," said Hiccup's voice.
Everyone turned and saw emerging into the ruined city was none other than Hiccup.
"And elf?"
"He doesn't look too strong."
The leader smirked. "Do yourself a favour pal leave you can."
"And let you burn down my home, I think not," said Hiccup.
"Don't say that I didn't warn you," said the leader and then looked to his men. "Attack!"
The immediately old charged at Hiccup, then fierce flames began to cover his body an extended towards the attackers.
"By the time Hiccup had joined the battle it was already lost, but he was able to save the island before it was burnt to the ground," said the Chronicler. "After the flames die down he began looking for survivors, but there were none and only ash. In that one fateful night every human on Cove Island was wiped out and that is how it would stay for seven long years."
The scene then suddenly changed as free people emerge from a rowing boat. Hiccup can believe his eyes as he recognised two of them as younger versions of Wade and Runa. The third person he had only seen in photographs, but he knew him as well that was his great great grandfather, Grimbeard the Ghastly.
"So this is Cove Island, huh," said Wade. "This place is certainly a marvel, as you think about coming here for my holidays."
"Do try and take this task seriously will you Wade," said Runa.
"Come on, you know I take everything seriously."
Grimbeard was sleeping on the boat when he suddenly turned over and landed in the water. Seconds later he emerge out of the water with a large smile on his face.
"Land O!" he cried.
"So why do we bring this guy?" Wade questioned.
"This is going to be awesome," Grimbeard smiled. "I'm sensing treasure ahead, now let's now that orb."
The Chronicler smiled. "It was upon this day that destiny sent countless things in motion. It is now time to show you Dragon Tail's Origins."
