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Wizard Rider. Thanks you for the support.

Yes, there will be some OC's, as you could tell in chapter one. Most OC's are not mine. (Most were suggested) The time of updates will change. reviews/ comments will really help. But anyways, Astrid's POV.

Astrid looked out at the hundreds of dragons raiding Berk. This was... what? The third raid that night? She had to stop them from stealing the food needed for the freeze. Why did they attack Berk and few of the other islands? If they attacked the Outcasts that would help. She focused on the task at hand. Yelling as loud as she could, she hit a gronckle with all her might. She hit it again and again. Until it fell, completely unconscious.

"One down, far too many to go." said Astrid.

The flash of fire made her loose her balance. She fell and hit the ground hard, knocking her breath out. As she was there, a Terrible Terror look down at her like she was stupid. She yelled and she swung her battle axe, knocking the beast to the ground. She smiled at the pure stupidity of the creature. It was just flying there. Small body, small brain. She turned around to go see Fishlegs.

"progress!" she yelled over the raging battle.

"Snotlout and the twins took out a nadder, but now the twins are fighting about how to knock out a gronckle, although they might be fight over how to do it. I don't know how Snotlout's doing. You and I are here, I knocked out a zippleback with some help. Oh, and Stoick is fighting TWO nightmares."

"Wow. That's crazy even for him. Any Night Furies seen?"

"None. Well, I don't think so."

"Excellent." She could only wish she could have shot one down.

But now she was now the most skilled young warrior in Berk. She was second-in-command to the chief when Gobber wasn't around. The challenge to kill the Monstrous Nightmare was a breeze. She glanced to her right to see one breathing a stream of flame on a house. She raised her axe, ready to strike. But Snotlout stopped her and said, "Hey babe, watch and learn. I've..."

"SHUT IT!" She yelled. The Monstrous Nightmare turned and set Snotlout's pants alight. Using the distraction, she attacked the beast. No Night Furies... none. There had been no Night Furies for almost three years. And was she really asking for one to show up? Was that a good idea? Even so, the attacks only got worse. Even more dragons, overall tougher as well.

It's been three years. three years since Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Stoick's only child, had vanished. Stoick was so... full of grief. Astrid had always been there for him, but Hiccup was a runty boy and useless. But for some reason he just got good. You don't just get good. But at the beginning of training in the arena, he only hid behind an object so as not to get hit. But somehow he kept on beating everyone using strange tactics. He would reach his arm out, and the dragon would just... fall. He quickly became the favorite of the village, even Snotlout left Astrid alone so he and the rest could talk to him. And Snotlout was always bullying him. Then Hiccup vanished, taking all his secrets with him.

When he vanished, everyone on the island was nervous, because Hiccup was one of the most promising vikings of his time. Oh what in Thor's name was she doing? Hiccup had been dead for three years. Yet, every year she though more and more of the boy who had disappeared those three years ago.

STOP IT! Astrid ordered herself. Thinking about him will not help the village. A few vikings ducked as a Zippleback fired a flaming ball at them. Astrid went for a water bucket. She Remembered the training lesson, how the twins, Snotlout, and Fishlegs were taken out right away. Hiccup was close enough to throw the water. Gobber was yelling to throw the water. He only got the water two feet into the air, nowhere close to the head. Wimp.

Oh Helheim, she was thinking thinking about him again. Why did he keep crossing her mind? She had better things to do.

Astrid saw the dragon leaving. What did they use all that food for? Can't they catch their own fish? And they usually stay a lot longer. But who was She to complain? At lest she could get some sleep, if her house was still standing. Plus Astrid was helping Gobber with training the next day.

As Astrid slept, she dreamed. She was in the woods, sunlight streaking through the trees. She was Fifteen, that was three years ago.

"Astrid." A voice called.

"Hello?" She asked in a shaky voice. She couldn't control her voice as she responded.

"Astrid." The voice said again.

Astrid quickly turned around. And there, sitting on a boulder, was someone she hadn't seen in years. Hiccup. He was wearing his usual pale green shirt and fur coat. he jumped off the boulder, and walked slowly towards her, a mischievous smile on his face. He suddenly broke into a run. Astrid couldn't move, so she put her arms up to defend herself. But when Hiccup reached her, he strangely vanished.

"Astrid?" Astrid turned around. It was Hiccup, but different and older. He wore tan clothes with two shoulder pads and a leather strap on his right. His right shoulder pad had the symbol of the strike class, but half of the dragon's tail was red. He was still smiling. He ran at her again, only to disappear once more.

She walked and found herself in a cove with a small lake. She was twenty again.

"Hello Astrid." Astrid turned around quick. She saw a Hiccup, no it wasn't him. Was it? The man wore black and brown armor, and a helmet covered his face. This man walked over to her, but he didn't disappear. He slowly reached out his palm. Astrid's hand reached out. She couldn't stop herself, like her hand was being forced to. But as she did a shadow grew behind him. Was it... no, It couldn't be. A Night Fury! The dragon's head snapped to the left, looking at her. Astrid moved back a few steps. But the strange the man was unmoved. He looked at Astrid, and moving side-by-side with the dragon they quietly retreated into shadows.

"I warn you, for your knowledge is false."

Astrid woke up covered in sweat. Her was breathing was heavy. She thought back to the day Hiccup had disappeared. There was a search party that went on for weeks on end. No stone was left unturned. Some of the vikings were, for some reason, happy. But when no body was found, Stoick still wanted a funeral.

With Hiccup presumed dead, Snotlout would be chief. Oh... That would be a true nightmare, even worse that the one last night. And with the Jorgenson family running the place Snotlout could easily arrange for him to marry Astrid. Why did hiccup have to leave? The village would be in ruins after the first day.

Why did she dream of Hiccup?

It could mean he's alive. said a voice in her head. A vision from the gods?

It's been three years, There's no way he survived.

A funeral doesn't make a man dead.

NO! He's dead and you know it!

STOP IT! Astrid ordered herself. Why did she have to dream about him? The dream was still there, stuck in her head. It wasn't going anywhere any time soon. But as Astrid thought to herself, she wondered who the masked man was. And why was he was with a Night Fury!

She needed to clear her head. She stepped outside ready for a new day.

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