Fear not! FOR I'M NOT DEAD! Yet... I had a complete burnout when the doc got deleted by mistake TWICE! How annoying can that be!?

Oh no, here comes some of the fighting. Maybe. *Evil laughter*

OH! I've also got to show you the darkest part of Antius's past REAL soon. *More Laughter*

I'M AN IDIOT! I gave Madge 2 names in a chapter! Well, it's fixed now.

And for you people who saw RTTE finale season, everything happened the same, but no Johann, not yet.

I will change POV once from Hiccup to Astrid. Keep that in mind. IT'S IMPORTANT!

"Okay guys. Be on your guard. We have no idea how much Berk's weapons have advanced." Whispered Hiccup. They had taken a day-long trip on dragon back to get to berk to end a war that needed to be stopped.

"If they have at all." Joked Vius.

"When do you take anything seriously? You didn't take the hunters with any kind of focus until you were in danger." Scolded Madge.

"Hello? We have a village to sneak into." said Antius. The village was now in sight. There were clear signs that a dragon raid had just attacked. They had agreed that Hiccup would go first because Night Furies are hard to see in the darkness of the night.

"Okay, I'm going. If something goes wrong you know what to do" Hiccup slightly doubted that he would need help, but just in case.

"This is why people know about you and not us. Because you always go in head first without us." Hiccup's only response to Vius was a laugh.

"And I'm the one with the more famous dragon."

"You mean the dragon with the bigger ego." Said Madge

"Hey! Not nice! And remember, stealth is important."

"When's it not?"

"Oh nevermind." After telling them to meet him at Ravin's point he flew toward the village and circled it once or twice. So this was Berk, after all these years. Hiccup could only stare.

'Which side are you on?' Hiccup felt the memories flash back to him. Memories of pain and anguish.

'Hey, useless Over here!' No! Not him...

'Ahahaha! What a pathetic, little, viking you are!' The twins...'

You need to stop all... this.' Well too bad Gobber, this is who I am.

'I'm sorry, but I can't been friends with you...' Fishlegs, the former friend that had left because of bullying.

'Son, you should be tougher.' The voice of his dad held no emotion, dark and cold.

"No no no.." Hiccup mumbled to himself. Noticing his rider's discomfort, Toothless let out a little croon to comfort his rider. Hiccup took a deep breath, pulled back to reality, and looked down at his best bud. "It's okay bud, I'm okay. Come on let's get back out of here and go go back to the cove near Raven's point." Hiccup closed his eyes and calmed down, ready to turn around. That was until he heard a person's voice.

"HELP!"

Hiccup turned his head to try to see who was in trouble. He didn't care if they killed dragons, or if they were from Berk, or whatever, they needed his help. Locating the source of the sound Hiccup looked down, and saw one of the last people he expected to see in trouble. His heart twisted in both shock and fear. It couldn't be...

Astrid.

Astrid leaned up against the remains of a burnt and beaten house. She had been fighting for the past few hours, and for once she felt as if all her fight had been completely drained from her. The dragons were attacking with an unusual amount of ferocity. They were taking food like it was nothing. But whether she was tired or not she had to help all she could. Spotting Stoick she half walked, half limped from a long scratch in her leg from a nadder.

"Chief! There's to many! What are we going to do!?"

"What we always do, keep on fighting." Came his only reply, throwing a bola at a flying nadder.

"We've been doing it for over 300 years now!" Seeing that this was his only answer, Astrid turned around to go help the village, but it all made her head spin.

To many dragons... To many dragons... To many... Dragons... Astrid's limbs felt week beneath her. Her vision grew hazy and her balance swayed. Without an ounce of strength left Astrid collapsed onto the ground from complete exhaustion. No! She had to help the village! Using her arm as a prop she tried to get back up, but only fall back down again. They were everywhere... So many dragons... To many...

GET UP! A Voice screamed in her head. You CAN'T let this beat you! Astrid fought to get her legs to lift her up. She cringed at the pain seeping from her wound. The scratch may not have been deep, but the dragon's poison made the wound feel much worse than it really was. She managed to walk a few feet, but then doubled over onto her knees. She just couldn't take all the strain she was gone through. Years of warrior training... For THIS! She tried to get up, but her limbs were in complete shutdown.

But the she heard something... Footsteps... LOUD footsteps. Astrid jerked her head to the right to see a Monstrous Nightmare charging at her. Oh no. It's large head collided with her tired body, flinging her off the ground and twenty feet back. Next time it got close enough it would kill her. But she couldn't DO anything. She was to exhausted, but she couldn't just lie there waiting for death.

"HELP!" The words escaped from her mouth before she could stop herself, and their went her honor, and probably her life. As the dragon rushed closer Astrid curled into a ball and put her hands up to protect herself. The creature's maw opened up, revealing sharp teeth and fire. But before it roast her one more sound was heard. The cry of the Night Fury.

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!" The sound of the dragon got louder, but louder than normal. Astrid screwed her eyes shut, waiting.

It's coming straight at me. I'm going to die... It's screech filled her ears, and then the blast filled the air. But Astrid felt no pain. She felt the explosion, yes, but no pain. When she dared to open her eyes there it was, FACING the other dragon. And there was someone else as well. A man dresses in black armor and holding... a flaming sword!? He slowly forced it back, and with a movement of his sword, it flew away. The rider turned to her, his eyes gleamed behind the mask he wore. The Night Rider. That's who this man was! He knelt down to look straight into her own eyes. Astrid, too weak to do anything, lied there stairing back without a word. The dragon turned around to face her and growled. Astrid's heart suddenly pounded in fear. The unholy offspring of lightning and death was standing right in front of her. Her body instantly became paralyzed in fear. How was she not dead? Why did The Night Rider, the guy claimed to have destroyed the Outcasts, help her?

"What... Why...?" Was all Astrid's weak voice could manage to say.

The rider just kept silent and slowly turned around and backed away and sat back down on his dragon's saddle, the beast still growling. At this point at least one viking had noticed him walking away. They must've thought she'd been attacked by the Night Rider, for they redirected their attention from the dragons to the strange man in black armor, which, to be realistic, who wouldn't?

The villagers yelled and charged towards the man. But then, out of nowhere, three more dragon sounds were heard. They sounded like a Night Fury but each one was ever so slightly different. Three dragons were spotted flying down. One was white, one red, and one gold. They all landed near the Rider, taking up defencive positions. Each dragon rider held a slightly different, but unique, weapon. Astrid tried again to get up and, surprisingly, shakily got back up onto her feet.

"Hey babe." Snotlout! If he had seen her down like that she would never hear the end of it. "Did you see how I saved you from that guy? Doesn't your hero deserve some attention?" He said, showing off his 'big muscles'.

"Shut up Snotlout!"

"Okay, fine!"

Turning her attention back from Snotlout to the four dragon riders, and not everything Johann said was incorrect. They were REALLY good fighters. The Night Rider (or at least who she thought he was) brought up a silver shield and his flaming blade, ready to attack. He attacked like a viking, ruthless and strong, but maintained a quick fighting form. He could dodge and deliver attacks very well. The fire from his blade would lag behind, distracting the opponent and allowing him to deal out more blows. The others were also very good. Astrid watched on with curiosity.

The one girl of the group fought with an extreme push, rarely on the defense. Her blade was pitch black with red cracks that seemed to glow. She wasn't as strong as the villagers but her weapon made up for that. The cracks in her blade glowed and oozed out a glowing liquid. Astrid suspected it only did the same thing as the Night Rider, but was proven wrong. No matter what she hit, her blade melted through all of the objects it sliced. sword: melted, shield: melted. Her attacks left all of her enemies completely defenseless. How it didn't melt itself was a miracle beyond her caught was stuck

The third man with the white clothes and black armor plates held two black blades. Astrid didn't see anything special about them them but they were still effective nonetheless. He would block and attack at the same time, and could take on multiple enemies at once. His fighting style was impressive and no one could land within an inch of him. his fighting style only became more and more fluent. He alternated the blade between a normal grip to a reverse-grip, nearly untouchable. Although she preferred an ax, Astrid envied the twin weapons.

The last one wore tan colored clothes trimmed with gold lacing. He had two weapons, a long, thin sword, and an elegant bow. He shot a few arrows with pinpoint accuracy, incapacitating many warriors. He drew his sword when they got close. The long, silver and gold blade through the air at lightning speed. He knocked one down, jumped back, and took another another out one at a time. His tactics were near flawless, exploiting every weakness that showed itself. The long blade held a short, thickened piece of metal that ran about one sixth of the way down the blade. It split down the middle into a V-shaped cross guard, changing his style unpredictably.

Wow. They ARE good.

"Hey Astrid, you're going to help or what?" someone yelled at her. Snapping out of her daze, she picked up her ax and ran towards the group. She swung her blade at the only girl on the group, careful not to hit the blade. Astrid picked up a spare shield up at threw it at the girl The shield was was simply knocked out of the way, but it was all that was needed to shove her to the ground. Astrid got away from the fray as fast as possible. they couldn't win like this, and the village was still being attacked by dragons. Gobber has to have something for this. Without another word Astrid ran off to the blacksmith.

"Gobber! I need some help with them!" She yelled at the top of her voice.

"I ain't got anything that could help lassie!" he said over the fire and the explosions.

"Didn't Hiccup make a ballista before the bola incident?" referring to when he claimed to have shot down a night fury, which according to his notes, he did.

"It's in the back, but it never worked!" but it was too late. Astrid had already ran in and grabbed it before Gobber could warn her.

I hope this works. She thought subconsciously. Hiccup had never been known for success, but them again, he hadn't been known for anything but being weak. maybe, just maybe, it might work. she quickly found the device, coated in dust. Astrid grabbed it and ran back to the fight as fast as her weak leg would allow. she tried to set up the device when she got back to the fight. It took her a moment or two, she never understood anything he made. it was so alien to her. he wasn't really into their way of life.

As soon as they got into her sight she set up the device. a creak, a groan, and the ballista was set up properly. she set the old things sights on the man with the duel blades. she pulled back the string and pulled a small lever on it.

CRACK!

The Ballista smashed itself, launching it's last bolt. it soared through the air, right on target. the man's eyes look up at the bolt, and the world slowed down. he was trying to bring up both his swords, but was to slow. but the bolt didn't hit him. the man in the tan armor had pushed him down to the ground. his blade was up and ready, pointed like a needle. the bolt hit it dead-on, and split. the bolt split in the middle, hitting two other vikings. the force caused him to stumble, but it was just enough. stoick threw him down to the ground, his body going limp. a screech was heard. all of the four dragons took to the sky, two of the three riders on their demon's backs. the golden dragon and the white shot one blast each. the blast spread some odd, clear liquid. anyone caught was stuck.

"GO!" The man with white armor yelled to his allies. they seemed reluctant but flew back towards the woods. the man was soon covered in vikings, restraining him.

"Take them to the great hall for questioning."

"What about the rest of them?" one of the villagers yelled.

"We'll deal with that. but the wounded and the village comes first, you all know your duties. and Astrid?"

"Yes chief?" she replied with slight fear, something she hadn't experienced in some time.

"Come with me and Gobber into the great hall to question them." he said, motioning his head to the two dragon riders.

"Yes sir." she replied and slowly walked towards the great hall, a new gleam in her eyes. Time to get some answers.

"Hiccup! we have to go back for them!" Madge yelled.

"We will, I promise." Hiccup said, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Berk messed with the wrong dragon riders Madge, and it was a mistake, a huge one."

FINISHED!

FINALLY!