A/U: Hello lovelies! I'm really happy with how this fan fiction is turning out, and apparently you do too! I'll try to update when I can, but I can't promise a steady update. Let's get to reviews!

SHOUT-OUT TO KIT-USA, MY FIRST BELIEVER! (See what I did there? Oh, you don't? *cough* awkward…)

Kit-Usa- I plan to make this fan-fic last for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

Sahreah- I'm glad you like it, but I plan to make you love it when I'm finished with you

Guest #1- I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE IT!

Guest #2- AND I LOVE YOU RANDOM STRANGER

Guest #3- I'm so happy that you favorite/followed it! It made my day, honestly!

Guest #4- Don't worry, I'm updating now aren't I? You puppy eyes were too much for me!

Guest #5- I SHALL!

Guest #6- I AM GLAD THAT THIS IS EPIC!

Also! I will be using Older Hiccup from the teaser trailer of How to Train Your Dragon 2, hope you guys don't mind.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these fabulous characters. They all respectfully belong to either DreamWorks or Disney sadly.

Onto the story!

3rd P.O.V

Jack knew that they knew as soon as the burning light faded away. Apparently Pitch did NOT know this.

He looked at the staff in confusion before it quickly faded into anger. His face turned red and spat "What did you do?"

Jack just smirked and said "Can't tell you, it's Top Secret. If it wasn't, I would totally tell you all the Elites darkest secrets"

Dagur snickered under his breath, which resulted in Pitch glowering at him darkly.

He turned back to Jack who was trying his best to not look at the Guardians, who were now in a deep sleep filled with nightmares. "Do you like my new creation Jack? There called Nightmare Chains. The more you struggle, the more powerful nightmares they create. I must say, I am quite curious about what they're dreaming of, aren't you?"

All of a sudden, Jack felt a chill run down his spine. 'They're here'

All of a sudden a screech that most certainly was not human filled the air. Pitch looked alarmed, Mor'du swung his axes, Gothel's hands crackled with energy; Dagur grinned crazily and took out his daggers, whispering under his breath in an ancient language.

"What was that? Tell me! What does that mean?" demanded Pitch. Jack just chuckled and said "It means, just you wait until my boyfriend see me tied up like this.

And with that the entrance to the Warren exploded.

When the dirt and smoke cleared, four figures stood in the clearing.

A girl with long blond hair that spilled to the ground stood on the far left. She wore a purple dress that went to the bottom of her knees. She wore a leather chest plate with the symbol of a tiger lily in the middle of it. She had a Shepard crook gripped tightly in her hands that glowed with purple energy. All around her, the flowers seemed to grow brighter, happier, as if greeting an old friend. Her eyes were a lush grass-green, but hardened with the plan of battle.

On the far right of the blonde was a girl with flaming red hair. Literally, the bottom of her hair was on fire, but she didn't seem bothered by it. She had ocean blue eyes with shards of orange in them. She too, wore a dress, except hers was a deep forest green with intricate designs on the edges. It too went to the bottom of her knees. She wore leather boots that met the bottom of her dress. She held her Shepard's crook out in front of her, which blazed with a flame red light that matched the anger in her eyes. Her presence seemed to make the Warren grow hotter by a few degrees. The leaves on trees surrounding her seemed to darken in color while the grass withered around her.

And in the middle of the three was a boy sitting on a dragon; you heard me, a dragon. It was sleek black with toxic green eyes that were in slits. He had gears covering his body helping his rider help fly him. Half of it was real sleek black and looking just as deadly as the rest of his body but the other half was a golden-amber color. He was the Night fury.

The dragon's rider lowered himself from the dragons and stood with the girls. He had dark brown hair that had dozens of tiny braids in it. He wore a brown leather suit and a black leather chest plate that had a couple of buckles and a dragon design on the sleeve that was blood-red. On his legs were several loops that were there for reasons unknown at the moment. His left foot was a prosthetic that looked like a simple design, but actually had millions of tiny gears working on the inside. His dark forest green eyes blazed with anger but his face showed no feeling. He too, had a Shepard's crook that glowed brightly with a golden-amber light that matched the dragon's tail except when he swung it as he walked, it flickered between a flaming sword and how it was at the moment.

The newcomers didn't seem to notice the three spirits behind Pitch or the Guardians asleep on the sidelines, for their attention were fully on Pitch.

Finally the boy took a step forward, looked at Jack, and said "Sorry we're late honey, traffic was hell".

Jack laughed "And what sort-of time do you call this?"

The boy rolled his eyes and returned his attention to Pitch. He quickly did a once over of him and the area. The man was lean and tall, meaning he could be fast, but it will be hard for him to bend certain ways or melt into the crowd. He had sand that was Pitch black, just like their owner. The spirit was guessing that was the nightmare sand that Jack warned him of. He made a mental note to stay clear of it. Since he was a spirit of fear and darkness, he would most likely have power of shadows. He was also most likely more powerful during the night.

The Warren would've been beautiful to him if it wasn't a battle area at the moment. The grass was lush and green; there was a crisp breeze that flowed through the Warren. The flowers seemed even more lively and colorful than they were before, spurting out blues and greens and pinks, making the sky a colorful rainbow. Everything just seemed… more peaceful almost, despite the situation they were in.

That is until he heard him.

"Is that you Hiccup? Is my little fish bone here for some more target practice?" Hiccup finally seemed to notice the three figures behind Pitch and Jack, seeing one familiar face sadly. "Dagur" he spat out.

All of a sudden, the air grew harsh and blustery cold. The grass became yellow and the flowers withered away. The leaves became yellow and fell from the trees. Storm clouds gathered up as thunder shook the Warren.

"Hiccup! I didn't know you were alive! We can have so much fun now that you're here". Dagur breathed out.

"Patience, Dagur, you will be able to have your precious play boy soon; I want to know who he is" Pitch mused.

Hiccup stood proudly and said clearly "I am Hiccup Haust, spirit of autumn and storms, protector and warrior of the Moon, first trainer of dragons, and Chief heir of Berk. Now, before we can continue, can you please let go of my boyfriend the snowflake over here, before I whip your ass?"

A/N: Well, there you have it! I feel good about it, so tell me what you think about it! BY THE WAY! First person to find the Doctor Who quote gets a shout out!

QQOTD: Have you read PJO/HOO? There by Rick Riordan and there amazing!