A young boy of sixteen was looking out to sea at the dock solve Berk as if he was waiting for something. The young boy had black hair and had a red Dragon Tail emblem on his left shoulder. This young boy was none other than Gustav and he was waiting for the last members of Dragon Tail to return.

Gustav was wearing combat boots, baggy trousers and a pale white tunic. Around his neck was the fang of a wolf and he was much talk.

The year was 791 it had been seven long years since the fateful that Hiccup and the others disappeared on Cove Island.

"How long are you gonna stared into the ocean, kid," said a voice behind him.

Standing behind Gustav were much older Mulch and Bucket, neither of them had changed apart from getting a few more wrinkles and the beards were a bit greyer.

"Does he see a dragon?" Bucket asked staring around the ocean. "I always wanted to see a dragon."

"There's no dragon, Bucket, but we should get back to the Guild," said Mulch. Gustav just stood there watching. "Gobber will be getting worried if we don't get back."

"What's the looking at it not a dragon?" Mulch asked.

Mulch used hook to pull him down. "He's still hoping that Stoick and the others will return?"

"But what they—"

"I know, but allow the kid bit more," said Mulch.

Gustav looked out at the sea. "I know they're still out there," he said stubbornly.

Berk was still as busy as it always been seven years ago, but sadly the years had not been kind to Dragon Tail. The Guildhall was no more than a rundown tavern which looked as if it would fall apart at any time.

Spitelout slammed his tankard onto the table angrily. His beard was a bit longer now, but he still had that overconfident attitude.

"Where are those idiots?" he said angrily. "If I find those to have lost another member of Dragon Tail, they'll be kicked out."

Gobber, who had fitted a tankard prosthetics, rolled his eyes. He's clothes were covered in ash and he had a large hole on his tunic. He had more white hairs in his moustache and was now the Guild Master, though sometimes Spitelout forgot about this.

"It's a smart idea," said Gobber. "Kick more people out of the Guild when were already shorthanded, if you pardon the expression. And need I remind you I'm the Guild Master, not you?"

"Oh, and what kind you been doing," said Spitelout gesturing to the almost empty Guildhall. "We're practically empty."

"Is it may, or have we lost a lot of members," said Wartihog, who haven't changed a lot apart from getting a bit taller.

"That's to be expected, Wartihog, our Guild reputation and the number of jobs requests just keep going down," said Speedfist gesturing to the board.

Speedfist was now wearing a black jacket and metal braces on his arms. His hair had also grown a lot longer than he had a miserable look on his face.

"He's right," said Silent Sven, with a horrible squeaky voice. "We've only got a handful of them left."

Sven had lost quite a few hairs was had had lost a few hairs over the past seven years, but other than that he was just himself. He somehow regained his voice by an accident that was unknown to anyone in the Guild and it wasn't exactly the voice they wanted.

"I'm still surprised that people are giving us requests," said Speedfist folding his arms.

In a corner sat Helga and Ingrid and they looked even more miserable than normal. They haven't changed at all, but they were so miserable that they hardly even moved.

"You two still can't be bumped can you," said Phlegma with her hands on her hips. "You two ladies should go out exploring or something."

Phlegma haven't changed much either apart from a few white hairs, but she had grown even fiercer that was at all possible.

"But there's nothing to do," said Helga.

"Yeah, it's not like we have any cool jobs or anything," Ingrid agreed.

"That doesn't mean you can slack around," said Phlegma fiercely. "I mean Brila has grown to a nice young lady."

Brila was an employee of the Dragon Tail Guild for about seven years. She had once been a snake wondering the forests, but Stoick found her and discovered that she had been put under the spell. He was able to break the spell and returned to our normal for an ever since then she had been working as a waitress for Dragon Tail, slightly because he had nowhere else to go, but mostly because she was grateful that they freed her from her curse.

She was a twenty-year-old elven woman with short black hair with dazzling blue eyes and was quite attractive. She was wearing a lime green dress and was busy cleaning the tankards.

"We will be fine when Fishlegs gets back," said Helga.

"Yeah," Ingrid agreed.

"When are you two going to realise that Fishlegs is not coming back!" Phlegma yelled angrily.

Silence then fell across the Guildhall.

The silence was then broken when the doors of the Guild opened.

"How pathetic," said a voice behind them.

They turned and saw several heavily armed thugs in the doorway. There were total five of them, their leader was a muscular human, standing next to him was a dwarf holding a massive hammer, next to him was an elf wearing a rob in the last two were average build humans men, one was wearing a cloak and the other was completely bare chested. For them having Guild emblem that was which have the face of an ogre.

"No matter what time I come here the place is always quiet," said their leader. "I guess no one wants to bring the business to your crummy Guild."

"Dragon Tail has lost all its mojo," said one of the humans.

"Tabor," said Spitelout narrowing his eyes.

"I thought I told you never to set foot in here again," said Gobber angrily.

"Come on now," said Tabor. "Show a little respect whenever you talk to your superiors. Twilight Ogre, is the baddest Guild in Berk. You should bow down and kiss our boots."

The men then got to their feet and glared at them.

"You used to be the strongest Guild in Septem, but those days are long gone," said Tabor. "Now you're nothing more than a bunch of worthless out of work Vikings. Look at this don't you call a Guildhall. Have you seen the palace we've got right in the centre of town? One look at our Guildhall it's pretty obvious who can do more for Berk and it ain't Dragon Tail."

"You think you're better than us because you got a big hall?" Wartihog glared.

"Yeah, who cares, we've got more spirit then you can even imagine," said Speedfist.

"Good for you, but you can't make a living off spirit," said Tabor.

"What are you and your lackeys doing here, Tabor?" Gobber demanded.

"We've come to collect this month's payment," said Tabor.

Gobber looked at Spitelout. "You were supposed to pay them, Spitelout."

"If you bothered to give me the money I would have," said Spitelout looking at him.

"You know we wouldn't have to come all this way if you got your act together," said the elf.

"Listen we're having some financial issues with were not getting any decent jobs," said Gobber gesturing to the board. "We'll pay you in full next month. So get off our backs will ya."

"Watch an old man, let's not forget that you wouldn't have lasted this long if we hadn't swooped in and saved you," said the dwarf.

"Yeah, you should be thanking us to take on all your loan and keeping you off the streets like a bunch of beggars," said the human with the cloak.

"If we knew that you were going to charge us so much interest we never would have asked for your help in the first place," Phlegma snarled.

"Want to say that a little louder you all had," said the bare-chested human.

"That's enough!" Gobber yelled. He then looked at Twilight Ogre. "But we all say don't have the money, but will pay you next month. Now get out!"

Tabor responded by kicking him in the face and knocking him to the ground.

"Gobber!" Spitelout yelled.

"No!" Phlegma yelled as he collided into the bar.

"He literally went flying," said the dwarf smoking.

"What did you expect from such a weak Guild," said Tabor.

"That's it!" said Wartihog.

"You crossed the line," said Speedfist.

"Oh, you want to find us," said Tabor as he and his men reach for their weapons.

"Stand down, Dragon Tail!" Gobber yelled as Brila helped him up.

They were reluctant, but follow the order.

"You heard the man, stand down," said Spitelout.

Twilight Ogre then began wrecking the place smashing the tables and chairs and drinking all the alcohol

"You guys are pathetic!" said the dwarf.

"You won't even fight back," said the elf.

"Talk about lame!" said the human with the cape.

Tabor merely laughed as they wrecked the place and Dragon Tail merely just stood there fighting the urge to give them the beat down they deserved.

"Ah, that was fun," said Tabor as he and his goons made their way to the door. "Let's go."

"Right, boss," said his goons.

Tabor looked at Gobber. "You've got one more month and that's it."

They then left laughing their selves silly.

"Are you all right?" Brila asked.

A few minutes later they began tidying up the Guild, but no one was in very high spirits. Then Bucket's sketchbook fell off the shelf and it held pictures of the members of Dragon Tail that went to Cove Island.

Helga and Ingrid to a picture of the younger selves standing around Fishlegs and then broke into tears. Spitelout was also completely heartbroken as he looked down at the images of his two children, Snotlout and Adelaide. Gobber, too, was heartbroken as he looked at the pictures of Stoick, Valka and Hiccup and his team.

"Hard to believe it's been seven years," said Spitelout.

"Feels like it was just yesterday," said Gobber.

"Those were definitely better times," said Wartihog.

"The Dragon Tail Guild isn't the same without those guys," said Speedfist.

"When we found out that Cover Island had been destroyed, we started searching for any sign of them," said Helga.

"But not a soul turned up," said Ingrid depressingly.

"If the Viking Council is telling the truth, the island was wiped out by this Acnologia," said Sven.

"So many different organisations donated their time to help us search, but we didn't find a single clue," said Phlegma.

"It's not surprising though," said Wartihog. "The Ethernano levels we recorded around Cove Island that day were off the charts. In fact the levels were so high that no living thing could ever survive."

"Is Acnologia's roar really that powerful to do such horrific damage?" Helga cried.

Speedfist pulled out a book called the Book of Dragons. "Yes it is," he said. "I just don't think you understand, it destroyed an entire nation all by itself. There's no way anyone could face that monster and lived to talk about it."

"Why did it go and had to kill all our friends?" Ingrid asked blowing her nose.

"Without them, the Guild was doomed it got weaker and weaker and all we could do was watch," said Wartihog. "And while that happened, a new Guild took over Berk."

"Maybe it's time for us to call it quits," said Spitelout.

"How could you even suggest that?" Phlegma yelled.

Spitelout then noticed Gobber been completely silent. "Something wrong, Gobber?"

"I don't know if I can keep this up much longer," he said.

"Don't worry you're doing a fine job," said Spitelout. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "I can be complementary if I want to."

"To be honest I think it was Gustav, who took it the hardest," said Gobber. "Kid hasn't smiled since they disappeared."

Then suddenly they heard a noise outside and everything began to shake.

"What's that sound?" Phlegma asked.

"I don't think I like it," said Ingrid.

"Don't tell me Twilight Ogre again," said Helga.

They rushed outside and saw that it was not Twilight Ogre, but a massive airship was heading straight towards them. This airship in particular was quite familiar to them, because it had a winged horse as a figurehead.

"Is that the new Blue Pegasus ship the Christina Advance?" Wartihog asked.

Then they saw someone standing on the deck and could tell instantly that it was a dwarf.

"Wait?" said Speedfist. "Is that…"

"Not him," Sven moaned.

It was, it was none other than Olatrand a senior member of Blue Pegasus, who allied with Team Asgard and Thor Hammer to take down the Oración Seis seven years ago. He had merely changed at all apart from the stubble he had now grown around his chin.

"What is that foul stench?" said Olatrand. "My, my, this insipid parfum is not a pleasant one."

"Is that who I think it is?" Phlegma asked.

"Looks like it," said Spitelout.

"What's he doing here?" Gobber frowned.

Then to their complete bewilderment Olatrand jammed of the Christina Advance. They expected him to do some sort of perfect landing, but instead he landed face first in the pavement. Fortunately, he had rather a thick so he wasn't injured at all.

"I apologise for making you wait," he said as he got to his feet. "But Sir Olatrand is at your service."

"You okay?" Gobber asked noticing that while he had not severely injured himself he was still quite dazed.

They looked up and saw three handsome elves floating down towards them. They too were members of Blue Pegasus called Arvin, Cavin and Feralan and they have changed either apart from getting more handsomer if was at all possible. They like Olatrand had joined Hiccup and the others with their fight against the Oración Seis.

"You know there are much better ways of getting off the ship than jumping, Boss" said Arvin.

"Especially when I, can use Air Magic," said Feralan.

"Long time no see you guys," said Cavin.

"Wow, it's Blue Pegasus," said Ingrid blushing slightly. "They're so cool."

"Weren't you pining for Fishlegs ten minutes ago?" Phlegma asked rolling her eyes.

"What's this about?" Speedfist wondered.

The moment they landed they quickly approached the girls of the Guild.

"Helga, you're as pretty as ever," said Arvin.

"Uh…" she said.

"You're looking at, Ingrid," said Feralan.

"Well I…" she stared.

"Brila, care to go on a date with me?" Cavin asked.

"Uh…" she said nervously.

"How about you guys tell us what you're doing here!" said Warithog folding his arms.

"Cut it out you three," said Olatrand brushing himself off. "We've got business to attend to."

"Our apologies, sir," they said in unison.

"Hey, Olatrand, mind telling us what you're doing here," said Gobber.

"Man, I shall never forget the sweet parfum of friendship we created facing off those together," said Olatrand facing him.

"We've been flying Christina around Septem to observe ethernano levels around the area and if Archives data analysis is correct all of our hard work is about to pay off," said Arvin.

Everyone and stared at them.

"Are you ready for this?" said Olatrand dramatically. "Cove Island still exists."

Everyone was just stood there in silence.

A few days later, they scrounged up what savings they had to rent a boat and Sven led a recon party. His team consisted of Wartihog, Speedfist, Helga and Ingrid they were sailing towards where Cove Island once stood.

Sven was looking around his spyglass, but saw nothing. "You sure away in the right place?" he asked.

"This is where the Pegasus guys told us to go," said Speedfist using his telepathy to search around the general area. "They said that something was up with the Ethernano levels."

"So what is Ethernano anyway?" Warithog asked looking over the map.

"Hey, if I know. I'm guessing it's magic particles or something."

Wartihog looked from the map to look at him. "Having any luck with your telepathy?"

"I'm not picking up anything at all," said Speedfist as he gave up using his telepathy.

"Maybe we should have brought Gustav along?" Sven asked. "The lad definitely needs something to cheer himself up."

"No it's better this way, because there is no guarantee that they're still alive" said Wartihog.

"That's the grim truth," Speedfist nodded. "There's no point getting everyone's hopes up."

"We'll see, Fishlegs!" Helga and Ingrid cried as they danced around.

"You might want to tell them," said Sven shaking his head. "Though I can't blame them."

"Will you two shut up!" Speedfist roared. That stopped them dancing. "It's been seven years since we last heard from them. We've got to consider the worst-case scenario."

"We know," Helga sighed.

"Sorry guys," said Ingrid apologetically.

They soon reached the location and Sven noticed something weird almost instantly.

"That's weird," he said.

"What is it?" Wartihog asked.

"It's like the breeze just start," Sven frowned noticing the sails weren't picking up any wind.

"Now that you mention it is strangely quiet," said Wartihog.

"And there's no birds," Helga added.

"Whoa, what's going on?" said Ingrid.

Wartihog then looked over the side of the boat and saw something in the distance. Strangely enough it looked like a person.

"Anyone see that?" he asked.

"A person?" said Helga.

"No way," said Speedfist noting something quite unusual. "Whatever it is it's floating above the water."

Sven pulled out some binoculars and looked up to see. "It's definitely a person."

The person was a beautiful woman with very long black hair that touched the water surface. She stood wearing white robes, her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green.

"She's standing above the water," said Wartihog.

"Who could she be?" Ingrid frowned.

They then watch as she raised her hands and suddenly columns of light shot out of the water and the ocean became quite choppy. Everyone on the ship held firmly to the sides so they wouldn't fall off and then something began to emerge out of the water. It was some sort of bright dome with the Dragon Tail emblem upon it and inside was none other than Cove Island completely untouched.

"By Thor, is that is?" said Ingrid openmouthed.

"I think so," said Helga.

"It's Cove Island," said Wartihog staring in bewilderment.

"It came out of nowhere," Speedfist gasped.

Soon the dome vanished and their standing in its rightful place was Cove Island and they watched as it sank back into place. The woman but they saw before then slowly began to turn towards the island and headed straight towards it.

"That woman, she's headed to the shore," said Speedfist.

"Quick, let's follow her," said Wartihog.

They quickly anchored offshore and made their way to the island and began chasing after the strange woman.

"Hold on, Miss!" Sven yelled.

"Wait for us!" Warithog yelled.

The woman however kept on walking or rather floating towards the forest and show no signs of stopping.

"Any idea who that woman is?" Helga asked.

"Nope, I've got no clue," said Sven. "All I know is that she helped us find Cove Island. Maybe she's taking us to the others."

"I sure hope so," said Speedfist.

"Don't loss her!" Wartihog yelled.

"Go, Helga!" Sven ordered.

"Right," she nodded.

Helga then zoomed ahead of them using speed to catch up with the woman, but there was no trace of her.

"That's weird, I should have caught up to her by now," she frowned.

She then saw something that stopped right in her tracks. The others had managed to catch up with her and saw that she was staring at something.

"What is it?" said Sven.

"Yeah, what's the deal?" Ingrid asked.

"Where did she go?" Speedfist asked.

"Do you say something?" Wartihog asked.

They soon caught up to her and saw what she was staring at. Half buried in the dirt was Hiccup, he was covered in bandages and was unconscious. They just stared at him with her eyes widened and mouth open.

"Hiccup!" Sven breathed.

At the Guildhall, Gustav was just sitting at a table looking at the book.

"Hey, Gustav, I hope you're not too upset with staying behind," said Gobber.

"Nah, even if they were lucky enough to find Cove Island I doubt anyone is still alive," he said without looking at him.

"Don't be such a downer, lad. You got release have a little faith," Gobber smiling.

"But they've been gone for seven years," Gustav reminded.

Mulch and Bucket looked at one another and shrugged and Gobber sighed.

"Holy Thor, this don't look even more deserted than it was yesterday," said Tabor. They turned and saw Tabor and his goons standing at the entrance. "Seems less like a guild to me more like a kids club house."

"Tabor, I thought we agreed we'd pay you next month," said Gobber.

"Yeah, I mentioned to our Master, and he said 'No way in hell.' He said that we're going to have a problem if you don't cough up the money," said Tabor as his goons laughed. "You better pay up, because our Master always gets what he wants."

Gustav closed his book and glared up at them. "Screw your Master," he said.

"Watch it, Gustav," Gobber warned, knowing they could only push them so far.

"You're not getting any more money from us today," said Gustav approaching them.

"I suggest you drop the attitude, brat," Tabor advised.

"You may be able to boss Gobber and the others around that are afraid to stand up against you," said Gustav as a purple flame appeared in his hand. "If they won't I will! I'm not going to let you guys disgraced Dragon Tail's good name!"

"Gustav!" Spitelout warned.

"That kid is gonna get himself killed," said Gobber hobbling along towards him.

Tabor nearly blew away the flame in his hand and then grabbed his bludgeon. "Hate to tell ya, but the name has already been disgraced," he said.

"Leave him alone!" Gobber yelled.

"You can train half your life and there's still nowhere you ever beat me," said Tabor as he raised his bludgeon.

However, before he struck Gustav someone kicked him in the back hard sending him flying across the Guildhall and into the opposite wall. Everyone was completely stunned and Tabor goons turned around wondering who attacked their boss.

"Who the hell," they said in unison.

Suddenly the human with the cape was frozen, the barechested human got struck by an iron club, the dwarf got hit by a battleaxe and the elves was completely crushed by a giant's hand.

When the smoke finally cleared, the ones that dispatch Twilight Ogre were revealed. It was none other than Hiccup and the other members of the Cove Team.

"Look who's back," said Hiccup smiling.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," said Toothless.

They started to enter the Guildhall and looked around as everyone stared at them.

"We're going to need a bigger Guildhall than this," said Stoick.

"I find it rather cosy," said Valka.

"I can't believe it," said Gobber openmouthed.

"No way," said Spitelout stunned.

"You look so young!" Phlegma screamed with joy.

"Yeah, you guys don't look like you aged in seven years," said Mulch.

"Did you have a nice holiday?" Bucket asked.

"Uh, well…" said Ruby.

He then started to explain what had happened to them and why they hadn't changed in seven years.

A a few days ago, Sven and his team were trying to wake Hiccup up, who looked as if he been hit by an avalanche.

"Hiccup, wake up!" Wartihog said as he shook him.

"Pull yourself together!" said Speedfist.

"Come on, man, you've got to get up," said Helga.

Hiccup then began to stir and rubbed his forehead. "Man, what hit me?"

Next second he found himself being crushed to death by Helga and Ingrid. "You're alive!" they cried.

"Thank, Thor!" said Sven.

Hiccup managed to pull himself free from Helga then Ingrid and stared at them. "Mind telling me what's going on? What are you guys doing on the island? Why do you look so much older?"

They didn't answer his questions and instead began to cry ferociously.

"You haven't change a bit in all this time," Sven cried.

"Since when were you able to talk, Sven?" Hiccup stared.

Helga and Ingrid then heard several moans and turned to find Toothless also half buried in the dirt.

"Uh, is it morning already?" Toothless groaned.

"Toothless!" they cried and began digging him out.

"The last thing I remember was being hit by Acnologia?" said Hiccup rubbing his forehead. He then looked at them frantically. "Wait, where's everyone else?"

"Fear not, they are alive and well," said a voice.

They looked up and saw looking down on top of them for me hill was an elf. He was barefoot and appear to be wearing some old elven garments and had a cane in his left hand. The strangest thing was that he bore a very strong resemblance to Hiccup apart from the long hair, pointy ears and blue eyes.

They all stared at him completely bewildered looking at him to Hiccup.

"Who are you?" Hiccup asked. "Why do you look so much like me?"

"I mean you know harm and to answer your question the reason I look so much like you it's because I'm your ancestor," he said with a smile. "I am Dragon Tail's First Master, my name is Hiccup horrendous Haddock the First."

Everyone stared at him openmouthed.

"I imagine you have any questions, but first let us find your friends," he said.

They began to follow him with about a million questions in their heads and slowly he reunited them with the rest of the Cove Team. Sven and the others were so relieved to see them alive, Helga and Ingrid were particularly pleased to see Fishlegs alive and well though they were quite shocked to discover that Alvin was there with them.

Once they were all together he began to explain what had happened to them.

"Once the dragon attacked I was able to convert the bonds of trust and friendship between your Guild Mates into pure magic power. Their bonds were so strong, the Dragon Shield was activated. One of the three grand Dragon Spells. It is an absolute defence spell capable of protecting the Guild from all manner of evil. Those inside the impenetrable barrier were in a suspended state, it has been seven long years, but the spell is finally been lifted."

"Odin's beard, to think that we were saved by Dragon Tail's Founding Master," said Stoick in surprise.

Hiccup the First merely shook his head. "No, no, I merely corporeal," he said as he began to fade. "I merely used what energy I had left to convert your bonds into magic power. Your unwavering conviction and your love one another, they're what brought forth this miracle." He then looked down at Stoick. "You should be proud of the Guild you built, they're wonderful."

"Hang on," said Sven. "Before you go can you tell us about woman we saw was?"

"Ah, her," said Hiccup the First. "She is known as the Chronicler and she is as old as I. Her duty to write what she sees and only interferes when need be. She possesses the power to see the future and it was she that created the Arc of Time Magic. Whether you see her again is another thing, but what you experienced was something that people usually witness once-in-a-lifetime."

He then vanished.

Back in the present, Stoick had just finished their tale on how they survived.

"Well, that's it," said Stoick.

Hiccup then saw Gustav, who just stared up at him completely speechless.

"Gustav?" Hiccup said shocked. "I hardly recognise you, you've grown so much."

Gustav was trying to hold back tears, but found that completely impossible as was everyone else in the Guild. He finally couldn't hold back and smiled at them for the first time in seven years.

"Everyone, welcome back," he said.

Meanwhile, Hiccup the First's spirit was still on Cove Island and he was meditating in front of the place where Drago had once been imprisoned.

He then felt a gust of wind. "I thought that you said that you would never interfere with the mortal plane," he said opening his eyes.

Their standing in front of him was the Chronicler. "I only interfere when it was necessary and they needed guidance."

Hiccup the First looked at the broken chains. "He's free now."

"I know," said the Chronicler sighed. "It would seem as if another war is inevitable and the future is so crowded that I can barely see anything. Though your descendant will be in the middle of it all, my love."

"Then let us hope that he is able to defeat your brother once and for all."