''Wow..! What happened here? Did angry Astrid happened?'' commented Snotlout as soon as he sighted the disaster in my house. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I went back to the Great Hall to get Snotlout and the others to show them.

We all stood in the entrance, staring at the inside of the house, the burning fire pit illuminating the place. They stood there for one long silent minute, until Snotlout commented. He walked in after me, the rest of the gang following behind.

''I can't tell...'' I said, finally answering my cousin's question.

Fishlegs walked to the wall where the chair had supposedly been thrown against. He slid his fingers on the wooden surface, like he usually does when he examines something. Snotlout and I walked up the stairs while the twins searched downstairs with Fishlegs.

We walked across the room, watching where we stepped because of the many debris that layed on the floor.

''I've learned by experience that when Astrid is mad, she destroys everything in her path. I think that's what happened here...'' Snotlout commented once again.

I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes once again.

''I don't think Astrid was mad, Snotlout...'' I said. ''And even if she was,'' I took a moment and looked around. '' she wouldn't just break everything.''

''Well than what do you think happened?'' he asked.

I didn't had time to answer because a ''Hiccup! You've got to see this!'' was heard coming from downstairs. I quickly turned around, and ran downstairs, Snotlout following me from behind. I went to Fishlegs, who was kneeling down over something, Ruff and Tuff by his side, looking worried. They made some space when they saw us coming, and stood up on their feet as it was our turn to kneel down.

On the floor, an almost unremarkable stain of blood covered the wood. My eyes widened as my body began quivering. I pulled out the small bird skull the size of my hand out, and stared at it for a long empty moment. I still couldn't tell where I had seen this, but something was clear:

Something or someone had took Astrid and Ashely.

I finally got up, and turned around to face the others. I could tell that they had the same idea in mind.

''What are we gonna do?'' Fishlegs asked, his voice weak and shaky.

''I-I don't know... Just, go back to the Great Hall, I'll try to find out what or who took them.'' I said. ''Now go.'' And as soon as I gave the order, they went back in the Great Hall, and carried on the party. I knew that they were worried about all this, and might be hard to party in this situation, but I didn't wanted anybody to get suspicious. Especially my mother...

I thought about joining them, but I just couldn't go back there and celebrate knowing Astrid and Ashley were lost out there... I was so deep in my thoughts at that moment that Toothless' simple groaning made me jump. He gave me a little push and slid his large head under my arm, looking at me with his big glowing green eyes.

''I know Bud... I'm worried too...'' I said, staring down at the village, sitting on one one the stairs that leaded to the Great Hall. I lifted my head up and looked at the horizon, the white moon, nearly full, illuminating the ocean, its reflexion dancing on it. But as I stared at the horizon, I could also see something in the sky, something that looked like... a dragon? Weird. All the dragons were supposed to be on Dragon Breeding Island... Why would one of them come back to Berk this early?

The dragon flew right towards us, landing in the stairs in front of me.

''Pretty?'' I gasped. ''What are you doing here?''

But the young Deadly Nadder didn't seemed to be paying any attention at what I was saying and just moved around, roaring, moving her spiky tail around sharply.

''Alright, alright, easy there, easy girl...'' I said, trying to calm her down. She didn't looked injured, but definitely looked upset. I placed both hands on her lower jaw, and finally managed to calm her down. Toothless came beside me, sniffing the poor Nadder, his small nostrils opened as wide as they could.

And then he growled.

''Toothless... That's not helping.'' I said, glaring at him, as he kept growling and snorting. But he wasn't growling at the Nadder, but more at the smell he sniffed. ''Toothless... What is it Bud?'' I asked. He sniffed me a couple times and took out the small bird skull from my pocket, grabbing it with his scaly dragon lips. He let it drop in my hand, and continued growling, this time at the object.

''Wait a minute... I recognize this.'' I said quietly.