In the morning we flew to the Edge and were now making plans to release the Terrible Terror.

"Astrid, when we release the Terror it should fly straight to it's master. You and Stormfly are the fastest. You'll take Snotlout as back up."

"Got it."

"Soo what happens if we're lead to a trap?"

"We'll follow behind both of you. Just in case."

We broke and began to gather various supplies. Packing a jar of Monstrous Nightmare gel next to Astrid's favorite battle axe and a very well-wrapped eel, Toothless wasn't yet aware of. Fishlegs was carrying food supplies and a plant book he insisted was necessary while the twins carried some camping supplies.

Astrid was in charge of the releasing the Terrible Terror and Snotlout had the fake journal pages. When they were ready they had released the dragon. That was several minutes ago and now the rest of us were ready to follow.

"Remember, we just need to be able to follow Astrid and Snotlout. So as soon as you see them tell the rest of us. We need to follow at a distance so we're not seen."

Astrid's POV

As soon as I let the little dragon out, it raced north. Thankfully we've been too busy trying to keep we with the small dragon and not seen that we haven't had time to talk. Never mind I thought as Snotlout caught up to me again, "-you know I've always-" he was saying. I've just been tuning him out. I shook my head just in time to see the dragon looking back and changing course.

"Shoot! He's seen us again!" I called to Snotlout. I nudged Stormfly closer hoping to keep the small dragon in sight. The dragon twisted into a sharp dive and we tried to follow. It found an island and nearby sea stacks weaving through the columns. We flew after it catching glimpses of the blue little terror until... nothing.

Stormfly whipped around in the air searching and watching waiting for something to move... There! We whisked past Hookfang and Snotlout after the dragon flying in the opposite direction. We slowed watching the small dragon, fly. Snotlout whispered to me about how that was like the hundredth time the dragon spotted us and tried to bolt. My response was that he was speaking too loud and that we should try to hang back further.

Eventually, the dragon circled back to an island we passed before and landed. We watched it crawl into the forest before landing and following it.

"What's it doing back here?" Snotlout whisper-shouted.

Moving the leaves on a bush I saw the dragon. "I think... t's climbing into that log. Why?"
The dragon vanished into the log and I told Snotlout to get into the sky and direct the others here. It was important the dragon didn't realize we were following it.

By the time everyone else arrived a while later the dragon had run through the log and into a barren field and vanished.

"You lost it?!" Snotlout asked dumbstruck. My mood darkened as he continued talking about my failure. The twins had landed and gone off to look at the field. Hiccup quieted Snotlout and turned to me.

"Don't worry about it. The dragon was well trained managing to shake you just means we're dealing with a really good trainer."

"We already kn-"

"Ow!"

"Quiet!" I shouted in the direction of the cry. I was quickly running out of patience, and getting frustrated with the whole situation. "I ju-"

"Hey... Astrid..."

Sighing I gave up and turned to look at Fishlegs standing near the twins near the center of the field. "Sorry, but I thought you would like to see this."

Fishlegs bent down and grabbed something. Pulling it up revealed a small dragon cage, the Terrible Terror was inside, hissing.

"See I knew you didn't simply lose it." Hiccup said patting my back before he ran over to the cage.

I joined them a short while after. Hiccup and Fishlegs were talking about the twins bumping into it and how the cloth was colored. The dragon had calmed down probably because the cloth was down. I bent down examining the simple trick that fooled me.

The cloth was thick making sure light didn't get through on the inside but on the outside it was a dusty brown like the earth around it. Small rocks and dirt clung to it giving it texture and a little color. Even close up it looked almost like the ground only slightly off because I was so close and looking directly down at it. It was low to the ground so much that it was hard to make out unless you were level with the ground.

Hiccup announced that we would be watching the field, on shifts of two until someone appeared to retrieve the dragon. So we set up a little ways off and night fell.

Later into the night I waited for my shift, the twins were on duty and Fishlegs and I will swap with them when they come back. Snotlout was fast asleep and has been for several hours. Above his light snoring and Hiccup's and Fishlegs's soft talking was a rustling.

Getting up with my ax I crept towards the bushes. Pushing past the layer between our small camp and the rest was a small forest leading to the barren field. I made my way through the branches and leaves, hoping I was being quiet. When I arrived at the log we set up to look at the field though I found to my annoyance that the twins weren't there.

I looked around and didn't see anyone. Hearing something on my left I spun scanning for anything different or sticking out. Something glinted in the dark as I spun and I stopped to quietly watch it. It bobbed up and down slightly and somethings vanished in the darkness of the trees.

Creeping forward to the glint I carefully hid my ax from the moon's light. I slid down a small ravine and was almost on top of the glint. The sound of boots hitting the ground caught my attention and I glanced up. Doing a double-take I saw a black dragon on the edge of the clearing. A rider stood beside them.

The rider wore a dragon skull over their face but it was clear that they were female. They wore a strange black leather built suit that was covered with small pouches. The dragon was all black, low to the ground and looked a little like a Toothless. However, the tail and wing shape were wrong, and it was too close to the ground. The dragon followed its rider out into the clearing. I ducked down as far as I could, hoping that when they got to this side of the clearing I would be invisible.

Clang

I peaked over and saw that the dragon had found the Terrible Terror. The rider was opening the door and reaching around the dragon when it clamped down, biting into her arm. Pulling back the small dragon let go leaving it in the cage and it blew a small plume of fire at her. Her dragon stuck its face into the cage, too small for its face, and came back up a moment later. The dragon faced its rider holding the Terror and she patted her dragon before grabbing the pages the dragon had been sitting on.

Just then the Terror twists and bit the dragon holding it, the dragon dropped it and it flew off into the forest. The rider looked back down to the papers before they stuffed it into the saddle bag on their dragon. Grabbing a notch in a nearby log, I leaned closer trying to see more of the dragon. If it was a Night Fury then we could finally figure out why Toothless was the only Night Fury around.

A rustling came from the other side of the clearing, drawing the rider's attention. The dragon curled around its rider protectively. Another rustling, a crushing sound and a snapping, suddenly I felt myself falling. A whistling sang in the air before I hear a command from the rider. "Crypt, get out of here!"