A/N: Hi :3 Welcome to mah first story on . xD It's kind of easy to write fanfics now that I think about it o-0 but anyway, here's my story and I hope you like. :3 This chapter has a rather cheesy ending xD So yeah. Also, don't kill me .-. I made Astrid all depressed and 'gone'. But it's my story ;-; One More Also: I do not own HTTYD or any of its characters. I only own my own OCs. Thank you and enjoy c:

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"Haili!" Momma barked at me. "Get up. It's almost time for school."

I was already up. In fact, I was wide awake before her, just laying in bed, thinking. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sighing, and dressed quickly. Just like my mother had done in her school days, I pulled my brown hair back into a small braid and let it hang down loosely.

As I skipped down the stairs of our house, I noticed she was looking tired. Once again, she made me feel terrible for making her scream. As long as I could remember, she's been this way, and I don't remember ever a time where she was happy, or not crying herself to sleep.

"Bye, Momma." I whispered, glancing away as she stared distantly into the fire.

"You be good, now, y'hear? Don't be giving Gobber any of your tongue." She said, but her voice was monotone.

I nodded, knowing she couldn't see me and that she wouldn't care anyway. I had my own plan for today, even if it included skipping Dragon Training.

When I stepped outside into the surprisingly warm day, I didn't see what I had hoped for. Instead I saw people re-building houses again from last night's raid. No sheep were taken this time, but they did destroy lots of houses.

"Hey, Haili." Some of the older Vikings who had known my father always greeted me in the morning, or whenever I'd pass them.

"Hi." I'd call back cheerfully, giving them my brightest smile.

I hadn't known my father at all. Maybe there was a point in my small baby-hood where he had held me and cared for me, but I couldn't remember. The only snippets of information I ever gathered about his disappearance were that I was barely four months old before rebel dragons had decided to wreak havoc on us again. After that, our alliance with the peaceful dragons shattered as they saw us killing their kind once more. Somewhere along that long, fitful battle, my grandfather, Stoick the Vast, was killed and my father, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, went missing on Toothless, his Night Fury.

No one liked talking about that night. They had let loose any dragons they owned, rather than keeping them and risking the chance that they'd turn against us. And every night since, they raided us. I heard a lot of the old Vikings from my father's time complain about the raids and how they had to fight and train us younger ones again. I also heard them wishing that my grandfather and my father were still around.

They weren't the only ones. Although I might have known my father, I missed him a lot. I dreamed about how heroic and great he must have been. And although I never knew my grandfather, I wish I did. This just made me much more determined.

"Hey, Gobber!" I called out.

"What is it ye want this time, lass?" He called grumpily from the back where he was making new shields for Dragon Training. The school had been demolished from Toothless' attack when he was saving Hiccup, and after the alliance was formed, it was never used. But after that night, we rebuilt it and it was just like old times.

Gobber was about just the only one who remained that knew about Hiccup and Stoick. And maybe even Toothless, too. I sat down on his resting bench and watched as he made the shields.

It was silent for a while before he finally barked, "Well, spit it out, lass. Haven't got all day, y'know."

I took a deep breath, and blurted out my questions. "What was my father like? What about Toothless? How did they defeat the Red Death? Why is Momma so distant? What happened to the dragons?"

"Ay, chile, don't ya know how to hold yer tongue? What brought these questions up any who?" Gobber glanced at me suspiciously as if he knew I was plotting something dangerous.

"Sorry," I mumbled, going back to my quiet state. "I just want to know about my dad. Momma never tells me anything, she barely gets out of the house except for raids. That's the only thing she ever enjoys anymore. She barely looks at me."

He sighed and set down the tools. He sat across from me and looked me in the eye seriously. "I'll answer yer questions one by one." Wiping his real hand off on a rag, he took a deep breath and began. "Well, let's see here. Yer asking about how Hiccup was like when he was yer age, eh? He was very differ'nt from the rest of us Vikings. He worked with me as my apprentice, so I knew much about him and his ways. He was a scrawny little thing, but he did his best to keep up with the rest of 'is classmates in Dragon Training.

"When he first started training, he was weak and practically useless. But after a few nights he started asking me questions about Night Furies. Now, I had no idea that he had even seen one, let alone actually downed one successfully, so I just told him that no one had ever lived to tell the tale if they had saw one. Even after a few more nights, he began to act suspicious, but of course I wasn't the one suspecting anything. It twas yer mother, Astrid. I could see she was getting jealous of the attention he was getting from his success in Dragon Training.

"When his time to kill a dragon had come, we were all shocked to see he threw down his weapons. We didn't know what he was doing, so Stoick just assumed he was trying to protect it. Later he had told us that he wanted to show us that dragons aren't mindless killing machines like we had thought they were. And after the battle with the Red Death(/Green Death) we saw just how close Hiccup was to his dragon Toothless, and that they aren't as we thought they were."

I stared in wonder and a million more questions ran through my mind. I shook my head and looked up at him. "My father was first to find a Night Fury, right?"

"That he was, and the first to befriend and train one, too." Gobber said.

"There haven't been any spotting of Night Furies since, has there?"

"No, lass. The only Night Fury we've ever seen was Toothless, and now 'e's gone, too."

"What happened to my dad, Gobber?" I asked, serious.

He sighed. "Now, lass, I don't know if you want to hear-"

I stood up. "I need to know!"

He leaned back, raising an eyebrow at me. "Yer sure are like yer father, Haili." He murmured. "Well, last time we saw him was when the rebel dragons had attacked. I was with Stoick and Hiccup, trying to calm the resident dragons down, but it turned out they were deceiving us, too. We got separated, and I barely saw Stoick being ganged up by two or three Deadly Nadders. By then, I knew 'e was a goner with no one near enough to help him. When the battle was just dying down, I saw Hiccup and Toothless struggling to get back to ground, when they were swept up by the whole flock of every type of dragon we've known. We waited for days, weeks, months, and years for him to come back, but he never showed up. We've long since given up, lass, and I'm sorry to say it. But Hiccup might already be-"

"No!" I shout involuntarily. My hands were cupped over my ears since the part with Stoick and the Nadders. It was a futile attempt, since I could still hear everything he said. I put my hands down and thrust my finger at him. "My father is not dead and I will find him and bring him back!"

Forgetting about Dragon Training, I turned and ran out of Gobber's workshop and kept running. I didn't think about anything that didn't matter. All I was thinking was about my father, where he was at, if he was alive, and how I was going to bring him back. I would be a hero, too. I would be legendary just like Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.