AN: I may have been a little OOC with the canon characters a bit. I was inspired by the soundtrack "The Kill Ring" while I was writing this. It gave me some sparks in my head, and I just had to get it down quickly before I lose my train of thought. I was also inspired by a scene in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban with Professor Lupin; you guys know what I'm talking about. This is also a two-parter by the way if you haven't noticed. Stay tuned.

Today the Leatherheads were going to train dragons.

They were prepared, they were pumped, and they were definitely ready for the mysterious dragons they were about to meet on Berk. Since there were dragons that lingered on Berk rather than on Dragon Island. It wouldn't be fair for the Leatherheads to go by boat to Dragon Island for hours while the Hairy Hooligans can fly there in minus the time. The children waited for the Hairy Hooligans, exercising a little for what may come today.

Their chief could not be present though. Vladimir was indeed in desperation in find tribes to help him fight the Berserkers. So he went off with what was left of the armada, not taking Mayweather since she was of no use to him in the travel. Knowing that he was a cantankerous old man with no sense of sympathy, emotion, or anything that had to do with the human heart, he himself knew it was going to be a challenge to persuade the future tribes in allying him, but took the chance.

"Man, I hope I find a Deadly Nadder!" Tigerlily said with such arrogance but confidence in her voice, "I heard their fire is the hottest fire of all the dragons." Tigerlily had a helmet with rams on it, an auburn shirt with a leather skirt, and green leggings with fur boots. She had a spear if she ever needed to kill a dragon on sight. "They're also the most elegant of the dragons like me."

"I thinking more of a Monstrous Nightmare, you know something with a little flare and high-class, if you know what I mean," Brogan joked. He wore a black bear skin shirt with a Leatherhead belt with its crest on it, a pair with faded grey pants and fur boots that were up to his ankles. His hair was in a tight braid, though some baby hairs had crept through.

The twins wore overalls with opposite colored overalls. One wore a green tunic under a dark brown as the other wore the opposite. Their hair was in a tight braid, showing their straight hairlines. They fixed each other's uniforms as they complimented each other on their hairstyles.

"So Gandulf, Gunnar, what dragons are you guys are gonna get?" Brogan said. The eldest twin by the second, Gandulf, shrugged a little, as the youngest scratched his head with thought. They had looked at Brogan's crest and pointed at it. Brogan looked down at his crest to see it was a Gronckle that they wanted.

"I want a Nadder, too," Elsa said, having received a nasty look from Tigerlily.

"No, you can have a Zippleback. That way your lard butt can sit on both of their necks," Tigerlily said. Elsa frowned, and turned sad in just seconds.

Mayweather had watched this from afar, and observed the teens. She was in a thin fur caplet that was wrapped around her neck. She had her helmet on, all snugged on her head, though it drooped back showing her hairline. She wore a dark blue shirt with dark brown leggings and tightly fitted boots. She also had the training bow from yesterday, and the quiver of arrows she had collected from her private training session. Her hair was let loose as usual, and tied with a ribbon on the very end of her strands.

She was fixing her shoe when Brogan approached her with a stoic face and a small dagger. Mayweather didn't notice his shadow overlooking her when suddenly notice his feet. She looked up to see the boy looking down at her with jade eyes.

"Hello, Mayweather," Brogan said sounding unprepared and uncertain about what he wanted to say. Mayweather's lips formed a thin line as she saw him.

"Uh… hi," Mayweather said, cutting her conversation short.

"So… today you're… training dragons. That's something to be excited about," Brogan said, elevating his feet in boredom.

"Are you sure you wanna be see with me? Because I'm pretty certain Tigerlily will smack you around if your breath the same air I am," Mayweather said, not putting effort into forming a conversation with her ex-friend. Brogan had frowned, but accepted it. It was a fair punishment for how he had ignored her for month before they settle on this island; before their home was torched from the Berserkers. The punishment was not harsh enough though.

"Oh lass, you've been through so much," Brogan said, laying a hand on her shoulder. Mayweather had quickly slapped the boys hand from hurt, receiving an expression of hurt and discomfort.

"Wash your hands, before you touch me," Mayweather said with a deep and rather serious voice, "I don't know where you've been, what you've been doing, and who you're doing it with. You don't have the privilege of being my best friend anymore. In fact, you don't have the privilege of being my friend." Brogan saw this with fear in his eyes, but realizing who it was, he just looked at her.

"Oh enough with your words of woe!" Brogan spat at Mayweather, "All those things you said about me were all confidential, and you had went off your rocker and told the whole damn island about me being the worst viking in all of Mayhem's Abyss." Mayweather had scoffed a little at his remark.

"First off, it's me," Mayweather said, gesturing to all of her and her personality, "Second off, what we had was special and I would never, ever do anything to destroy something like that. You believed Tigerlily, and didn't acknowledge the fact that I would do that!" Her voice had risen to a point where her voice cracked.

"Mayweather! I know what I did was unthinkable, and death make me suffer for what I've done," Brogan said, grabbing her hand. His hands were indeed cold, but warm developed when Mayweather's hands were in his. "I know it won't make any difference, but I don't wanna lose you as a friend."

Mayweather's hand felt a gentle squeeze from the boy as he looked at her with pleading hands. Mayweather knew he meant week. But the cost of forgiving someone who didn't make the effort to say they were sorry meant it didn't mean anything.

"This is my father's hunting knife, from when he was alive," Brogan offered to the girl. It was a trench knife, having spikes on the knuckles, all tightened on the curves of it. She remembered the weapon from when she and Brogan were little, and that that they would throw it at the bark of a tree often, though Mayweather did not enjoy throwing sharp things.

The dragon riders had walked into the arena with their signature weapons. Hiccup had no weapon at all, thus having his ordinate shield with him. Toothless had suddenly bursted through the gates of the arena, having a somewhat shaky but somewhat erratic shiver through his body, his eyes in slits, and teeth bared out from his gums. Hiccup had asked his trusty companion what was the matter, but the stubborn night fury had only puffed out hot air into his owner's face, and began to sniff the ground and growl at it.

Astrid had noticed his behavior, but waved it off.

"We'll talk about this later," Mayweather said, snatching her hand away from Brogan, who just looked at her with utter regret. He returned back to his group as they were about to go into dragon training. Hiccup had approached the teens, who were all but eager to learn about dragons.

"Okay you guys. Today you will be learning just few of the many dragons that lurk here on Berk," Hiccup said with a determined voice and a strut to his walk, though it lacked balance due to his leg as if it hurt this morning.

"For those who wanna train the dragon available here on Berk, proceed to the dragon trainer," Astrid offered. The dragon riders waited for the children to come to them, with the Gustaveson twins being first to approach Fishlegs, Tigerlily approaching Astrid, Brogan approaching Snotlout, and Elsa approaching the Hairy Hooligan twins.

Mayweather was all alone.

The twins had the thought of what Hiccup had said, and egged Mayweather to come to their said. Mayweather felt kinda okay being with the twins, and rather trusting of the twins. She had walked hesitant to the two as they greeted her with slaps to the back, though she yelp in slight pain, considering it was Ruffnut who slapped her.

"And remember," Hiccup said, "with patience, any dragon is trainable."

They had all walked with their guides, about to train their first dragon in the deep and unknowing forest of Berk. Mayweather had walked up next to Ruffnut who nudged her with concern.

"You're not scared of dragons are you?" Ruffnut jeered a bit, but Mayweather knew she meant well. Mayweather had actually laughed at her jeering question.

"Please. I was born to train dragons," Mayweather said with a nervous laugh. Saying thing like this only made her feel like she was full of herself. Laugher had always been her weapon of choice when faced with a nerve-wrecking situation. It was her way of coping with some things, with a little of biting her nails sometimes.

The Leatherheads had walked into the forest, already a little bit of doubt coming over their heads as they walked with hesitation. Mayweather felt it the most. It was going to be a tough day, but she'll ride through it.

Raven Point

The forest brought a lot of sour memories for Mayweather. The first time she had ever walked into a forest was when her home was invaded by those Thor forsaken Berserkers. And frankly it was her last time in the forest. The forest was dense with tall trees and lots of shrubs surrounding their feet. The twins were rough-housing each other while Mayweather and Elsa walked amongst the dirt road.

Mayweather's feet were of fast tempo, while Elsa's feet were slow and indeed loud. Mayweather had to catch up to Elsa because she was so big, but fast in that sense.

"So… we're training dragons," Mayweather said, trying to start a conversation with the larger girl, though she looked as though she was ignoring her, "That seems kinda cool."

"Tigerlily said I shouldn't talk to you…" Elsa finally said. Mayweather felt hurt, and a bit surprised at Elsa. She was not one to talk very much, she was meek and quiet.

"Let me guess, Tigerlily thinks I'm a weird and strange all that gestures to me?" Mayweather guessed, assuming she would be right.

"No, she just doesn't want me to talk to you. She says that I belong with her, and her only," Elsa said, budding her index fingers into each other in embarrassment.

"That seems pretty obsessive, don't you think?" Mayweather questioned.

"Tigerlily always gets what she wants, and she never hears the word 'no'," Elsa said, "she likes things down in her way, all the time." Mayweather felt weird hearing about this. She would have thought Elsa would praise her and say all these nice things about her.

"That's Tigerlily for you, she not so nice isn't she," Mayweather said.

"Yeah but you know. That's life for you," Elsa said.

"Hey you guys," called Tuffnut, catching the two girls' attention, "I think we found a Zippleback near by!"

"Don't scream it out! You'll scare it away!" Ruffnut said, tapping her brother on the back of the head.

Mayweather and Elsa ran towards the two kids and heard a roar of a familiar dragon from the twins perspective. It echoed through the forest, getting louder as it approached. The four of them ducked down behind a good and thick bush of leaves as they observed the Hideous Zippleback. It was covered in canary yellow scales with a hint of green between them. The two heads were one agreeable dragon, as they both eat their captured lunch.

"You guys wanna go and train it?" Tuffnut said, specifically towards Mayweather, who looked a little disappointed. "Mayweather? Don't you wanna train that dragon?"

"I don't know, it's not really my type of dragon," Mayweather said. She looked at Elsa, who definitely went on ahead and crouched towards the dragon. She was big, but was very stealthy in the process. The three remaining children had looked at her with careful and observing eyes.

"So, Mayweather, what do you wanna do after you train your Zippleback," Tuffnut said, nudging her shoulder, as she was more concerned for Elsa as she approached the dragon head on with quiet feet.

"Actually, I don't wanna train a Zippleback," Mayweather confessed. Ruffnut and Tuffnut looked at Mayweather with bugged eyes.

"Then what are you here?" Tuffnut said with a loud voice, surprising the wild Zippleback's dual heads in their direction.

"Because you called me over," Mayweather shot back at Tuffnut, thus catching the twins attention, "It's a dragon that is dangerous," Mayweather said, cutting herself short.

"Oh what is it?" Tuffnut said.

"It's just an idea I had. Nothing to be all hype about."

"Is it a Monsterous Nightmare?" Ruffnut guessed.

"No."

"A Deadly Nadder?" Tuffnut guessed next.

"Not even close," Mayweather said.

Elsa had already befriended the Hideous Zippleback, thus naming the two heads. The left one was name Gertrude while the right one was named Dara. It was a female dragon, pretty in some aspects of it's features like it's eyes that gleamed a bright green, walked gracefully towards Elsa with both heads. On the other hand, the twins had shout out different dragons from every class of the Book of Dragons, even ones that weren't even in the book. Mayweather said no to all of them.

"Then what type of dragon do you wanna train?" Ruffnut said in curiosity. Mayweather felt a wash of nervousness overwhelm her as her friend asked her that.

"You guys are gonna think it's stupid," Mayweather whined.

"It's probably not as stupid as you not wanting to train a Zippleback," Ruffnut murmured under her breath. Mayweather had taken a few deep breaths as she was about to speak.

"It's a Skrill."

The twins looked at her with suspense as they could not believe what she wanted to train. A Skrill? After nearly being killed by that Skrill while on the run from Dagur's troops, Mayweather wanted to train the untrainable beast? The two had looked at each other with surprise, and back to Mayweather.

"That…" Tuffnut said with a low voice, "is the coolest ever!" Tuffnut then finished with a loud and excited voice. Ruffnut definitely seemed pumped about the idea too.

"That thing has spikes galore! And the lightning it shoots out?" Ruffnut said before being swoon by it's awesomeness in concentrated lightening powers, "Just amazing."

"That thing could have destroyed Berk in just seconds!" Tuffnut said, actually admiring the Skrill's capability in destroying the home, if it were given a chance that is.

"Yeah, yeah, that's all nice to know, but I need to know where exactly where the Skrill is," Mayweather said in the smallest of words so that the twins don't get confused.

"We know where it is; it's in a huge glacier of ice far and far from here," Ruffnut said.

"Do you guys know where it's though, like a pinpoint location exactly," Mayweather shouted with frustration and irruption. The twins were like a wall. She couldn't get through to them. When they were about to respond when Elsa had shown her newly found dragon to them.

"Hey you guys. I trained my first dragon," Elsa said, bringing over the Hideous Zippleback. The twins and Mayweather looked at the Zippleback with approving eyes.

"Great work," Mayweather said, "what are it's names?"

"Their girls, so their names are-"

They had heard a faint rumbling under their feet. Elsa's Zippleback's eyes had dilated into narrow slits, and growled. It's reaction was rather the right choice, and fled over a small hill, and disappeared over the steep slope.

"Gertrude? Dara? Why did you leave?" Elsa said in disappointment.

"I think they heard something," Mayweather said. She knelt down on the floor, and felt the ground rumble louder. It was like a faint whisper, but at the same time, it was a growling sound. It became more clamorous at the minute. The twins had placed an ear on the ground before retracting it.

"What is it?" Elsa said, sitting on the floor. The rumbling had stopped short thus now hearing only the birds chirping and wind whistling in Mayweather's ear.

"Must have been a minor earthquake. Good thing it wasn't something-"

A large Whispering Death had suddenly shot out of the ground, screaming loudly into the air. The twins, Mayweather and Elsa had covered their ears. The twins did not bring their dragons, and had only but their spears, and Mayweather had only but her bow and quiver of arrows. Mayweather's eyes were focused on the beast, being much afraid of the beast than anything else.

"Everybody, get behind me!" Mayweather said. Elsa did so, but the twins were skeptical. What was she doing?

"Mayweather, what are you do-" Ruffnut said.

"Just do it!" Mayweather said. The Whispering Death had reacted quickly and shook it's frills violently, thus having Mayweather push back the three children, using her body as a shield. Ruffnut and Tuffnut had fear in their eyes, but kept their ground behind Mayweather.

"When I say go, you guys run out of here right and get Hiccup," Mayweather whispered. The boulder class dragon was suspended in air, as it was trying to scope out it's surrounds, smelling the air for its victim.

"But what about you? You don't know anything about train dragons!" Tuffnut whispered loudly.

"Just go!" Mayweather shouted out, accidentally getting the dragon riled up. The children had fell back on their backs, trying to get to their feet. Mayweather had gotten her arrow readied to shoot the dragon. The dragon shrieked as it charged at Mayweather.

"MAYWEATHER!" Elsa yelled.

Mayweather flexed her arm and shot an arrow, missing the dragon's eyeball by just an inch. Mayweather had dodged the dragon by just a foot from it's serrated teeth.

"GET HELP!"