How to Train Your Dragon is not mine.

I change this to 3d POV unlike the first chapter.

Warning. Some bits wouldn't be child friendly. Anyway I hope you guys like it.

It was in the middle of the night at the chained village, quite like it always been as the voice of freedom of its inhabitants was forcibly shut. Their voice taken but not their spirit as not in a day when the Berkians plans beneath the shadows away from 'His' followers' eyes and ears.

In a particular household was no different it`s occupant is hastily collecting the items she would need for her plan. With no one to stop her from leaving and the bondage of fear for her family now severed, she is now one step closer on achieving her goal.

After gathering all her required items in her basket, she then turns towards the wall where her mother`s axe always was. Just looking her axe brought up her mother`s lifeless body in the middle of town square. As she made her way towards her late mother`s axe each steps towards the weapon her leg start to betray her, every step her legs starts to tremble not of fear but of hatred.

Hatred for Drago for invading her home village. Hatred for her fellow village for not standing up before the abuse of power got out of hands. Hatred for herself for not being there, hatred for herself for allowing both of her parents being taken from her in a blink of an eye. Granted she was only at the tender age of 8 when they took her father from them.

And she wasn't there to defend her mother when they took her. But at the back of her mind she is wondering surely her mother would have fought them but why didn't she? When she got home noting was out of place nor there weren't any sign of struggle inside the household.

Pushing back her thought at the back of mind she hastily grabs her weapon and straps it on her back. Quietly making her way towards the backdoor while occasionally glancing at the close windows where the some lights from the torches of the patrol enters the house through the small cracks from the windows.

She scowls at the direction of the patrol outside before she slowly opens the back door and pokes her head out to check if there were some guards nearby. Seeing that there is no one nearby, she hurriedly made her way towards the other end of the island. Using the shadows to her advantage she was able to make her way through alleyways without being notice.

She was now getting near towards the end of the village and the only thing that was standing in her path was two houses at the end of the village before she can cross the natural rock bridge that connected the main island and the other island where no Viking settlement was made.

A few more steps and she was home free, she feels ecstatic, she was so close to freedom. Adrenaline pumps in her vein faster, the weight of the large basket she was carrying started to feel light like it was only feathers inside. A grin made its appearance on her face as she was getting near.

But it seems that the gods were watching and decided to make it much harder for her. At the exact moment she was behind the last house only then she realized that there was light coming from the other side of the house and two shadows.

She curses herself mentally for being too excited and careless that she didn't notice the patrol getting close to her location. Frantically looking for a place to hide from patrol. She put down the large basket making a soft thud. "I can do this. No one is stopping me. Not now.: She murmured to herself.

Astrid grabs her axe and took a battle stance, readying herself for her opponents to reveal themselves from the other side of the house. I am not going to let the Hofferson bloodline end here." She said as she quietly crept closer.

Her grip on her axe tighten as she watch the light of the torch gets closer and the shadow of the two guards get longer. She lean her back against the wall. "Father…"

Footstep she could hear it, she could her then talking to each other along the way. "Mother…" Her hands turns pale as her hold on the handle tighten.

Two people unaware that on the other side of the house, death waits for them, she waits for them, and both her and death smile as they walk towards their death. "When facing the enemy, don`t show them that you're afraid." Her father`s words echoes in her mind.

"Made them feel your wrath…" She closes her eyes as she absorbs her father`s words to her. Few more steps and the two of them will feel her anger, her rage, and her vengeance.

Closer one more step and she would see them. Opening her eyes and watch as the ground where she knows a pair of feet will appear. "And show them no mercy." Two sets of feet appear, she swings, and an unfortunate neck kisses her axe. Every muscle in her arms practically screams as she swings with all her might.

A sickening crunch was heard as her axe connected with the neck of her enemy, her attack that was fueled with her anger slice through the skin and muscle, the bones didn't stand a chance as the cold metal crush with glee. The torch the man was holding was now on the ground as his head roll towards the ground.

The one who was beside his partner earlier, talking with him, pales as blood splash right at the side of his face. With wide eyes he slowly turns his head towards the place where his friend`s head should have been. Standing there at the shadows she could see a figure holding an axe dripping with blood. His hands stop midway to grab his sword as he feels a dark aura emanating from the figure. Fear grips his body and mind as he see the figure`s smiling at him with pure killing intent and enjoyment.

He tries to speak but no words came out as the figure approach him, each step he could feel, Astrid`s blood lust and hatred reach towards him. he steps back, she steps forward, giggling to herself. "I can see it…" She said as she raise her axe above her head.

He tried to move but his legs won`t budge like it was cemented on the ground. He notices her eyes piercing right into his soul. "Two…"

"Bodies lying on the ground." She said. His eyes widen. A body falls to the ground with the center of his skull crush by the force of the attack. It would be much later before another pair of guards would notice the dead bodies and it would be much too late as the attacker was now deep into the forest, slashing through the enemies she encounter just so she could reach her destinations.