Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, save for Ariel, Ariyah, Salquar, and the entire nation of Cadoa.

Just to let you know, things will happen very fast in the first few chapters. Just bear with me. Thanks.

A Nameless Creed

Ch2

Ariel

Astrid panted and stumbled through the woods. Carrying this girl was harder than she had planned. Yes she was strong; yes she could carry her own weight, for a little while. If you have ever trudged through the snow, carrying your own weight, with winter furs on that already double your weight any how, you would be very tired. Astrid was doing this very thing, not to mention mulling over how exactly she would explain away a girl no one had ever seen before.

"Dragon attack, maybe, no she not even a little singed. Wanderer? Nope. Castaway? Yes that's it! A castaway, she's a castaway! All she needs is a nice warm fire….." Astrid's mind trailed off. Fire. She had no wood; it was all soaking in the snow. Wow, she was stupid. Oh well. Astrid came to the edge of the wood, okay, now to convince them of her story. "Help! Somebody help me! I found a castaway! Help!" Vikings came running from Berk, Stoick among them. A castaway was a big deal; people rarely survived the frigid waters around Berk. One of the Viking women took the girl from Astrid's arms.

"Where'd ya find 'er?"

"Is she okay?"

"She looks awful cold."

"Gee, she's tiny ain't she"? Question flooded the air, but one stood out.

"Who's gonna take care of her?"

"I will!"

"Yew?" Stoick said "Yew already got yore mum to worry about; you don't need a hypothermic castaway on yore hands!"

" She'll be fine when she wakes up, and she could be helpful really. I think I should."

" Alright then, but iffin you need anything just call, okay?"

"Right" Astrid replied. Astrid closed the door as the Viking lady put the girl on her bed. "I guess I'll be sleeping on the floor then." The woman left with little more then a grunt for an answer. I am so stupid! She thought. She had gone out into the woods with the intention of getting more wood for the fire, came back with a girl. A girl who, by the way, most likely didn't speak Norse. Oh dear. And worst of all she had committed to helping a dragon. She loaded what little wood there was into the fire, and sat down. Her eyelids heavy, her stresses and sorrows slowly putt her to sleep.

Astrid woke with a start; the fire was blazing now, wood piled on either side, a blanket round her shoulders. She looked to the girl, she had not move at all, nor had her mum. So then who did? Thee snow would record it. Opening the door Astrid froze. NO! The words screamed in her head. Unmistakable dragon tracks lead right to her door. She had to get rid of them. She began to run trough the snow, without any furs on, to the forest, forgetting how ridiculous she looked. She ran through the town until she reached the moon lit forest. Then she ran back.

"Astrid, is that you?" oh Thor why? Astrid thought. Stoick approached in the moonlight. "Yes, it's me why?" she said, acting causal.

"Well, I just thought it was odd that you were up now, with out any furs on." Stoik replied, his voice thick with confusion.

"Right, well I thought I heard a….. Dragon. Yes a dragon. In the woods. And I went to check. It was, nothing I was just tired. Well I'll be on my way. Hope there are no attacks tonight. So, yeah. Bye!" Odin I'm a terrible liar!

" Alright. Don't go out again. We don't need a house of sick people."

"Right!" Phew! That was way to close. Astrid thought as she went back home. That dragon gave me wood, it new I needed some and it helped. Why would it do that? Could dragons understand compassion, could they understand the desperate need for help? It was as though the dragon saw past the surface and saw the pain and desperation she fought so hard to hide. She acted as though nothing was wrong, as though she was strong. But the dragon had seen right through her rouse, into her core. She looked out to sea, and for reasons unbeknownst to her, willed Hiccup to come back. She longed for someone who knew her struggle, someone who understood the coals she was being dragged over.

Some thing was pushing Astrid awake. "What? Go away. Now!"

" Wake up! Plese wake up!" spoke a heavily accented voice, in Norse. The girl stood over her with black eyes that looked right through her. "Ello!" She said joyfully

"Hi" Astrid said. "You speak Norse?"

"Apparently, yes! I know many language, but my native is Cadoan, that's where I'm from, Cadoa! I guess you met Ariyah, that's me dragon. Well, she not really mine. I'm guiding her to her real rider, as Salquar said 'the one with the eyes of the dragon and the heart of one, that will be your rider.' Where am I?" The words poured from her mouth like a waterfall.

"Your in Berk, my name is Astrid. What's yours?"

" Hi Astrid! I'm Ariel, from… oh my word yore her."

" Who am I?"

" Your eyes they're exactly like Ariyah's! 'The eyes of a dragon….'"

"What are you saying?"

"Yore Ariyah's true rider!"

And evil cliffhangers. Yes I know I'm mean. Sorry. But, if anyone cares, Chp 3 will be up fast cause I only need to edit it. Ariel is very, bubbly, for the moment, but she does get easier to understand. The girl is 15, what do you want from me? And yes, Ariyah gave Astrid the wood and blanket. Isn't she nice? The confusing things will be sorted out later, and things will slow down after chp3. Back story will be provided. But you must keep reading. Please.

~Ariyah's rider.