Okay, some of you may know Alyssa from my other HTTYD stories but in this one, it's an alternate reality where at a young age, she was sent off Berk in a diabolical plan to be trained as a killer on Outcast Island by her father then sent back when she becomes older to deceive the others and destroy them from the inside. What will happen? There's only one way to find out.

If you know her from my other stories then you'll notice that she'll be slightly OOC.

"You can't stay here. Not on Berk, not anymore." Slade, my blood-related father had told me when I was still rather young. "There's a boat behind Thor's beach, there's a large crew of Vikings there. They'll take you away from here. You leave tonight, no good-byes."

I knew better than to question why. I was going to miss my only dear friend, though I've only known him for over a month surely but I'm also sure that he'll do fine on his own. I mean, he may not look it but he's strong. Stonger than most people think.

I don't remember his face, his hair, his body or even his name. I only remember the look that was permanantly in his eyes. They were always so hurt-looking, empty and lonely. His eyes were very beautiful, though, I don't care what anyone else says. I can't help but wonder about him from time to time.

"Now, get out of my sight. Hurry up and go." He gave a harsh shove to my back and it forced me to the door. I looked around hesitantly then walked out.

It was very dark, very lonesome, but not at all terrifying. The forest that I had to walk through to get to Thor's beach, it wasn't scary either. I squinted a bit to see better since not too much moonlight reached through the thick trees of the forest and almost before I knew it, I was at Thor's beach with many large Vikings that didn't give off a friendly presence.

"Ah, there ya are." The largest one, the leader I presume said. "You must be Hudson. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Alvin the Treachourous, a good friend of your dad's."

I didn't speak, I wasn't given permission.

"Odin's ghost, Slade wasn't lying. You really can be quiet." Alvin pointed. "You have free permission to speak as long as you're with us, as long as what you have to say is important."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir." I bowed courtiously.

"My, my. Your manners, child!" He put his hands on his hips and the sudden boom of his voice made me draw myself into my shoulders. "Don't worry about a thing, just get on the boat."

I gulped and did as I was told, I got on the boat then Alvin used a hand to force me to sit down on a bench. "A-Alvin, s-sir?" He looked back at me. "What's going to happen?"

"Well, we have quiet a few plans for you." He laughed.

"Huh?"

"You'll find out when we get back to our island, also known as your new home."

That was years ago, almost a lifetime ago. It has been a little over five years but the time has gone by so slowly.

Outcast Island must be one of the most terrible places to live. I can't count how many times I've gotten sick from all of the food and dirty water, the health care isn't exactly the best either. Any little thing you do wrong can and will get you harmed.

I've been trained my whole life here to kill Stoic the Vast. How exactly would a child like me do that? Well, you'll find out soon enough if all goes as planned.

Not too long ago, they attacked the Berkians to search for the dragon conqueror but he had gotten away on the back of a Night Fury dragon with half a tail and another Night Fury that followed behind him and attacked without much thought and no hesitation. Well, that's what I heard anyway.

I've been sent in to battle dragons before but I've never laid a finger on them and surprisingly, they didn't harm me either. The first dragon I'd ever faced off with was a Deadly Nadder, not so deadly after all. It was harmless.

Each dragon that was sent after me to fight, never attacked. I guess that I wasn't much of a threat. I never understood why I should hurt dragons, that's just wasn't for me. I know that I'm not like the others and proud of it, I never asked to be one of them. Though I won't say this aloud around any Outcasts, I believe that dragons may not be as dangerous as they seem.

I've never killed a dragon before so I don't know how I'll be able to kill Stoic the Vast. Other Outcasts and I were forced to battle but each time that I had them cornered, I'd pull back and set them free and earn myself a whip to the back for being so spineless.

But that doesn't really matter now, I've just finished talking with Alvin about my important mission. It went a little something like this:

I walked into the great hall and approached Alvin, "Alvin, sir? You asked to speak to me, I believe." I stood up straight in front of him and watched his every move just as I always do.

"Ah, there's me little girl." He stood up with hand gestures that motioned for me to step forward a bit. "It's time for our little talk about your mission, it's time." He finished saying that and other Outcasts began to watch us intently. "So tell me, what have I taught you?"

"Berkians are the enemy, they've defeated the Outcasts and must reclaim our rightful place at the top." I responded with no emotion.

"Yes, and who is your target?"

"Stoic the Vast, leader and chief of the Hairy Hooligans. And his son, Hiccup the Useless."

"And what must you do?!" He asked; more than manical.

"I must kill Stoic and capture Hiccup." I answered coldly. "Eat the heart of the chief to gain his strength. Leave nothing behind."

The Outcasts cheered loudly and it echoed off the stone walls of the great hall and boomed all throughout the area. Alvin gave a loud and hearty cackle as he roughly shoved on my shoulder to send me away.

Savage put a hand over my shoulder as we walked for the door, "There's a boat out at the docks waiting for you. Just cut the rope and it'll send you off straight for Berk."

"Don't worry about it." I smirked. "If this all goes according to plan, in just a couple of weeks, we'll be up to our chins in Berkian slaves and trained dragons."

I got myself settled into the boat, cut the rope and sat back patiently as I drifted away from the area. I could still hear the uproarious laughter of the Outcasts on the shore as I drifted away and also a few last words as I departed.

"You better not screw this up!"

"Stay focused!"

"Give 'em the old Blood Eagle!"

"If you fail, we'll have you killed!" Were Alvin's last words to me.

I knew that what he had just told me wasn't a joke, it never was. I only prayed to each and every god and goddess I could think of, this was my only chance to do something right. My first and only chance, because as Alvin already said, if I fail, I will be killed. No second chances.

"Berk is straight ahead." I said to myself into the dark night. "Well, here goes nothing." The boat pulled up to the empty docks and I saw no one around, just like the night that I had left. I climbed off the boat and onto the dock, I stared all around for anything strange and already knew where I'd have to go first, Slade's house.

I walked through the quiet village and stared curiously at the sleeping dragons all across town, some rested next to buildings, inside of their own custom made homes, and not a single one was alarmed by my presence, awake or asleep.

I passed by the largest home in the village, the chief's household. Something familiar about it itched in the back of my mind and no matter how hard I tried to shake it away, it didn't leave. Why did I get a weird feeling from it?

I decided to ponder on that later and continued onto Slade's home. I approached the door and before I could open it myself, it opened from the inside. I narrowed my eyes and entered, then Slade stood behind the door and glared down at me.

"So the time's finally come." He said boredly.

"Indeed it has." I nodded. "You have a pet dragon of your own? Alvin didn't send you here for nothing."

"No, I don't. None of these mongrels are good enough for me and even if I wanted to, none of them like or even tolerate me."

"Gee, I wonder why." I stretched out a bit and felt a blow to my shoulder. "Oh, the housewarming gift." I ignored it for the most part with a soft laugh. "I nearly forgot about that."

"The dragons are much too foolish and disasterous to be trained. All a delusion so they can destroy us from the inside."

"Once again, I wonder why." I sighed and ducked to avoid a slap. On Outcast Island, you become a fast learner whether you want to or not. "So, I just have to get close to the boy and the closer I get to him, the closer I get to Stoic."

"The closer you get to Stoic, the nearer our victory becomes." He cackled. "For now, stay out of my house. I can't let them know you're here." I began to walk off and he followed it up with "And for Thor's sake, wash yourself, you stink like a blacksmith's underarms!" The door slammed behind me.

"You don't exactly smell like a basket of roses either." I muttered. Besides, he knows that on Outcast Island, there is hardly any way to clean yourself in all of the gruel there.

Anyway, I smirked towards the starry sky and let out a somewhat deranged and quiet laugh, "Home, sweet home." I said sinisterly.