AN: Oh. My. Gosh. 12 reviews! :O OMG! OMG! OMG! That's a record for just 24 hours!

Results:

4 for Sam, and 5 for Gobber! *Background cheering*

Gobber: Thank you everyone, thank you… *Bows*

Sam: *Grumbling* I should've gotten Danny…

Danny: O_O you want me….?

Sam: *Blushes* Um….

Me: Okay, never mind that… can you do the honors, Danny?

Danny: Frostbite Dragon doesn't own DreamWorks or me…. That would be creepy if she did…

Me: I wish… on with the chapter!

Jazz's POV

Jazz knocked on Danny's door.

"Danny!" she called, annoyed. "Time to get up for school!" she rolled her eyes at getting no response. She turned the doorknob, and was surprised to see…

Nothing. "Danny?" Jazz asked, walking into the room. She noticed all the usually things, such as the NASA posters and all the other possessions of her little brother. She looked at the bed, which still had signs of someone lying in it. Jazz spotted a crumbled up piece of paper on the bed, which she, of course, investigated.

Jazz plucked the paper from the bed, and opened it to read:

Jazz,

I am sincerely sorry that Daniel is missing from the house, and all other domains you know of. I have sent him on a mission in the ghost zone. I am glad to tell you that he will be back in a matter of weeks. I know that it is the last day of Casper High today, so you have a reasonable excuse for your parents.

Sincerely,

Clockwork.

Clockwork? Jazz had sworn that Danny had mentioned him a couple times before. She rubbed her chin and thought of an excuse. Danny left early for school, and he was going to a summer school that Jazz had forced him into.

She smiled, knowing it was a good excuse. Her parents would never suspect a thing. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. She had a good feeling that she could trust this 'Clockwork.'

Gobber's POV

Gobber hammered down onto the large sword he was currently making. It was for the large man standing outside the shop. The poor fellow had accidently bent it while training. Gobber hit the sword one last time, and after he checked that it was the right shape and cooled down, he handed it to the Viking.

The man said a quick 'thanks' before he ran off. Gobber sighed as he wrapped up the rest of his work. To be honest, he was pretty jealous of all those kids. They had many things that he had never had when he was younger. Better weapons, kinder Chief, and dragons. Gobber would never admit it, but he had never like killing the beasts. He thought they were beautiful creatures, but his father had forced him to kill them.

The first time he had killed a dragon was the worst day of his life. He clearly remembered the look on the poor dragon's face. The dragon was almost begging him not to kill, but since Gobber's whole tribe had been watching, he had no choice.

He was raised to kill dragons, unlike Hiccup, who never had the chance, luckily, to witness that kind of torture. Gobber would give almost anything to relive that day when he was a lad, to change everything that had happened. He sighed unhappily.

The past could never be changed, he thought. Just think more about the present.

It was great that Hiccup and his friends defeated the Queen and gained the trust of the dragons, but Gobber wished he could be more useful. Like maybe he could be a rider…

That's impossible. He thought. I could never be a dragon rider. Gobber sighed again and took his meaty lunch. He sat done on a stool and took a bite of his ham. Its delicious taste drove all the horrible and crazy thoughts away…

But the peace was interrupted by a piercing roar.

Gobber instantly jumped up in surprise. Dragon. But that sound is different… could it be a new species…?

The excitement of this brought him to the door, where he watched in amazement as Hiccup and Astrid were struggling to calm down the most beautiful dragon Gobber had ever seen.

The dragon had dark green scales, and a black chest smeared in mud and dirt. He was bleeding in some parts of his body, especially his wings. They had green blood almost completely covering them, and Gobber winced sympathetically.

One strange part of this dragon was his glowing eyes. They held much wisdom and strength, but right now was clouded by fear and pain.

But they strangest part was that Gobber felt almost drawn to him. But that was just bologna. Dragons and he don't mix. He was a dragon killer.

Gobber followed Hiccup and Astrid as they forced the dragon into the arena.

"It's okay." Hiccup said soothingly. "It's okay…" but the dragon wasn't listening, for he was too scared of this large pen locking him up. He shot a blast of green fire at the young rider, who dodged out of the way just in time. Hiccup ran as fast as his legs would take him to the gate, where Astrid called for him to hurry.

Hiccup slid under the gate just as the dragon was about to snap at him. Astrid quickly closed the gate.

"I don't get it…" Hiccup murmured. He and Astrid hadn't noticed Gobber yet, who was standing at the entrance to the arena. "He was trusting me before. What caused him to attack?"

"Hiccup." Stoick had somehow also appeared there. "What is the meaning of this?"

Hiccup gulped, then smiled up at his dad. "We found a new species of dragon!" Stoick studied the dragon, and nodded.

"Alright, you can train him if possible." Hiccup was almost jumping for joy.

"Yes! Thanks so much dad!" Then he and Astrid ran out of there. Stoick chuckled and turned to Gobber.

"Keep an eye on them, eh?" the Chief said. Gobber nodded.

"Aye, sir." Gobber said as Stoick walked away. He glanced quickly at the Dragon, who had seemed to calm down. He smiled at the great beast before walking back to the workshop.

AN: So, what do you think?

Danny: It was cool...

Anyone besides Danny...

Anyway, I really love your idea, DragonLovingGirl6! :D

if you review enough, the next chapter could come tomorrow! :O