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The Banshee lay on its back in the snow covered ground. The force from Thornado's roar really did a number on it, sending it hurtling down to the earth nearly paralyzed. It growled, turning over on its side then on its legs and fore claws; some snow collected on its back. The Banshee shook its self free from the cold flakes and stood up on its hind legs, searching the sky.

It hated sound, especially a high vibrating one from a dumb Thunderdrum. It made its ears ring and its vision, not to mention its balance, all haywire. If it was one thing it hated almost as much as a Night Fury, it was a Thunderdrum.

It came on all fours now, rotating and perking its ears to hear any signs of the others it knocked down. Listening in, four heart beasts sounded from the East, very loudly, so they were closer. Another three sounded from the North East, but they weren't as loud, so they were further away.

It growled inwardly, leaned into itself, ready to take off in the blink of an eye. It did just that and rushed off to take care of the first four, hopefully without running into the Thunderdrum again.

Snotlout lay face down on the snow covered ground underneath he sheltering pines. Hookfang rested not too far away from Snotlout, he being on his back as his bum was up leaning against one of the spruces. He moaned for a while, his tongue hanging out, not getting any success of coming back to reality. Another moan echoed from Snotlout.

"Ugh, my everything hurts!" he mumbled from through the snow. He lifted his just his head and looked forward at Hookfang.

Though not directed towards him, "I can't feel my face!" he said, his face a deep shade of red from the bitter ice of the snow.

"You think you're in pain?!" Fishlegs said from above. Snotlout looked up stupidly and saw Fishlegs in the tree, stuck upside down amongst the spruce branches.

"At least you landed in the tree. What do I get? The snow!" he complained, then let his head fall face first back into the snow. "And what's under the snow? Dirt! And what's under the dirt? Rocks! And what's under the rocks? More rocks!" he blabbed on through the snow.

Fishlegs was about to make a sarcastic joke, but became stiff at the sight of a shadow quickly flying towards them, and then disappearing.

"Snotlout…" Fishlegs said in a frozen voice, eyes wide open searching the trees.

"Don't you think for a second that I'm going to help you down." Snotlout said, finally getting up, first on all fours, then from the knees up on to two feet. "Go call your Gronkle to help you out. Or better yet, use that annoying Thunderdrum call of your to bring the chief over."

"Snotlout…"

"What!?"

"I saw something…"

"Again? Ugh, I think the blood might be rushing to your head." Snotlout retorted, poking his own head in further demonstration.

"No, I think it was the same thing I saw before." Fishlegs replied, shrinking into himself for fear of what was to come.

"Never mind about what I just said. I think you just lost your brain." Snotlout folds his arms together over his chest and turns slightly to the left, away from Fishlegs.

"No, really, I'm being serious! Didn't you see it?"

"What is there to see; everything is black! It's probably just a dragon, ya fish bone!"

Suddenly, Hookfang started to wake, but not due to the fact that he wasn't tripping anymore. He smelled something he didn't recognize, sensed something unfamiliar to him. A roar from the sky alerted them to the approach of Meatlug. The Gronkle came close to the tree Fishlegs was stuck in and fired a lava blast at the spruce. It blew away from the force, leaving Fishlegs falling to the ground. However, he was caught by Meatlug and glided down safely. Fishlegs scooted himself over beside Snotlout, Hookfang and Meatlug covering them from something unknown to the boys. Hookfang peered in one direction while Meatlug stared in the opposite.

The atmosphere was tense, no sound was made, and all eyes were open. Without warning, the Banshee jumped head first into Hookfang, causing the Nightmare to stumble back a ways before catching himself on fire. This got the Banshee off his back quickly, but not out of the fight. Hookfang, still on fire, brightened the surroundings allowing the two teens to finally look upon the beast that haunted them for three days. However, it was quickly wished that the darkness would keep the beast concealed. Snotlout froze, his eyes open; Fishlegs frozen as well, but tears forming in his eyes from the fear.

The Banshee stood up on two legs, reaching a much higher height then the dragons now. It breathed in, and then let out its roar, a high shriek, upon its invaders. Hookfang and Meatlug growled deeply in response.

The Banshee breathed in once more, this time letting out its terrible scream. It vibrated through the air and straight towards their ears. Fishlegs and Snotlout weren't slow to cover their ears, but no matter how tight they squeezed, the pain was still present. Meatlug and Hookfang were doing any fairer as their sensitive ears became their downfall up against the Banshee.

The Banshee's ears perked, then it dashed off to the left. A second later, a blast of white hot fire crashed at its spot. With the screech halted, the two Vikings had been able to look up to see the one responsible for their rescue.

Stormfly hovered in one spot before diving down towards the Banshee. The Banshee growled at her, and then dashed off, circling the group before taking off into the skies. Stormfly quickly made chase along with Hookfang and Meatlug; all leaving the two boys behind.

"Hey, wait! Come back!" Snotlout screamed up to his Monstrous Nightmare.

"They went after that thing; let's just go back to the village." Fishlegs reasoned, and they headed back home.

After some time, Hiccup got feeling back into his limbs, preferably his legs. As much as it pained Toothless, he couldn't allow him or the other younger ones riding his back, the ceiling was pretty low in some places.

Once Hiccup was pretty sure he could walk, he clutched his right hand onto Toothless' saddle so that Toothless could lead them out. The little girl wrapped her arms around Hiccup's waist, too afraid to walk even beside the dragon for fear the monster would still get her. Gustav decided to be more of a man and clung onto no one, but stayed rather close to Hiccup and Toothless' side.

"Okay bud, show us the way." Hiccup said. Toothless pitched his sonar, the pathway immediately shown to him once the sound bounced back to his ears. Toothless moved forward, as well as Hiccup and the other two; slowly, he guided them out of the fading amethyst light and into the darkness.

The Banshee became alerted to the sound of sharp sonar echoing from the direction of his cave. It veered its head in that direction, to the left, and growled.

Night Fury…

Looking back, Stormfly, along with Hookfang and Meatlug, were tailing it, but further back as the Banshee was too fast for them. The Banshee turned upside down, flying with its back to the ground and sounded its screech.

Stormfly and Meatlug were hit with the blast of sound waves, but Hookfang continued pursuit. He caught himself on fire again and shot a blast of flames at the Banshee. The Banshee, much to any one's dismay, dodged it, spin several times before once more flying upside down, and returned the fire with another sound wave. Hookfang wasn't so lucky this time and struggled to keep the distance stable between him and the ground. This allowed the Banshee to make an escape, back to its nest.

Part 2 of this scene will be uploaded very, very shortly. Like in a half an hour...