Thanks for waiting lads and lasses I must say I had a wonderful holiday up north and I spent a lot of time good time on the beach and with my family and friends. But that's enough on me let's get back on to Hiccup and friends (Which right now consists of a bipolar Night Fury, a crippled Blacksmith and a giant red eyed man who could snap his body like a twig).

Storspeaker: Well what do you expect? English is basically an alien langrage to Dragons to them it's like an English person trying to understand fluent Chinese.

Guest: I kind of have to somewhat agree with you on that first bit… As for the mark it will be explained in good time but for now I will tell you this: changing colour is not the only thing it does. And about the last part… she'll calm down eventually… just don't quote me on that.

Guest: Don't got much to say don't you?

The Night Fury POV.

I had finished the fish ages ago but the human still hasn't left, and it was starting to get on my nerves. The human was doing nothing physically to annoy me and I doubt it would even attempt to bug me in the first place. In fact it was all but ignoring me constantly sticking to the other side of the Cove no matter where I moved it would be on the other side muttering to himself in its human tongue. All of this was fine by me it just made ignoring the human easier, but its constant human chatter was starting to bug me.

It was nonstop and extremely annoying and the fact that none of it made a lick of sense to me only added to my annoyance. I tried everything I could to either shut up the noise or shut it up; I tried closing my ears, yelling orders at it, putting my head under water I even tried threatening it but it even then it only worked for a small amount of time.

More permanents options where out of the question as well. If I killed the human I would die as well due to my life debt (or become the victim to eternal suffering), escaping was impossible, driving the human out might be even harder then escaping and sleeping…. After last night…. That dream… I don't want to sleep again for a while.

As for what the human was so stressed about well it didn't take a genius to figure out it had something to do with the strange markings that was slowly and at sometimes painfully making its way across both of our skins.

I take a moment to glare at the markings that have engulfed most of my left front leg; it had stopped glowing the strange colour and had returned to the familiar strange faintly glowing blue. I had not yet decided on what I thought of the strange markings yet. True it was annoying but it has not affected me all too greatly and it has provided something to think about while being stuck in this pit trap.

In conclusion these markings where a lot like the human, they were both annoying and a pain in my hide yet I could not get rid of either of them so I would tolerate both…. For now.

I was so deep in thought I did not realise the human had stopped his pointless mumbling until a sudden snapping caught my attention. My senses instantly went on high alert I raised to my feet in an instant my entire body ready to pounce at any incoming foes, realising a soft growl I couldn't help but ask myself how my reflexes reacted so quickly to the sound. I admit I was fast before but never this fast…. strange….

The human released a small sound from his mouth that made my senses go on the fritz. The human then muttered something once more but it was a lot shorter than any of its original ranting's. I stare at the human a bit trying to figure out what he had done to cause that reaction from me.

::Get lost:: I growled at it hoping the human would finally get the picture. And what came next surprised even me.

The human threw up its arm and grumbled in frustration giving me the best dagger glare a human could give with fear bubbling so close to the surface ready to burst. The human still mumbling under its breath began to gather everything that it brought with me that I did not eat or destroy. I watched the human my eyes wide in interest, this human has done what I asked with little trouble on my part…..

Maybe after a little bit of effort I could train the Human to get me fish…

Hiccup POV.

"Well that was a major disappointment…." I mutter as I climb out of the cove of disappointment. True I should have been prepared for this but me being the always hopeful boy I was thought that all my answers would have been solved by that Night Fury if I gave it the right push. Nope it just took my fish and told me to get lost.

Well I should be used to that by now… but for some reason this felt different than any other time someone has betrayed my trust before. It felt similar to the time the Night Fury bit me like something was once again pulling at my gut. I hated this feeling I hated the feeling of disappointment and betrayal, I hated it because I was so use to feeling it that all I ever wanted no I all I ever craved is to feel the opposite of these feelings… and maybe one day I will.

But that day won't come anytime soon and I will have to suffer through much to gain it… for there is always a price to pay for such a wish. There always is.

Whoa wait where did that come from? Since when did I become a philosopher? Well I guess that's just another question needed to be answere d. Heh after shooting down that night fury I seem to be getting a lot of unanswered questions.

I shot down a Night Fury…. Wow even after meeting the beast several time in person the mere thought of doing such a feet still managed to leave me dizzy in the head. I had done the believed to have been impossible I had shot down the Dreaded Night Fury. True I did not have the guts or heart to end the beast life but I still shot it down that had to account for something….. Wait a minute.

All these strange things started happening after I shot down The Night Fury…. Could it be possible that….. The Night Fury…. Had something mystical about it? Like some sort of curse?

Nah.

If this was some sort of Night Fury curse wouldn't I be the only one suffering from it? If my visit to the Night Fury had shown me anything it had shown me I wasn't the only one with a slowly expanding Tattoo. And I doubt the Night Fury would want whatever curse it had bestowed upon me… Then again by dragon standards this one is pretty wired…

Well I can't worry about that right now, right now I had to focus on getting out of these woods. True I knew these woods like the back of my hand (Before they became covered with Tattoos that is) but even someone as experience as I could still get lost in this labyrinth of oak and pine. I had a lot of memories involving me getting lost in the woods, spending hours trying to find my way out of them like a rat in a maze. In fact one time I….. Wait….

I did a 360 taking in my surroundings taking in every tree every rock every well anything that could give me some barring on where I was.

"I thought I grew out of this already…" I mutter as I Iet lose a sigh of frustration. I Henry Horrendous Haddock the third was lost in the woods for the first time in nearly 4 years.

Congrats me, next time let's see if we can make it 5 years.

Astrid's POV. (Finally)

I had to admit it was very impressive how Gobber managed to answer all `of our question with no problem at all, but then again what do you expect from someone who has been teaching the art of dragon killing since before I was born.

I absorbed every piece of knowledge (That was useful) that blurted out of the veterans mouth, anything I could use to be the best Dragon slayer in my class and hopefully one day return my families honour.

Anyone who had half a brain and a good memory knew that my family's name ran deep in the blood of dead dragons, generation after generation my family has produced some of the greatest dragon killers of all time in fact the only other family to ever beat mine in dragon killing is the Haddocks family (If the whole family was like Mayor Stoick what do you expect). But this time there was no Haddock in my age group there for no real threat to my soon to be title of Top of the class.

And then maybe just maybe I might be able to solve my families little ahh dragon problem. Actually little may be the wrong word for something that has been destroying the Hofferson name for centuries.

But that's is for a future date right now I needed to focus on the challenges at hand which at the moment was becoming the best of the class. Even with my fitness and skill there will always be someone who could who will provide a challenge. Scott might be one if he stopped showing of his 'impressive' skills and boosting about how 'great' he was and started actually fighting. Darren or DogBreath as everyone called him was a brute of a kid who had to shave twice a day, he was the schools top bully and had one of the lowest iq of our grade. But I must admit that kid was possibly one of the best fighters of our age.

The twins could pose a threat if they stopped fighting each other and started working together and if you have seen any of the pranks those two pulled off while working together you would have to agree. Francis had the book smarts and the muscles but he lacked the bravery or the motivation to use then during a fight unless you pushed him too far.

In fact everyone in my class had their own strengths and weakness and I knew every single one of them well except two.

The first one was of course the new girl Heather. As far as I am aware this was her first day at this school and that she was some sort of exchange student. I am not yet sure what she thinks of dragon killing classes or this school for that matter but I could already tell that I disliked her. Still my first impressions have been wrong before and she might actually be a good ally in later times…. Might.

That only left one person in my class and that person was…. Hiccup. The schools/towns klutz, the boy he doesn't even eat in the lunchroom, the assistance of belching Gobber, ticking time bomb of disaster and the only person in this entire school I could never understand the one person I could never for the life of me figure out. And this gave him the potential of being my greatest threat. but then again boy was clumsy and a prime target for bullies and after what he did to me yesterday I doubt he will be any form of trouble for much longer.

In truth I would rather stay far away from Hiccup and the trouble he caused. Personally I would rather leave him alone and not bother myself with petty things like revenge, so he accidently dumped a little smoothie on me so what? If he stuck around I would have done something bad to him but he ran away (And it quite impressively two). The only reason I'm still going on about punishing him is because my friends won't leave me alone to practice until I do (that and no one makes a full out of a Hofferson).

Other than that he was a nobody and a somebody like me shouldn't bother themselves with… the likes… of ….them….

"Sir why do we use swords and axes when there are perfectly good modern weapons like Shotguns and assault rifles? I don't mean to be rude or anything but aren't swords and stuff a little old fashion?" asked a female voice that I recognised as the new girls snapping me out of my thoughts. She sounded miffed and after the mouthing of Gobber gave her I wasn't really surprised.

"Well that's actually quite simple when you stop and think about it. Ye see dragons our big tuff creatures with hides thick enough to absorb most damage, their bone structure is sturdy as well making it incredibly hard to kill dragons with bullets alone, one dragon alone could have several magazines of bullets shot at it and shrug it off. Bullets and guns are also a lot more expensive then ye first think and to give everybody in town a gun and a stockpile of bullets is extremely expensive. plus we don't want another Outcast incident…." Said Gobber trailing of realising he had just mentioned something that he shouldn't of.

The Outcast incident was not exactly Berks best topic of discussion, it is rarely mentioned or thought about amongst us younger generation due to the fact that hardly any of us knew of what happened and those who did never told anyone else.

"There are plenty of other reasons we don't use guns those where just some of them but for now I won't bore ye to death with the details." Gobber quickly added. "So any more questions?" he asked.

I was about to ask him one about the point system when the bell went for next period. "All right everyone out ye get on to next class, oh yeah I almost forgot I'll be organisin' ye into ye groups tomorrow so ye better attend or ye out of this class!" Gobber bellowed over the sound of two dozen students packing up their gear and leaving the classroom.

As I exit the door I could not help but let lose a faint sigh, I would hate to be Henry Usedon to be tomorrow in fact if it was any worse for the boy I would nearly pity him.

Hmmm maybe I should leave Astrid alone for a while so I can figure out her character… or I could work with this. Oh yes and today I'm going to try something a little different for the end of my story. Today I'm going to give you a sneak peak to the next chapter.

My vision blurred as my heart began to race faster and faster with in my chest painfully reaching out and slamming itself over and over again against my ribcage. I would have screamed but my voice no longer worked instead all I did was inhale and exhale massive quantities of air. The pain continued to lick its way across my skin like a bush fire becoming more excruciating with every passing moment until…

Nothing.

And that was when I first heard it; it started as just a mere whisper that at first I thought it was just a figment of my imagination until it came again this time a louder and more bolder. The sound return again and again getting louder and clearer every time when all of a sudden I heard.

Who are you?

So what do you think should I make this a usual thing or? I leave that up to you.

Sticks and stones may break bones but a good wack to the head with a hammer will be sure to kill.

Thor-Born signing out.