I couldn't see anything, let alone remember much of what happened after eating that delicious, tender chicken in the mess hall. My eyes were squinted in frustration as I tried to remember. Was Hiccup there when I lost my consciousness? No, he would've been there to help us. I couldn't remember what happened to Anton, Christian, and Kristen. All I remember was laughing quietly along with their childish jokes and then something went over my mouth and then someone screamed and then... darkness.

I squinted my eyes even more and wriggled my arms around, but only to find that they had been bound. I tried to open my mouth to scream something out, but a rag or something was keeping me from doing so. I couldn't move my legs either, seeing that my ankles were tied. I tried to scream again, but only soft inaudible muffles were heard.

My eyes wouldn't adjust to the cave. Total darkness. Perhaps I had died and this was my personal hell, not being able to see. Or maybe I was blind. Or I was dreaming. Well, not dreaming. Nightmaring? I wasn't sure. But, I could feel warmth at my sides. Just warmth. I waited a moment or two of not moving, just sitting there. The thing that was warm on my right side moved a little bit. I froze with my eyes as wide as baseballs. Who.. or what was sitting beside me? What if it was a demonic dog that was just waiting to rip my throat out? I blinked rapidly and shivered in my skin as I no longer felt the warmth on my right side.

I let out another muffled scream, but I was interrupted by an evil voice. I refused to let the words form in my brain, so what the person said was just a giant blob of voice. I realized how far away the person sounded, so my heart rate slowly slowed. Maybe they didn't know I was here. I opened up my ears and listened through the darkness. I could hear the low hiss of a dragon. A Zippleback? No, it couldn't be. Their hisses were much, much more high-pitched. Gronckle? No, they didn't growl like that either. My mind raced through every dragon that could be found here on Berk.

I could hear the faint groan of a human, along with the scraping against something. Claws? No, that would be much thicker and louder. A human body? That sounded more like it. I could feel the thing sitting near my left side begin to stir and shake. I sat up straight, allowing the warmth around me to slowly fade away.

The silence was soon broken with the noise of thousands of metallic feet scraping up against the wet rock that was underneath me. I looked up from where I was sitting and tried to make out the outlines of the many people filtering noisily into the room, but my eyes refused to look. My senses of taste and smell slowly came back to me, making me recoil in disgust. The taste of my metallic blood filled my mouth with a vile taste and my nostrils were filled with the smell of putrid smoke and the musky smell of heavy rain.

I tried to will away those senses again, but they were adamant. I wanted to spit out the blood that I had in my mouth. Perhaps I had bit down on my tongue when I was knocked out. I didn't know. I was busying myself as I tried to keep my mind off of the smell and taste when the room erupted in a bright, orange and fiery light that made my eyes burn for several minutes.
I blinked many times as my eyes were now perfectly adjusted. I could hear a loud gasp in my head at what I saw. There was a line of those nasty, armored men standing directly in front of me. They had shields and long knife-like weapons in the other hand. They all looked the same with the same old heavy looking metal covering every square inch of their muscle-filled bodies. They stood as still as statues, their metal-covered bodies reflecting the light of the fire several of them held.

I was too busy staring in horror at these large men to realize that the two sources of heat that were once beside me were Anton and Christian. Kristen was slumped over a few inches behind me. It wasn't until I was jabbed in the sides by Christian's tied hands. He looked as terrified as I did as he moved his arms back and forth wildly. He was motioning for me to sit where he was sitting. I scooted my rump towards him, my legs curling and uncurling as I struggled to plop down where he had been. Christian rolled his body away, allowing me to sit down.

Before my teammate could point out what he was seeing, a knight who had been standing near us turned with his shield up and his sword pointed directly at the two of us. He let Anton and Kristen be, seeing that they were remaining perfectly still. It was obvious. They didn't want us leaving one bit.

Silence fell upon the bright cave again. Well, that was until the man who was standing above Hiccup's collapsed body spoke in an evil tone, "Heh," he chuckled darkly, as his armored fingers trailed down the head of "Hiccup's" Night Fury. The dark dragon appeared to be smirking down at the wimpy chief of Berk with the same expression of his rider.

Hiccup was laying painfully flat on his chest, his face pressed up against the wet floors of the cave. When he heard the man speak, his head raised up in a swift motion. His emerald eyes were filled with anger and pain as the Knight spoke again, "What a lame excuse of a chief," he grunted as he moved away from Hiccup's fallen body, "You have no muscle on you, you have no bulkiness, you obviously don't have a brain, and.. you don't even have any sense!" The Knight tapped his head with his metallic finger as he removed his hand from the top of the Night Fury's head.

Hiccup's head turned towards "Toothless." He asked in a worried tone, "Toothless? What are you doing?" The leader of the Knight army rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers, causing another Knight to step up from the large group and pick up the Night Fury's tail. Hiccup's eyes widened as he realized that the red paint of the dragon's tail was disappearing to reveal a perfectly fine tail fin. He whipped his head towards the Night Fury's rider.

"What do you want from me?" He screamed, "What do you want of Berk?" The Night Fury rider stepped up to Hiccup's unattached fake leg and stared down at it with an evil interest. He grunted just before he picked up the leg, "Well, Berk has the best area for dragon locations. Just think about what we could do if we had that! We could conquer the world! Now, you, you Vikings, are abusing that area. You're an idiot, Hiccup. Four dragon riders a year? That's pathetic! Things need changing, Hiccup. And now." The man in armor bent down and picked up the wooden and iron leg, letting it roll around in his large hands.
Hiccup spat in reply, "PUT. THAT. DOWN! And dragons are happy while they are free! Four dragons a year allow them to stay happy while us Vikings live in peace with them! Do you know what would happen if you caught every single one of them and taught them your ways? DO YOU?" The Night Fury rider let out an angry grunt as he glared at Hiccup. He ignored his question and said matter-of-factly, "Keep quiet, boy, or we might just have to kill you instead of letting you off of the hook. For now. Now, this is your decision of the week. Whatever you choose might help or decrease your chance of beating us. Actually, this is your decision of your life."