Why hello, hello, and hello again! I know I'm supposed to be writing The Shapeshifter and Sparrows In Love, but I just couldn't wait to start the sequel to Heart of a Chief!

So here's the prologue! Tell me what you think!

On an island not too far from Berk, a rugged man walked up a deserted beach. He wasn't that old, and must have only been in his thirties, but anyone could have mistaken him for an old man in the state he was in.

He was wearing torn, blood-stained clothes and wore no shoes, meaning his bare feet were exposed to the cold and damp of the archipelago. His hair was tangled and had bits of seaweed stuck in it, and so had his no longer neat moustache.

After what seemed like hours of painfully making his way up the beach, he finally reached a small village. People stared at him as he dragged his now numb feet to the tavern.

As he swung open the door, the room went quiet. The cheerful villagers who had been laughing and drinking were now silent, and were watching the rugged man make his way to the bar.

"Wow, you look like you need a drink!" laughed a man behind the bar, who obviously worked there.

"I'll take everything," muttered the man, to the confusion of the bartender. A split second later, the man pulled out a rusted dagger from beneath his shirt and stabbed the bartender in the face. Immediately, people were screaming and running out of the bar, but the man blocked a few of them off.

"So long since I've killed..." he mumbled. "So long since I've had blood..."

He closed in on the remaining villagers, now blood-stained dagger in his hand.

"Now, stop where you are!" said one of the men. "Or Hiccup will make sure you get what's coming to you!"

Suddenly, the man stopped advancing. "Hiccup? He's ALIVE?"

Some of the villagers stifled a laugh at this. "Of course he is, he's even starting a fami- ugh!" The rest of the man's words were blocked off by the dagger being shoved down his throat.

"That boy should've stayed dead when he had the chance," muttered the rugged man, wiping his dagger on his shirt. "I'm gonna make sure he regrets surviving my shot!"

And with that, he walked out of the tavern.

Savage was back.

SAVAGE IS BACK! O_O

Tell me what you think in the reviews, criticism is welcomed! (as long as it's not too rude, thanks!)