Frostbite continued to train several hours a day, twice a day. Hours before and after dawn and dusk. After hearing what the old man predicted what was going to happen, he became especially determined. He made his own breakfast, lunch and dinner, never having enough time to eat with his family, ignoring Vepro's advice about not neglecting his family.

He put on a lot of muscle, puzzling his brother, sister and peers, though on the outside didn't show much. His father, as always, never noticed, that his eldest son was acting strange, and his mother, kept saying that it was natural part of growing up.

It had been 2 months since, Frostbite and Vepro first met. Their relationship had blossomed into a grandfatherly grandson type of bond, but most importantly they were good friends who would put down their lives for the other, despite their massive age differences.


"Frostbite!" A sweet and gentle voice, broke the boy's daydream, of the owner of the voice.

"Anna! Hi … Anna! Hi Anna! Hello! Hi Anna!" He stuttered and tripped over his own speech.

"My dad wants this sharpened." She said calmly, placing a double-edged, spear on the table.

"Uh, ok." Frostbite took the spear and began to start the grinder. While he was doing that, Anna took a look around the Forge, and noticed Frostbite's small corner. She entered it.

What she saw next, shook her with surprise. Dragons, from common to rare, hundreds of pictures, pinned to the wall everywhere, there wasn't even an empty spot anywhere.

"Wow, what's this?" She said, as she awed the room.

"Oh nothing, that's nothing. It's just my workplace." He placed the spear down and looked into his workplace.

"It's amazing. Who knew you were such a dragon observer." She studied some of the drawings and turned to him. "So why can't you still get a dragon to like you?"

"Believe me, there's nothing more I'd like to do than train a dragon. I just don't seem to be able to." He said, looking straight into her ocean blue eyes.

"Well, if there's something that Uncle Hiccup gave you, is determination and stubbornness. Just don't give up."

Their eyes met. Green and blue. Subconsciously their lips closed in on each other, when they were inches apart, Anna realised what was happening and beckoned back, causing Frostbite to turn around in the opposite direction and blush like a tomato.

"Uh … well, see ya." Anna made her way out of the Forge, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, uh … see you tomorrow, and uh … say hi to Uncle Tuffnut … oh and here's his spear." Frostbite tossed the spear to her.

"Yeah … thanks … bye." She left, sending a last glance at him.


"Frostbite." Vepro suddenly fell to the floor of on the cave, his heir immediately ran up to him. "It's time … my time has come." He breathed, grasping his chest. "Frostbite … listen to me … you have to re-hide the Crown of Fire … if Scorpios finds it, you and your village will die … it is located under the fireplace … find it and re-hide it …"

"No! Vepro you can't go! Not now! I need you, old man! I still have so many questions, so many problems, please!" Frostbite yelled, desperately wracking his brain for the old man to stay a while longer.

"Frostbite … I'm glad to call you my heir and apprentice … don't … let … me … down … promise me?!" He yelled, the pain was consuming him.

"I … I promise." Frostbite chocked out, through the tears.

"I'm … proud of … you." Those were the last words of the man. Slowly his breathing grew quitter, his eyes closed and his stubborn heartbeat ceased beating.

A dark shadow overlooked over the boy and the dead man in his arms. The boy cried his eyes out onto the man's chest. A very bright golden spark danced out of the dried throat of the dead man and bounced away on the halls of the cave. Scorpios was now free, from his prison, and Frostbite would have to stop him.

"I won't fail you, Vepro. I'll fight to my last breath to not fail you."

Frostbite stood around the funeral table in the Dragon Palace. His green eyes watered with grief and loss. Taking a deep breath, he shot a large blast of fire, lighting the body, which was wrapped in cloth. It caught flame and Frostbite watched as the body of his mentor burned.

The plume of smoke was released through an opening in the ceiling of the stone palace.

After an hour there was nothing left on the funeral table except burning embers. Frostbite sighed to himself and walked to the fireplace, where he and his mentor, exchanged stories, solved problems, and bonded. For the first time, since he could remember, the fireplace was not burning the way it usually did, now it was a mess of pitch black coals.

He pushed around the coal to look for the one thing that he was looking for, ignoring how his hands turned black from the coal. He found it eventually. He picked up the black object and dusted it. He looked at the golden crown in hands.

It was made of pure gold, But surprisingly quite light. Delicately designed, on the side of the crown, were seven, equally spaced, flame-shaped pillars, each studded with a fairly large red ruby. At the helm of the crown was a larger flame, with a larger jewel. On it was described the phrase 'This Crown will serve its Rightful King, and his enemies it will sting'. The Crown of Fire. The thing that made its rightful owner the most powerful being in the world.

"Where am I supposed to hide you?" He wondered, his gaze shifting to the outside of the palace. "I have an idea."

The blonde mustered a weak example of a smile, and made his way out of the Dragon Palace.