His name was hiccup horrendous haddock the third and he was a failure, always had been, too small, too weak, and too powerless, they thought he was harmless. They would always think this nothing would change their minds, but oddly he was okay with this. It meant he was free to do as he pleased knowing that he would never have any bearing on anyone, they just considered a burden to them anyway. It's just the way things were, it was his place.

Then one night he became more he had met someone, well something, that had seen him, noticed him, and respected him, his friend. But fear has a way of changing people, and tainting the hearts of men, their greed and envy feeds hatred, their vanity demands of them glory no matter the cost and his problems started as is all too often with a girl.

She had followed him, he would say the she betrayed him but for that to be true she would have had to recognize him as a person, and to her he wasn't. She brought men to take them, she had his friend killed to feed her own vainglorious ambition. He saw the look on her face as they executed his best friend, satisfaction, pride, and is that guilt? She felt guilty, no it's a lie he had trusted people before and never again.

But as he thought that nothing could get worse, he forgot the nature of pain, misery loves company. It was a dull bleak morning when he came downstairs in him and his fathers' hut in Berk. He was greeted with the faces of not only his father but also of many of the village's warriors, he knew exactly what came next, exile.

He simply nodded and walked wordlessly out of the hut, when he did he was met with a mob, the friends and family of all those who had been lost in dragon raids over the years. They shouted things at him, to them he was a monster, a demon, and in their eyes he was responsible for every death ever incurred by the dragons all for an act of mercy. The farther he walked into the city the more frenzied the crowd became, they shouted threats and hatred, but he cared not, he deserved it. He had failed, failed to save his only friend from the true monsters, the ones that reside in the hearts of men.

Suddenly something struck his face, he didn't know what hit him but he reached up to feel his face, blood ran from his left eye , maybe his pain would sate them. But he would not defend himself he understood that he was as good as dead and that there would be no one to save him this time, he was already dead his body just didn't know it yet, even if his mind and heart did.

As hiccup boarded the small vessel that would serve as his ferry to exile he remained as stoic as his father's name, he had long since drown out the shouts of hatred and anger and heard nothing. He did hear however something, it was small and pathetic maybe that was why he heard it over the others, he identified with it. He allowed his eyes to drift upward, slowly scanning over the crowd until he found it.

The pathetic noise had come from a blonde haired woman that he had once adored every feature of. Now those gentle features were a beacon to him, a beacon of hatred, of the cruelty of man, and most of all it was a beacon of the future. In that moment he decided that he would not die, that this night would not see the end of him, he would have vengeance for a thousand wrongs done to him by the hand of man, and more so he would have vengeance for a fallen friend.

As he stood on the ship ready to depart the skies began to send the winds into a flurry, howling in the air. The seas lapped viciously at the boat threatening to capsize it before it even made it to open sea, but the chief's word was law and his vessel would be delayed no longer. His father stepped forward silencing the crowd "Hiccup horrendous haddock the third you are no longer welcome on the island of Berk, for your crimes against our people, you have been sentenced to exile, do you have anything to say in your defense"

Hiccup simply remained silent as the storm grew fore furious that it had been denied its bounty for so long, instead he walked over to the only line tying him to everything he knew in this world and wordlessly untied it before taking control the ships sheet lines and venturing out to sea.

As his ship grew a couple hundred meters out from the port all of Berk watched as the wretch of a demon died when his ship was struck by lightning, sending the burning remnants to the bottom of the sea but the son of man is not so easily vanquished.