Here comes the next Chapter of Lone Warrior. It is going to take a little while for anything major to happen and I'm afraid it's merely a filler.

HICCUP

In all my life, I never thought I'd see something so unique. I mean, I'd seen this sort of thing before, when we had rescued Thornado's friend from those boars. But this was altogether, far different. The metallic beast from the cove was being nursed down to the ground by Meatlug and the Timberjack. Anders was guiding Fishlegs to maneuver it onto some wooden blocks he had assembled. With a dull clunking sound, the 'Spitfire' as he called it, was down.

"Alright Fishlegs, that's good." he said, giving the thumbs-up. Meatlug dropped the rope as Fishlegs returned the gesture. For the first time, I got a good look at the machine. Although I had seen it earlier, I had only glimpsed it. It was, well, pretty big. Not as big as a dragon, of course, but it could engulf a person whole. Its nose had six blades of some sort, clustered around a conical cap. Bumps on top and a bunch of pipes didn't make much sense to me and neither did the clear bit in the middle. I could see four openings on the leading edge of its wings, two of which were on long 'stalks'. If I didn't know better, which I don't, I'd say it breathed fire from its wings.

"Woah," Tuff gasped, "It looks really..."

"Really what?" Ruff pushed for an answer.

"I dunno. Sort of strange I guess. Kinda like Stormfly and Toothless had a ba-"

"DON'T go there. " I butted in. Oh great, now I can't get that out of my head. Anders walked up to the Spitfire and patted it. I say patted, it sounded like he was punching it. It clanged in response. He turned to me.

"Hiccup. I'm going to need somewhere to keep this beast. As much as I hate to admit, I need the Cheif's help. Would you ask him for me please?" Before I could answer, Snotlout piped up.

"Oh I know somewhere. I know Stoick won't mind. Here follow me." he waved at Anders to follow and began to jog off.

"Woah-woah-woah, hang a second here. What am I going to do with Maja... err, I mean the plane for the time being?" Lout turned and shrugged.

"Pfft, just leave it there. Who's gonna want to take it anyway?" Anders contemplated this for a second.

"Mmm, good point. Show me." As the pair walked off, I felt Astrid putting her hand in mine. I looked over, seeing her big beautiful eyes gazing intently at the machine. I didn't know how she felt, what she was thinking or if she was just curious. Though considering we nearly broke up because of this thing, I guess it was tormenting her a bit. I know it was doing it to me.

"Don't touch that, you silly beast! If that gets broken, I'll never get out of here!" I jumped as Anders snapped at the Timberjack as it nosed the things spikey looking nose. Heh, dragons. As inquisitive as they are, they do sometimes end up doing more harm than good.

ANDERS

"And here we are!" The boy shouted triumphantly. I could only stop in my tracks.

"Is that it?" I meant it sarcastically, but I guess my sarcasm glands weren't working very well. There in front of us was a run-down old shack. Yes, it was run-down even by Viking standards.

"Yeah, that's it. It ought to be big enough for your metallic monster in there." Snotlout stepped up to the rotten doors and forced the rusty hinges to open. He stepped inside and I followed, because why not?

"Hmmm, yeah it is quite spacious. Plenty big. Hey, isn't that the head of Fishleg's dragon?"

"A Gronckle?" I heard Hiccup say, "Hang on a second. Those shields on the wall, aren't they...?"

"Ohhh yes!" This 'Lout guy was acting rather big for his boots here. I could tell he didn't much like me, but he was being chummy towards me, offering me a place to rest and keep Maja. Though, it seemed 'Lout's suggestion hadn't gone down well with the other teens.

"Oh NO!" Cried a rather distressed Astrid, "How did I not recognise it? This is Mildew's house!"

"Really?" Lout seemed confused, "I was wondering why the dragons didn't come inside."

"Erm, guys?" My words went unheard.

"What if Mildew comes back like, now? He'll kill us!"
"Relax, the dragons will kill him if he harms us."

"Or you know, he'll kill the dragons."

"Guys?"

"We can't expect Mildew to give up his home so readily. Unless of course..."

"Are you expecting Anders to live with Mildew?"

"Mmmmaybe?"

"Guys?"

"Just a second Legs." LEGS? Do they do this often? The answer is obviously yes.

"For fucks sake, GUYS!" That got their attention.

"Yes?" Lout meeped in a small voice. For a big guy, Lout was easily spooked.

"What is wrong? This place will do."

"But, this is someones home," Male Twin piped up, "He might wanna fight you for it"

I just slapped my hands together.

"I think I can handle it." I grinned.

ERICH

"At this range, all ship's batteries will have a perfect firing solution into the creek where our Ground Forces report the Hood is located."

"All of them?" I asked.

"Every single battery on whichever side is facing the island Sir."

"Yes, but I meant all the ships?"

"Every ship, German, Italian and Japanese, Sir."

I smiled,

"Then begin the bombardment."

ASTRID

"And the Blue corner is out for the count! Mildew is defeated!" Mulch shouted through the hollowed out Yak's horn.

To say I was surprised, would be an understatement. Mildew, one of Berk's most hated men (but, loath to admit, one of our best dragon killers), was on the floor, battered and bruised while Anders had barely a scratch on him. Impressive.

HICCUP

Well that was unexpected.

ANDERS

"Alrigh'!" Mildew wheezed, "You win! You can have my 'ouse for your fake dragon thing. Just, don't touch me anymore, I beg you!" I leaned down and spoke in his ear (came to regret that later, the man reeked),

"Cheers Mate!"

STOICK

That's the one thing that I liked about him at first. He was resilient. He had Viking Blood in him. I was hoping that with this battle finally over, Anders would move into Mildew's shack, fix his whatjamacallit and be on his way. Silence at last!

Of course, silence on this island never lasts long.

A collossal explosion from the other side of the island. It certainly riled my fellow Vikings. Then I found Anders looking at me with a classic expression on his face, one I often see on him, even now:

'Hey, I didn't do it!'

ATTENTION! This is the last chapter that will be formatted completly in the first person context. It is incredibly difficult and I believe the main reason why I have not been able to put this story into words. For those of you who liked the first-person, I'm incredibly sorry, but it had to be done.

And of course, many apologies for the massive gap. When did I put up the last proper chapter? May? March?! I am terrible aren't I?