I wanna tell you why I called this chapter this. WARNING: SPOILER ALERT! Wow. Dawn Lovix's review was wow. My chapter titles usually are small, yet significant lines character in the story say, but wow. This person was spot on. If you don't want a spoiler I'd advise not looking at this person's review on last chapter. However, if you already read it I put warning:spoiler alert at the beginning of this note, so don't get mad. Again, Wow. You have skilz. AAAAAnyway, enjoy...

I finally found the Thor forsaken beast and somehow dragged it back to my boat without being seen. For some reason I felt like someone was watching me, but every time I looked up, there was nobody. It was kind of creepy.

What am I saying? I'm Alvin the Treacherous. I'm able to bring a whispering death to it's knees-er, chin, or whatever they have. I'm able to survive a lightning bolt to the chest, and years with the wrath of Berk on my back. Creepy. Yeah right.

Once I hid my dragon in the bottom with all my supplies, I untied the boat from the docks, released the sail, and took off.

I had to find the young bonded girl, before she got home. But, I don't have any idea how to do that. So, I'm going to ask someone for help. Someone who is great at tracking dragons.

The only clue left over was dragon claw marks, obviously there was a tussle between the culprit and the whispering death. If I can get this man to identify this species and hunt it for me, then I'll find Pache.

The man I'm looking for travels often, and I had to find a very special map that had his routes on it from Trader Johann. Eret son of Eret I believe his title was. One of the most well known, yet mysterious dragon trappers alive. The map is extremely rare, and of course Johann would have it. It just so happens.

I have to hurry, otherwise it'll take me a month to find him. Nothing can go wrong unless a storm brews, but the sky is not pink tonight, so I should be alright for now.

Hearing my stomach growl, I walk towards the cargo for some food. When I open the lid to one of the barrels, there is something that could be a flaw in my plan.

A young boy sat scrunched up in the barrel, staring up at me with frightened eyes. In his hands was a small dagger in a hilt that had his name carved in it. Gabriel, it said.

"Gabriel, what are you doing here?" He said through clenched teeth. The boy's eyes widened.

"How do you know my name?" He asked in wonder and admiration. What a stupid, naïve child, Alvin thought.

"I know things you don't. You see, I have a special type of magic that can't be explained."

"Wow."

"Now, answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"I… I want to find dragons to prove I saw one. I snuck away in this barrel to prove I'm not imagining things. So… Please don't throw me off. I swear I'm not crazy!" He pleaded, his body tense. Alvin reached down and picked the boy up by the scruff of his collar.

He could use this boy to his advantage.

"Calm down, I'm not going to throw you off. In fact, I'm looking for a dragon too, if you will help me, I'll let you stay with me."

"Really?"

"Really." He said and put the five year old down. "But, before you go I have one secret to tell you." He leaned in to whisper in Gabriel's ear. "I need to find this dragon to make my magic even more powerful. And, if you ever decide to betray me, you. Will. Pay."

His face flushed, and Alvin smiled. "Understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"There's a good lad, now get to work."

"Yes sir."

"And you're not in the hull."

"Yes sir."

Yes, my plan is going well. And, if the little bugger ever did decide to betray me, his father will have an interesting visit.

"Well, hello there my good customers, please feel welcome to look around and buy whatever interests you. On this section we have a sale and on this one we have restocked in. Oh, , I need to speak with you!" Trader Johann called him over.

"Hello Johann, what do you need?" Gobber asked.

"Actually, I have information regarding a certain dragon rider." He said ominously.

"Hiccup?" He'd hoped he would learn more about his old apprentice. Hiccup told much about his travels in full detail, but didn't tell much about himself. He spoke about the wonders of the places he went to, some about Freyja, but didn't speak anything about himself.

"No. It's someone who rides her dragon like the wind blows through the air, cutting through it in a beautiful, elegant manner."

"Astrid?" Gobber hated when Johann got in detail. It was like listening to riddles.

"No. It's someone who dares to ride in storms and who can strike fear into anyone's hearts once their true treachery is unleashed."

"Ruffnut and Tuffnut?"

"No, it..."

"For Thor's sake Johann, who is it!"

"The girl you call, Apachexaterrascorpioarosalight."

"You could have just told me that in the first place." His face made an annoyed expression.

"But I…"

"I don't want to hear it. What's the news?"

"Well, while I was out just a couple hundred miles north-east off the coast of a large country called Ainstatia, a place where trade has flourished for many years and in which I had traveled to often, I was receiving payment for a bottle of squid ink wrestled from the bottle of the ocean by a…"

"Johann."

"Oh, I'm rambling again. Anyway, the man I was trading with walked off with the rare black substance, a shadow popped out of nowhere, and I got chills. A terrible and frightening stench filled the air, and a familiar, scratchy voice rang through my ears."

"Johann."

"And when I turned around to face the man, it was just who I had suspected. He towered over me by at least three feet, and the size of his muscles tensed up showed just how serious he would be over the manner in which he came to see me."

"Johann."

"He leaned down, his dark eyes gazing into mine, as if looking into my soul."

"JOHANN! Just get to the point." Gobber shouted, annoyed at the over detailed storytelling of the sailer.

"It was Alvin the Treacherous." Gobber's expression changed from anger to surprise.

"What?" There was a slight tint of disbelief in his voice. The trader did tell some tall tales every now and then.

"That's right sir Belch. It was him, no doubt about it."

"What did he want?"

"Well, recently I had received a very special item, one that I had been looking forward to acquiring for over…"

"JOHANN!"

"It was a map of Eret son of Eret's courses." Again, more surprise. The man was a living legend. Not as big as the death rider of course, but his name and tales of him were very well known. The trapper's skills were unmatched and anyone who challenged him disappeared.

"What did he want with that?"

"He didn't say much, but I did catch a slight error in his words. It was so small it was like a speck of dust on a polished crystal, barely detectable. However, my sharp hearing and familiarity with lies was able to detect the problem in wh…"

"Johann I swear I'm this close to killing you."

"Well, uh… anyway. He said "With this I can get what I've been wanting for so long once she's mine again." The last part I found very interesting."

"So that means that…"

"He doesn't have her. And if he wants a trapper's help it's obvious she got away with a dragon. A special species he himself cannot identify." Gobber took a minute to process this information, the happiness that they have a huge lead overwhelming his mind.

"Thank you very much Johann, I'll make sure this news doesn't go to waste."

"It was my pleasure. I'd better get back to work now. Can't keep the customers waiting, my old man used to say. It's an interesting story in fact how he came to know that." But, when the trader turned his back to share it with Gobber, he was already gone.

"HAHAHAHA!" Distant laughter could be heard from where Valka was watching her granddaughter play with the hatchlings from a high pirtch.

Earlier she had introduced the Bewilderbeast to Pache. She spoke with him, and they shared words of wisdom. Even though Valka wasn't able to understand the conversation, she knew Pache was satisfied with herself now. Her facial reactions and body language showed surprise, comfort, and happiness. Of course the wise Alpha would do that to a troubled girl. Now when she walked it looked like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders.

The treatments Valka used on her almost immediately healed her wounds, and in a short time running was something easily done. Soon, feeding time would come and she wanted to see the happy reaction of her descendant's face. The big smile that came upon dragon riding. Hopefully, she'd also tell more about her father and her past.

She wanted to ask Pache to stay with her, and grow up to learn even more about dragons. How would she respond? There were dangers, such as Eret and Drago, but they could be avoided if given the effort, and there would definitely be Alvin trying to track Pache down, but after being away from humans for so long, you long for contact with your own species.

This was Valka's chance again to make up for the years she lost, and use them to an advantage. While she didn't want to take a child from her parents, she needed to learn to control her powers, and the Bewilderbeast could help with that. Also, if Valka were ever killed one day, her knowledge would be passed on to her granddaughter. It had to be done for Pache's own good. Nothing selfish about it.

The future was looking bright if all went according to plan. She wouldn't have to reveal herself to Berk, and Pache would be safe and taken better care of. Facing Stoick and the child she abandoned was something too difficult right now to deal with, and once this was all over perhaps she would gather the courage to, with Pache's help, face her past.

As Valka watched her Granddaughter play, her long hair shining in the sunlight and oceanic eyes reflecting off of the ice, she said, "I just know we're going to have boy problems in the future."