Aw, I thank all of you for your continuous love and support! I am happy I'm helping some of you readers out with your writing, and I am glad to know you guys always look forward to my updates. That just makes me want to update even faster!

I don't know how I do it, really. I didn't go to any special school for professional writing, I even struggled in English class with all of the grammar and punctuation, but when I write, if it doesn't look right and doesn't sound right, then it's just not right to me. It just happens; it just comes to me. I must be born with it…

I don't know, but let's continue on with the story shall we!

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Vincent, along with two guards, approached the Haddock house; inside they Dagur sitting comfortably in Stoick's chair by the fire place reading some of Hiccup's notes left behind in some of his journals. Dagur had feet resting on the edge of the fire pit, one leg crossed over the other, while his neck rested perfectly with the curve of the head rest.

"Sir," Vincent called, notifying Dagur that they recently gained some information.

Dagur looked up from the journal, "What?" he asked aggravated.

"These are the guards you sent to find Hiccup's body in the lake." Vincent replied back calmly.

"Oh, good; and your findings…?" Dagur left the question in the air as to let the guards finish.

They stumbled a little, "We didn't find anything sir." Dagur closed his eyes and placed his right thumb and pointer finger on his forehead. The guards continued, "There was no sign of a body in the lake, we searched for hours and researched for hours more."

"You can't stand there and tell me a body can just get up and walk away!" Dagur argued, his temper a shear sign that he wasn't one to be trifled with.

"However," the other guards quickly added as to save themselves from being beheaded. This indeed got Dagur's attention.

"We did hear a noise in the surrounding area; it sounded small."

"Like a dragon?" Dagur asked himself as he racked his brain.

"Sir, we don't know what kind of dragons Stoick kept here on Berk." Vincent came in with the logic.

"Oh, yes we do." Dagur smiled at his brilliance. "Hiccup, is like our little archive of dragon and dragon relative information." He held out the journal he was recently reading. "You see this?" he pointed to a small Terrible Terror on the current page, "This is a Terrible Terror and they're quite small."

"I knew that." One of the guards softly whispered to the other. Vincent looked back at them only with his eyes, within a second his eyes were back on Dagur.

"Good, so now we really know Stoick's massing an army of dragons." Vincent replied not being one to rely on anything Dagur says.

"What, did you think I was lying before?" Dagur had a threatening tone to his voice.

"No sir, I meant this information would help exceedingly with the search parties out looking for the dragons. Knowing what to find would be easier and quicker." Vincent quickly covered up. Dagur narrowed his eyes, but dismissed it all together. He waved the two guards out so he and Vincent could talk in private. Vincent noticed Dagur was deep in thought.

"Have you caught something sir?"

"Have any of the search parties found signs of the dragons?"

"No sir."

"Hmmm, no dragons, no body…"

"Sir?"

"Nothing, leave." Vincent turned to leave, but was stopped once more. "Actually, before you go;" Vincent turned back around to face Dagur, "Have you been feeding Stoick?"

"No sir."

"Good, continue to do so." Vincent nodded in understanding and left. Dagur narrowed his eyes once more and drifted them off to the side, his head turning as well in thought.


Thirteen Berserker soldiers were grouped together in search for any signs of the dragons. Vincent was very precise in his orders to capture rather than kill the dragons should any be found.

The soldiers walked onward slowly with their weapons drawn and readied. They formed themselves into an arrow, a crude arrow actually; more being in the back instead of at front.

Toothless growled lowly at the intruders from the top of a tree branch. The thick leaves hid him within leaving the soldiers right below him to pass unaware. As they moved by underneath him, Toothless twisted his body to keep his on them. He lifted his head to the left, looking at the nearest tree. Within the color, Kamel blended herself into the tree. She uncurled her body and stealthily climbed down to the forest floor where the unsuspecting Berserker soldiers marched. With their backs to the dragons, the Berserkers didn't notice Kamel flashing her camouflage on and off, a signal unknown.

The Berserkers traveled into an open field about the length of a foot ball field. A hiss in the woods alerted them to a presence. Some gasped as they turned their heads to the right; another hiss and they turned their heads towards its direction—to the left.

Growls and hisses erupted from behind the tree lines all around them. Their heads turned every which way, some looked at each other thinking the same thing.

"We are so dead." One whispered. Suddenly the hissing and threatening growls stopped. The Berserkers stood absolutely still, none wanting to make a sound or move an inch.

A purple plasma blast was shot towards them; landing just to the group's right. The Berserkers that were close to the blast ended up backing into their allies. Another blast came from in front of them, out of the tree line, a blast of white hot fire. This also made them to stumble backwards.

Archers aimed their crossbows into the woods, but their eyes picked up on nothing. A spike flew through the air, landing a centimeter away from the foot of one of the archers. The blue and yellow spike was not the last and more and more came their way. Berserkers had to move this time, running to the right and into the tree line to avoid death.

The dragons gave chase, Toothless keeping his distance but not too far behind as he had a visual. If any of the humans diverted their path, Toothless shot a plasma blast to steer them back in the correct direction. The other dragons did the same, the whole scene looked as if the humans were being herded.

Suddenly, a Berserker stopped short, the others running into him, but stopping as well when they saw the danger. All thirteen were at the cove, the edge just a few steps away from them all. With an unsuspected push from a certain Nightmare, Hookfang used his head to push the lot of them off and into the lake water below. The multitude screamed as they descended, a splash silence those screams'.

A few were left now, arms ready for the Nightmare, but their moment of recovery was taken away as Stormfly whipped her tail out towards them; it acting like a barrier and pushing the remaining threat off and into the lake with the others.

The Berserkers came up to the surface, kicking their feet against gravity that very much wanted to bring them back under. Much to their dismay, it didn't matter for they weren't going to be able to leave anytime soon. Surrounding the entire perimeter was dragons upon dragons upon dragons. Montrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, Gronkles, Zipplebacks, Terrible Terrors, Thunderdrums, a Changewing, coming up from the ground were a herd of Whispering Deaths, and one Night Fury.

Toothless huffed at them before turning around and leaving the place. Kamel followed as well as the little green Terrible Terror that assisted the dark figure earlier. Soon after, Stormfly left with Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf and Belch. Together they headed back towards the village.


The figure silently skipped across the grass and up to the prison. He jumped up and climbed through the small hole, his legs going in first. Before he could get fully in, a soft row erupted in the distance. Toothless came running up to him along with Kamel and the little Terrible Terror, Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf and Belch following close behind.

"Shh, guys; you have to stay quiet." The figure spoke; looking down at Toothless and the other big dragons, "Guard the perimeter." With that the figure climbed in and landed on the floor inside. The little green Terrible Terror followed him inside, Toothless guarded the hole, Kamel jumped up on the roof camouflaged, Barf, Belch and Hookfang took the right side as Stormfly and Meatlug took the left.

Inside, the figure walked past each cell, looking in for the person he was trying to find; his prosthetic on his left foot tapped with every step. The Terrible Terror ran forward and stopped at a cell just ahead. It sat down and wiggled its tail, sticking its tongue out in a greeting.

Stoick's hand could be seen reaching through the bars and petting the little dragon on the head. The figure breathed in, then out; blinking his green eyes.

His mouth parted, "Dad?"

Stoick's hand ceased movement, a shock overwhelming his body. The figure walked up to the cell and stood in front of it, right beside the Terrible Terror. He removed his hood, letting it drift down and settle on his back.

"Hiccup?!" Stoick said with surprise and unimaginable joy.

To be continued…


Well, isn't that a good place to stop for a while. How many of you figured out it was Hiccup all along? How many of you were utterly shocked to find out it was Hiccup all along? However, I think this answers your outrage Matt; Hiccup's not dead. I don't kill my characters, remember that. I think the final question is, how the heck did he survive? You'll find out in the next chapter!

Thank you again everyone!