Hiccup stared at the ground confused. "Uh. You want us to do what?"

"Walk through the ground!" She explained. "It's simple! Really! Just walked up to it, and you'll fall right in. And don't worry. I've invited you in, so incase you come across any other graves, you won't just randomly fall in there."

Hiccup shook his head in confusion, but walked onto the grave none the less, and not a second later, did he fall through solid dirt, to find a very well lit home that looked like a grave, and yet a house. Toothless followed shortly after, and then finally Maka.

"Like?" She asked, smiling. "Yeah!" Hiccup and Toothless laughed. "Thanks. Everyone who's burried here can renovate their grave like this. All it takes it a little dead Magic, and bam! Instant home with your grave as a decor!" She lightly guestured to the engraved stone slab in the back.

"Dead Magic?" Toothless asked "What's that?"

"Oh, right. You two have a lot to learn. Well. Lets start then!" She cleared her throat and both dragon and rider took a seat and listened carefully.

"When you're born into the living world, you body holds a certain magic. That magic is always dorment, until the moment of your death. That's when it realeases. It can come in many shapes and fashions. For example, there are the Priests, who can use their magic to heal other spirits, or sometimes even the living. Another type are the Warriors, who use there magic to fend off the enemy's of all the good spirits."

"Good spirits?" Toothless asked "What do you mean?"

"There are two different types of Spirits, or souls. The good ones, like the two I'd just told you of, but the bad ones. Those mostly consist of people who did bad in life. If you did good, or kept a good aditude in life, as in you didn't kill for no good reason, or you were a traitor and didn't ask for forgiveness, or try and honestly earn your way back in and other things, then you are a Dagyr."

Hiccup shivered. He was happy to be a normal little spirit "Oh, Hiccup. No spirit is normal. We all have a job."

Hiccup frowned "How did you-?" "I'm a Druid. I have the ability to turn into whatever I want, and that makes me be able to sense thoughts in the air. Don't ask me how, I just do. I mainly turn into animals, but sometimes I'm able to turn into another person if I know their entire history. From birth to death, without missing any details, and that can only happen if I touch them as they are dying. I can read their history then, but I can never invade on someone's privacy like that."

Hiccup nodded. "And, what do you think I am?" He asked.

Maka looked at him for a moment, before frowning and shaking her head "I don't know. Nothing about you consists of the normal abilities you would see in spirits. Normally, there is only the seven: Warrior, Druid, Preist, Rouge, Hunter, Mage, Paladin. But your not showing any of the signs of any of thoses. Infact, your showing signs of a spirit we've long sence thought were impossible to become."

"What's that?"

"A Death Knight." She replied. Hiccup frowned "What in the world is a Death Knight?" He demanded. "A Death Knight… Is…." She struggled with her words "It's very hard to explain, but I'll do my best to do so. A Death Knight is one who has seen the other side, before he/she was ready. One who died and came back. One who was touched by death. They are the strongest of us all. They represent Odin in his army as the highest ranks. They are the ones who will protect you will all of their might. They are known by their right glowing blue eyes, and deathly arua around them, that even the Dagyr fear."

Hiccup frowned as she finished her explaination "But I don't have glowing blue eyes. Do I?"

"No. But occasionally, your eyes will have a bright glow, as in the green will turn much brighter, and almost blind me for a moment. Also, your aura is pulsing with bright blue and a very dark pitch black, tell tale signs of a Death Knight."

Hiccup tried to wrap his head around it "You make them sound so brave, and amazing, but how can I be one of them, when I'm not anything like that? I'm not brave, I'm not amazing, and I'm certainly no leader!"

Maka kneeled infront of him "Hiccup. Who is your father?" She asked. Hiccup hesitated, before finally answering "Stoick. Stoick the Vast. Cheif of the tribe."

Maka nodded in understanding. "I thought the same way. I could think of myself as a leader when my father was so amazing, but you know what I found? I have my own leading style. And that came from my love of the animals. Of the forest. That was the druid within me when I was alive, and it showed fully after I died."

"But what shows that I'm a great leader?" Hiccup asked. "The fact that your a Death Knight shows that your stuborn, so that's one thing. And another, Hiccup, you got Berk, Berk who'd been fighting dragons for Seven Generations, to live and coexist with the things we'd been fighting. You fought the red death for your friends, you risked your life to protect your friends, Hiccup, you may not realize it, but when that fire ingulfed you, you died! It's just that you came back, so you didn't realize it!"

Hiccup lifted his eyes to look at her. "Thank you Maka" He smiled.

"Anytime. Anytime" She smiled back.

"Hey, what should we call you?" Toothless asked. "Like Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Aunt for something?"

Both teens laughed, and Maka thought it over for a second "How about you just call me your sister?" Both Toothless and Hiccup smiled "Sounds good Sis."

Maka laughed and rubbed them both on the head.

They talked for the rest of the night.