This is my third Fanfic in progress. Hope you enjoy!


[Prologue]

Darius lifted a fist up in the air and let out a shout of delight. There was nothing like flying with your dragon, feeling the wind in your hair.

He may not understand dragons as well as Hiccup or Valka, But he still loved flying.

He bent forward and patted his green Deadly Nadder's neck.

All of a sudden, his hair was whipped into his face. He looked around him. Stupid! You had to go flying at night!

Then he saw a flash of steel before he felt his body get shoved into his dragon, who no longer could fly thanks to the net that held its wings.

He felt gravity pull them down, and the slammed into the ground.

"Ouch," he said, rubbing his head, or at least trying to. Then he became aware of someone standing over him.

A cloaked figure with a mask that was half white, and half black watched him. On the left shoulder of the cloak, he caught a glimpse of a white Night Fury emblem.

The figure put a black boot on Darius' dragon, pushing lightly on its head. "Why are you here?" The figure demanded. Darius thought fast. The voice could be a woman, or a man, he was unsure. But he suspected it was the first.

"I was just flying. I didn't know anyone was here."

The figure stared at him for a few seconds, turning when they heard a strange growling/hissing noise. "I see…My friend here tells me you speak the truth. But I guess I cannot just let you go off easily, even though you are handsome, for a Viking."

Yep, defiantly a woman.

"I'll send you back to where ever you came from, but first…" The figure stepped back into the shadows, only to reappear a bit latter carrying a scroll with a ribbon on it. The same white Night Fury emblem stared at Darius.

"Take this to your chief, have him read it." And with that, the figure waved her hand. Tons of black-cloaked figures descended upon Darius and his dragon, pulling the netting off. One of them held a cross bow and shouted, "Leave!"

Darius got his dragon into the air and flew into the sky. He looked back to see the strange cloaked woman watching him. Then she turned and walked away, the shadows swallowing her, hiding her from his sight.