I couldn't see anything. It was freezing, and I was getting tumbled around and hit really hard all over by rocks and ice and trees and such.

I started to try and get my bearings. I dug straight "up" and ended up reaching the grass, so I began to tear through the debris the other way.

"Hiccup!?" Astrid yelled.

"Astrid! I'm over here!" My slowly turning blue fingertips just reached over the hole. Astrid looked confused.

"I don't know where you are, just keep talking!"

"Ok, um, Toothless is a big black and funny dragon–"

"About something else. Maybe a story or something."

"Ok, this is a really old story my dad used to tell me before bed when I was, like, seven. Umm. Ok, here it goes. It was something like this."

"In the village of the Hairy Hooligans, there was an odd patch of water that glowed, sitting fairly close to shore in their ocean. An old legend said: (forgive the grammar please)

At night, on a starry one,

The dragon of a future chief

Will go to the water and

Shall be transported to

Undersea, where it will–

The rest of the page was torn. The legend was passed from chief to chief until now. It stopped.

"Because my father doesn't want me to see it. He says curses are best left alone. And usually that's the truth." I finished.

"Aww. Umm, are you in here?" Astrid stuck her hand into the hole.

"Yeah." I replied

"Ok, wait a second." Like I was going anywhere.

Astrid came back a few minutes later. My fingers were completely blue and numb, as well as my toes. "I found some rope!"

I climbed up quickly, which was hard. Astrid was breathing heavily and we had a few cuts and gashes. We sat close to keep warm on a tree nearby to stay off the ground, which was freezing through our shoes.

There was an odd noise, like the whisper of the trees, but it sounded heavier, like pounding feet. Then hundreds of what looked like wolves (though we have no wolves on Berk) were racing towards us.

"AAAAHHHH!" Astrid screamed. I helped her up into a tree and tried to climb up next to her. The wolves began to surround the tree and Astrid started screaming. One of the wolves grabbed my prosthetic leg and I got pulled into the pack of wolves. Another one bit around my calf and began to drag me back to where they came from.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" Warm blood began to ooze around the wolf's teeth. Pain induced tears began to fill my eyes.

"HICCUP!" Astrid screamed. She tried to get out of the tree, but the wolves were too fast and I was gone out of view.

Astrid ran as fast as she could, trying to keep Hiccup's struggling form out of her mind. She felt lost and angry. Little did she know she had fallen in love within the span of an hour. She skidded on a patch of ice and slammed straight into Tuffnut. Both of them fell to the ground. Astrid recovered quickly and helped Tuff up.

"Whoa, be careful Astrid. You could get really hurt doing that." Tuffnut said seriously. Like he would know, He was always getting hurt.

"Sorry!" she yelled after him. Tuffnut nodded and quickly went back inside his house. The sleet was coming down hard, and lightning strikes to the helmet were usually fatal.

Astrid slammed the door to the Haddock's house open and stood there panting and her hair all full of snow. Gobber looked up from his woodworking project. "Oh, hi Astrid, he's not home."

Astrid struggled for breath then swallowed hard. She took in shallow breaths. "I... came to tell... you that Hiccup..." Astrid paused and was shaking in terror. "He... got taken... by wolves."

"Wolves!?" Gobber jumped out of his chair. "Oh Odin, so many bad things are connected with wolves. Must be... oh no."

Astrid was nearly bursting into tears. "What?"

"Berserks. Dagur must have sent them." Gobber sighed.

"TOOOOOOooooooooooothlesssss!" Toothless could've sworn he heard Hiccup screaming his name. He turned to look at Snotlout, who shrugged, and they went back to looking at fish swimming up and down the stream. Toothless caught a huge one and gobbled it up before he decided to go look for Hiccup.

I tried to pull myself out of the grip of the wolf, but he just dug his teeth deeper. I nearly was passing out from the pain. It didn't help that from this angle, I could see my leg and I was facing the trail of blood I was leaving. My finger's blueness had moved up into my hands, and I figured that I was pretty much dead. Great.