This is chapter 1, I hope you enjoy the story.

Astrid stood on the ship's deck, watching her homeland shrink as they sailed away. "Lady Hofferson, it will take at least a week for us to arrive to the destination, please take it easy." One of the ship hands, who only knew Astrid by name, looked upon her as if she were a dainty woman. Astrid rolled her eyes but let the man escort her to the cabin anyway. Astrid was on a merchant's ship, the captain had agreed to take Astrid to Knife Point Island, though she did not know all the details of the agreement.

All she cared for was her mission. Astrid had studied up on the rumors, trying to depict the truth in them. From all over there were tales of a man riding a dragon, helping villages with their dragon problems. Some said he was a wizard who could wield fire, others said he was able to fly like a bird. There was even a rumor about the man talking to dragons. There was one rumor she refused to believe that said the man was friends with the beasts. Dragons were evil creatures, and they could never be trusted. After all, dragons killed someone important to her.

Astrid shook off the memory, "I need fresh air." She muttered. As Astrid reached the deck she noticed the eyes that fell on her. She was used to men looking at her, and knew it was better to ignore them. Though she still felt weirded out when men gazed upon her in such a manor. Astrid was at marrying age, and there were a few suiters who thought they had a chance. Astrid decided she wouldn't marry a man that lost to her in battle, since she threw her love away a long time ago. Astrid shook her head again, looking up at the night sky. "This is going to be a long journey." She sighed and headed back down, making sure to lock her door before settling in.

Somewhere on the Forbidden Mountain

"I heard someone from Berk has been sent to find me, what do you want to do bud?" A man looked at his best friend. The Dragon looked at the man in turn and seemed to be thinking about it.

"Do you know who it is they sent?" The dragon asked. Dragons have their own language, and over the years the man had learned to understand their language, though he still could not speak it.

The man smiled at the dragon, "No, but if it's someone from Berk then it could be fun to mess with them." The man laughed at the thought. He didn't know what he felt for Berk, hatred, remorse, guilt, bitterness? Whatever it was, it was not a positive feeling.

"Whatever you choose, I'm fine with. Just remember this is someone who knew you, so be careful Hiccup." The dragon warned his friend and rider.

Hiccup sighed and nodded in understanding. "I will, thanks Toothless. I want to know what they want in the least." Hiccup decided. "If you feel any threatening vibes, we'll leave and they'll never see us again." Toothless nodded in agreement. "It's been five years bud, I wonder if it's changed any." Hiccup climbed onto Toothless and the two took off towards the small village near the base of the mountain. It had long been abandoned due to the dragons living nearby, but Hiccup chose to make this his home. He'd fixed up the forge, and a house, and when he needed supplies he ventured out to nearby islands.

Hiccup did not stay in the village much, more often than not he was exploring with Toothless. They'd earned money by helping others with their dragon problems and selling items Hiccup created in the forge. He mentally thanked Gobber for the skills he'd learned, they really came in handy.

"We probably have a week until the ship arrives at Knife Point, we'll work on a plan for then." The two shared a smile and went in for the night.

On the boat

After what felt like forever, the boat finally reached its destination. Astrid nearly jumped ship and swam, but waited for the ship to dock before getting off. She hated sailing, and if this trip wasn't so important she would have refused. "Hello there, you must be the young warrior from Berk. I am Chief Ironbull, I hope your journey was good." Astrid shook the Chief's hand. He was a large man with greying hair, he wore an iron helmet with horns and the symbol of a bull was etched into it, the rest of his outfit was made of leather. There was a scar over one of his eyes, and a few scars on his arms. Astrid knew right away this man had seen more years of battles then she had of life.

"Thank you Chief, the trip here was fine. I would like to get started on what I was sent to do." Astrid was hoping to find the mysterious man behind the rumors as soon as she could, every day she was away from Berk was another Raid that threatened to destroy everyone living there. "Is there anyone that dealt with the dragon man personally?"

Ironbull laughed and motioned for Astrid to follow him. She didn't like not getting an answer, but followed the large man without protest. "You have been on a ship for some time, you should eat a proper meal and rest before you start your search." The chief finally spoke as they reached the village, it was beautiful in Astrid's eyes. Unlike her home the climate is warm, this allowed flowers to survive. The homes in the village were built in a similar style to her own, though they had curtains instead of doors, and large windows. Some houses had small gardens in front with flowers Astrid had never seen before. Other houses had small houses in front with birds living in them.

Astrid was blown away by the beauty, this place was nothing like Berk. "Is it true you no longer have a dragon problem?" Astrid asked as Ironbull gave her a tour of the village. She could see the forge off to the side along with a few shops. On the other side were some more shops and a large garden. In front of Astrid stood the Meade hall and farther on was the chief's house.

Speaking of the chief, he had stopped and was talking to woman, she was carrying a baby and seemed to be pregnant with another. "Father, you promised to see your grandson today." The woman scolded Chief Ironbull. Taking a closer look at the two Astrid was able to pick out the similarities. Both had green eyes and black hair, though the chief's was greying.

Ironbull smiled at his daughter and took his grandson from her. "Yes Heather, I know. I was just showing Astrid around. Now that you're here I'll take the tyke and you can show her the rest of the village." Heather grumbled something about always taking on the chief's jobs. "Heather, as future chieftess you must get used to showing important guests around." Ironbull ordered his daughter.

Heather nodded and looked over at Astrid for the first time, then she seemed to grow confused. "Have we met before?" Heather studied Astrid, then shook her head. "No we haven't met, but I know I've seen you somewhere." Heather grabbed Astrid's arm and pulled her towards a house by the chief's.

Astrid pulled out of Heather's grip. "What are you talking about, where are you taking me?" Astrid crossed her arms and shot a glare at the woman before her. "I won't move another step until you answer me."

Heather groaned, "Why do you have to be so difficult?" Astrid shifted her weight and stared on. "Fine, fine. There was a man here before, and he left his journal by mistake. Most of the pages were ripped out, but there were a few pictures left. I think one of those was a picture of you, but I wanted to see whether or not I'm right." Astrid thought about Heather's words and decided it was best to see what she was talking about. Heather smiled at Astrid and quickly dragged her to the house, and up to her room.

Astrid leaned against the doorway as Heather got the book. The two girls headed back to the den and sat down with the book on the small table before them. Heather flipped to the book open and the first thing Astrid noticed was the stubs from where all the pages were ripped out. From the looks of things half the pages had been ripped out. On the first page there was a drawing of an unknown island, it was an aerial view. Flipping the pages Astrid found different drawings of flowers, dragons, and islands. Many of which Astrid had never seen before.

Astrid stopped when she reached a drawing of a girl with an axe. It was her five years ago holding her axe in one hand while the other rested on her hip. She was smiling in the drawing, and her hair seemed to be blowing in the wind. There was so much detail that Astrid felt like she was looking into the past at her old self. "Heather, whose book is this?"

Heather looked at the blonde and at the drawing. She'd been right, she had seen Astrid before in a drawing. "I can't tell you because I don't know. We call him the dragon man, if I'm not mistaken you were sent here to find him right?" Astrid nodded. "I don't know his name, or what he looks like, but he's missing his left leg and he's not your typical Viking." Heather told Astrid everything she remembered about the man.

Astrid had hoped she'd get more to go on but was glad to get some info. "Thank you Heather, I hope I can find him soon. I can't go home until I find him." Astrid said the last part mostly to herself. She shook her head and closed the book. "Your father mentioned food and a place for me to rest." Astrid felt all her fatigue catch up with her, she needed some rest and a proper meal.

Heather stood up from the seat and smiled at Astrid, "You'll stay with me, we have a big house and it's only my husband, my son, and I living here and we have an extra room. As for food, let's head to the Meade hall." The two girls made their way to the Meade hall where Heather took her son back from Ironbull and introduced Astrid to her husband Rodrekr. Astrid got along well with heather and her family, she liked the peaceful attitude of the village. It was nice to be carefree for the night, though as she lay in bed her mind reeled on her mission and if she'd succeed in time.

Well I know you're all looking forward to this and I'm sorry I made you wait this long. I'll try to update at least once a week if not more.