Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.

Author's Note: Welcome back! Only one more chapter to go! Now you'll notice that the first scene here is purely dragon to dragon communication. While I know what they speak here is essentially English, know that it's just a translation from their own language. Now, I tried to make their dialogue feel different from the humans' and I ask for the sake of my own writing that you all tell me in the comments if it's all right or if it needs work. It took a long time to formulate and create their speech patterns, so your input will be a great deal of help to me! If you all like it I'll go back to the past few chapters and change the dragons' speech patterns to fit this.

NightsAnger: Oh, I was just going by the scheduled release date. Perhaps those who pre-ordered the movie got it early.

*Note the dragon speech might take some thinking to understand at points.

Here are some dragon words that might confuse.

Sharp-death: dragon's word for trap.

Us: What the dragons use to refer to themselves

Less: Anything creature that is not a dragon. Dragons also refer to themselves as the Superior.

Beast: Dragons refer to Drago as the beast-human.

The Master of Dragons once explained to me how he was able to communicate with Toothless—his Night Fury—in his dreams. He said: "Despite the need for physical contact in order for communication to work, in the realm of the unconscious, the minds communicate, and in the mind there is only one language and anyone communicating with it can be understood."

— from "A Prescient Mind" by Astrid Hofferson

"I've never been one to vex," Turak said. "It's a thing that bothers me most in us and I've encountered a few too many over the time of commanding my King's subjects."

The Skrill sat composed and austere in the dim, torch-lit chamber as he spoke.

Just across from him sat both Toothless and Cloudjumper, listening to his false tale, believing it. They had managed to find the time to gather (since the other humans were gathered elsewhere developing a plan of some sort) and find out about this dragon that only two weeks ago had joined their Kingdom and befriended a human.

"Interesting," Toothless said. "So you were pretty important in your Kingdom. What happened to it? Something must've occurred to cause you to be alone-wandering."

He sighed, "I wish I could say that what happened was small, but alas, it is not so. We were attacked—by the human named Drago—and the human was able to besiege our abode and bring it to nothing."

"Drago," Cloudjumper growled. "A beast-human, he is!"

Turak perked up at this, "You know of that human?"

"We encountered that beast-human at our previous Kingdom, with the previous King."

Turak detected sympathy in the Stormcutter's tone, carefully noted it.

Toothless spoke up: "I've not met that human, but I understand the threat the beast poses. Hiccup understands this as well."

The human! Turak thought and distaste flooded him. He refers to that soft-armored abomination as one of us!

"I still believe the humans are a foolish risk to invest in." Turak said.

Toothless stared strangely at him. "You say this even after bonding with one?"

I must be careful in my response; one wrong step could reveal a hole in my life-tale. Turak thought before saying: "Bond is inadequate." he said, and he made sure not to come across as too aggressive. "While I admit our connection is not adversarial, I see it as nothing more than mutual benefit, for the human, Eret and me."

"So, are you saying you'd allow him to perish in order to redeem yourself?" Cloudjumper asked.

"The human, Eret can handle himself," Turak said, "as I can me. When one allows himself to become reliant on another, it weakens him—weakens him until the point of dependence. Once that happens, he becomes worthless."

Toothless held a hard brow at the statement, asked: "Do you believe an attack group is comprised of a single dragon?"

"In an attack group," Turak said, "each dragon serves his own behalf. One does not depend on another to take down a beast. He takes the beast down himself."

Toothless felt the anger rising and he thought: I can see why he was charged with leading his King's subjects! He opened his mouth as if to speak but Cloudjumper beat him to it.

"I understand your point: the Superior's strength is most important. But I also believe you misunderstand what has been said."

"I misunderstand nothing," he said, and he allowed the guiding thought: Calm… His voice returned to controlled reason. "When you witness your Brothers dying before the hands of the Less, it is a pain great enough to make you build them to the pinnacle of their strengths." The emotion behind this was easy to portray for it was truth.

"So in doing this, you're building Eret stronger?" Toothless asked.

The question struck him as a surprise; his actions with the human had been unintentional. "Such was not my suggestion." He said. "I suggested that I build Us stronger, not humans. I would give my life for Us, not humans."

"I do not understand your continued loathing of humans." Cloudjumper said. "Surely there is one among them that is different."

Turak sighed, "I've encountered enough of the humans to know that there are two types: it that dominates, and it that submits. Neither are good qualities."

"So do you hate Hiccup then?" Toothless asked.

"Even after Hiccup's selfless actions to rescue those dragons?" Cloudjumper added.

There it is again! They refer to this human as Us!

He began: "Hiccup knows Us better than the humans. Like you said, he was raised among Us. Which leads me to my next piece of advice: your tactics of rescue are terrible. Now, that's partly because of the size of your Kingdom, but it's also partly because of your inexperience. I can help you—I know the ways of leading Us into action."

Toothless thought: He seems to know enough of the Ways to provide great advancement for us.

The Night Fury turned to face Cloudjumper, asked: "I see no objections, what say you, Cloudjumper?"

"I too have none, presently."

Toothless looked at the Skrill again, "We accept your offer, but you must swear oath to attempt a bond with the human, Eret, even though the human may be one who once caused us pain most. That will be your bond to us."

The Skrill bowed his head, "I accept, Majesty. But I have a single question: Do you not believe the human, Eret is truthful?"

"Hiccup is certain of it, but I am unsure—the human, Eret was once the beast, Drago's subject."

"Truth?" Turak asked surprise evident in the up-turning of his jaw.

"Indeed it is," Toothless said. "He seems to have found sanctuary here, however."

Turak nodded at the statement, "I'll still keep him. With a past like that, he could easily renegade." Turak said, and he instantly became uncomfortable with his words and the hypocrisy of them.

"At least he's provided the information necessary to infiltrate the beast, Drago's sharp-death." Cloudjumper pointed out. "It's a thing I'm most thankful of. Seeing Hiccup nearing sharp-death which brings such pain to dragons terrifies me greatly. Just the thought of it grabbing him as it does to our wings and knowing that such power would take him instantly."

"But at least now he knows the ways of sharp-death and will not be harmed by it." Toothless added, obviously shaken by the thought of his Hiccup in agony.

Turak realized something as he listened to them: This Stormcutter has known sharp-death! He thought, and as if seeing this dragon for the first time, he noticed defining attributes on the Stormcutter. Other than the considerable number of scars scattered about his body and face that clearly indicated many battles, he zeroed in particularly to a spot just beneath the mouth—there he could discern a very faint, faded blue line. It's a marking! He thought. He was a human-minion once, but to whom—the human, Eret? Their markings are similar… There is much more to these dragons than I first thought. And if this Stormcutter truly managed to escape slavery of the beast, Drago, he must truly possess vigor! He may even come close to matching me in skill… I must remember this…

"Being caught by the humans," Cloudjumper said, "is potentially a worse fate than getting caught in sharp-death itself."

"You must malign the human, Eret, then." Turak said. Now, we see how forward he is!

The Stormcutter held his face expressionless, "It is not my place to be concerned in."

"That isn't discussion for now," Toothless interjected. "Now, we must discuss methods of improving performance with rescues." He glanced at Turak, "You said you had advice for us?"

Turak nodded, "Plenty," and he frowned as he thought: This mission will take more time...

It was by Valka's orders that the four Berkian intruders that had so boldly attacked their abode the day before, be kept in a fissure located in a fairly open space deep within the cave.

The fissure was a perfect place to keep them—deep, about nine meters to a side, with curving walls to prevent climbing out.

There was a single torch on the curved wall that provided them light.

"Nope, there's no way we're getting out of here!" Fishlegs said. His head was tilted up staring at the narrow crack that was the opening of the fissure. Beyond that he could see the dim outline of an even larger dome-like ceiling far above. A cave within a cave, he thought.

Snotlout sat with his back against a small pile of rocks, listening to his Berkian companion speak with an indifferent ear.

In a forlorn voice he said, "What does escaping matter? All that's going to happen is we'd go back to Berk empty handed and be punished for leaving the island and taking the dragons with us. We're prisoners no matter where we go."

"You don't know that," Fishlegs argued, "Stoick might just be glad to see us return."

Snotlout shook his head, "We can't return empty handed! Don't you get it? Even if we told them Astrid was dead, we'd still have nothing to prove we accomplished anything. My father told me that, "Vikings don't fail, they either win or they die."

"Well, not to be offensive," Fishlegs said, "but your father is often incorrect about things."

"I know," he muttered, "but he's still my father. He won't allow me to return a failure."

"Well he's not chief." Tuffnut said suddenly, coming toward them from a darkened area. His eyes appeared red as if he had just been sleeping. "Just because he's Stoick's brother doesn't mean he can just keep us out."

"If you guys want to take that chance then go ahead. I'm not going to leave here."

"Sounds like you guys have a bit of a problem!"

They all whirled in the direction of the voice; saw the face of the Master of Dragons. Snotlout just growled looking away as the others all held their collective breaths.

He continued: "Your Island is not likely to take you back, count on that. Your compassion toward those dragons is not a thing they'd likely tolerate."

"Compassion," Snotlout sneered, "I have no compassion for those winged beasts!"

"Why do you deny it?" He asked sadly.

"I'm denying nothing!"

Hiccup pursed his lips, glanced at the others, "Will you all deny it as well?"

They just mumbled.

"Just earlier you asked me to set the dragons you came here on, free. You cannot deny that compassion."

Snotlout huffed, "It was just a promise. And I keep my promises!"

"Why would you make a promise to a dragon if you despise her?"

"Her?" he questioned.

"Yes, her… That Nadder you flew here on is a female."

"Whatever," he said whipping his hands in the air, "It doesn't even matter."

"You still haven't answered my question."

Snotlout felt the rage welling inside him. "How else was I supposed to get the dragon to obey me?"

The truth in his words angered Hiccup, knew he was being coerced into it deliberately.

"The Nadder wouldn't have let you ride her unless what you promised was truth. And you rode on the dragon, completely at her mercy."

"So?"

"So," he said, "you must have been sincere in your promise, else you'd be stranded somewhere on the sea. And this place is quite a distance from your homeland—so there's that."

Snotlout hesitated momentarily trying to process all that had been said, "You—how can you be so certain? It's not like every dragon is the same!"

Hiccup nodded, "Truth, each dragon is different, but there still must have been some form of trust between you and that dragon. Such a distance from Berk to here would require you to feed the dragons at some point, considering they were all muzzled and could not do it on their own. And I can tell that not only were all of them fed, but they were fed well."

"How could you tell?" Fishlegs blurted, stiffening as he realized.

Hiccup's glowing green eyes were on him, head turning in a motion that mimicked a curios dragon.

"How," he repeated the Berkian's question. "Simple observation of coloration—if pale in the face then they're weak. Each of those dragons was vivid in color—in the best shapes of their lives, it appears. It makes sense considering the conditions they were in before you set them free. Which leads me to my next offer: they don't have go away." He could see the fire ignite in Snotlout's eyes as he said this, quickly amended, "It would be their choice to stay."

The Berkian seemed to calm at this, exchanged glances with his three silent companions. He returned his gaze to the hunched Master of Dragons far above, said: "Where are they?" He noticed how he looked like a dragon the way he sat on the edge of the wall far above, darkness of features staring down on him.

"Being cared for a few passages above us." He said. "If you wish to see them again, just say the words."

"I don't need to see them!" he spat.

Hiccup shrugged, "So be it."

He leaped up from his position and was gone without word or sound.

Snotlout felt the exit abrupt, muttered: "Crazy dragon-boy..."

At that moment, however, he felt a idea fruit within his mind, glanced up at his companions staring at him, "Do you guys think you could fly those dragons with out the muzzles?"

"Fly them?" Fishlegs exclaimed. "Why would we fly them again? You just said we're not returning to Berk."

"Never mind what I said! I've got a new idea—if we can get to those dragons we can make a quick escape on them and capture Astrid and bring her back to Berk in the process. We'd return as heroes and not be executed!"

The stares he received were of skeptical silence.

"Call me crazy," Fishlegs said, "but I'm thinking they will have planned for that."

"They'll have no idea," Snotlout said, "because we'll lure the dragons down here in the middle of the night, when every one is sleeping."

"What if the dragons don't want to help us?" Tuffnut asked.

"Yeah, you promised them you'd set them free once you got here, right?" Ruffnut said.

Snotlout sighed, considering this.

"Look," Fishlegs said, "I want to escape as much as the next guy, but this—this just isn't logical."

"Well it's the only way," he said, "and if you don't want to do it, then you can stay here and find your own way to escape. The twins will come with me, right?" his eyes watched them, questing for an answer.

The blonde haired siblings just exchanged glances and gave a single nod.

"There better be pain involved though!" Tuffnut threatened.

Now, like all decisions it seemed, all eyes were on Fishlegs awaiting a response.

The portly Viking sighed a long sigh. It always comes down to this...

Astrid stood at the edge of a gravel shore facing the mossy green walls of a cove. In the center of the walls spilled a waterfall—roaring white falling from some source high above, veiled in trees. Through the trees all around her, the sun bled through and illuminated the green leaves of a few trees surrounding the cove. A single ray of light touched the surface of the pond before her, causing the calmly moving water to turn emerald green.

She could see the depths of the pond now, how it descended considerably over her head near the base of the waterfall.

I wonder if there is a passage behind that waterfall.

She stared at it, as if by doing so she would penetrate the misty white veil. Her thoughts were soon overwhelmed by other things. Things she wished not to think of. She growled: This place isn't working today!

She began pacing along the shore, "As if my actions haven't been foolish enough lately! Why did I have to do it?"

At the sound of branches rustling, she whirled around; saw the surprised face of Valka standing at the base of two trees.

"Astrid," she said, surprised. "What're you doing here? I thought I was the only one to have found this place."

"Such were my thoughts as well."

Slowly Valka entered the cove, Cloudjumper pressing through behind.

"Did you come to collect fish as well?" Valka asked.

"No. I come to just... look at the waterfall." She said, and she felt embarrassment in her cheeks admitting this.

Valka just nodded once and headed over to the water with Cloudjumper.

Astrid watched her back feeling the awkward intimidation Hiccup's mother usually gave off.

How does she do it? Astrid wondered. She's the only person I've ever met who has actually put fear into me. She watched the mother kneel by the pond side, hearing the leather of her Riding outfit tensing and stretching. Valka began crafting a net from thread in satchel harnessed at her side. She focused with deadly intent, slacking on not a single part of her creation as she worked.

Astrid felt the awkwardness of silence growing in tension, Valka knew she was still there watching her and the fact that she was not saying anything drove Astrid into a state of agitation. So she decided to strike up conversation.

"So…" Astrid said, "Cloudjumper—how'd you come up with that name?" She realized how comical that had come across, bit her lip.

Valka stopped her work, turned a furrowed brow on her.

"Not that it's a bad name!" Astrid quickly amended, "Just…Cloudjumper…you don't hear that name every day."

Valka held her stare on her, said: "He's a dragon—he flies from cloud to cloud—it's as simple as that." She returned to her work without another word.

I should just be honest with her.

She inhaled, "I know that…over the past months I've been here you've…felt…distaste for me. I know you think I hate dragons…but I don't."

"Ah," Valka said in a nod.

"On Berk…I had no choice but to fight dragons! It was either that or be killed. But I see now that I was wrong and that dragons can be truly amazing creatures that can really change the world and make it a safer place!"

"Okay," she said, unmoved by her words and continued her work.

She felt the awkwardness grow, continued: "I mean, you've really opened my eyes to the world of dragons, and, I just wanted to say thank you for that."

Ignoring her, Valka handed the net to Cloudjumper who brought it out to the depths of the pond.

Astrid sighed silently: I should have just kept my mouth shut.

Valka sat upright and watched the Stormcutter set the net into place, scooping it into the water.

Okay, Astrid thought, perhaps I should ask a more open-ended question.

She inhaled again: "Do you ever miss Berk?"

The import of Astrid's question visibly struck Valka, and the blonde-haired Viking realized all too late that her question was inappropriate.

"That burning cauldron stocked to the brim with dragon-slaying barbarians—why? Are you suggesting I belong there?" she asked, and her voice was cold.

"Ah…no! I was just saying—because you were born there."

"Berk is long gone, and I plan never to revisit."

"Okay, well... if that's truly the way you feel, then that's the way it is... But I have different intentions—I believe Berk can change."

"You're quite the facetious one." She said comically.

Holding anger in check, she continued: "I believe they can—and I will go there and do just that."

"If you go back they will have your head along with the heads of your friends." She said, her voice occupied by the focus of her fishing task.

"Are you saying you'd just let Hiccup die?"

"Hiccup will not die because he has Toothless and me."

"I thought you said you'd never return to Berk?"

"If Hiccup goes then so will I—but I won't stay for any elongated period of time."

She sighed, "Well Hiccup will have me, as well—if I don't succeed at this then there'll be nothing of me worth saving anyway."

At this Valka stopped what she was doing, held a hard stare at the girl. Silence ensued until Cloudjumper approached with a net full of fish.

Astrid continued, weathering the heated stare: "I know you despise me—hate me with all your heart—but despite whether or not that ever changes I will fulfill my promise to Hiccup as I will yours—I will never betray him or the dragons and I will never tell him of his origins."

It's just a feint she plays, Valka thought. "I knew the Hoffersons; they'd never instill such—"

"My parents are dead." Astrid said, and she heard the words ring out through the cove. "They were killed by dragons when I was young."

The Hoffersons? Dead? She could see the effort Astrid was putting forth to conceal her pain. I could break her—tell her that her parents deserved it—but… why would I want to be such a monster?

"I'm not using it as an excuse to justify my actions, but at one time I did. I see the wrong in that now, and—"

"Mother?"

Hiccup emerged from the foliage surrounding the cove, Toothless by his side.

Valka felt a strange irritation at that moment—she was upset that Hiccup interrupted when he did, in the middle of Astrid's sentence. This is nonsense, I have no thought nor care as to what she was going to say—the words of a dragon-killer are negligent, and she's killed one hundred without hesitation or mercy.

"Oh, look," he said, "you two are actually talking! I never have thought I'd see the day—"

"Son, why are you here?" she asked, betraying impatience through the venom in her tone.

No, I mustn't permit my emotions to display! She told herself.

Hiccup felt the harsh demand of her tone knew he had interrupted something.

"I'm here," he said, "because I wanted to let you know that I talked to our Berkian visitors."

"And?"

"And they're all still grumpy—it'll take some time for them to adjust."

"Anything else?"

"Yes—I have an idea that's been sitting in my mind lately. If we're going to defend our Kingdom against Drago then that means we're going to need a way to communicate with our dragons that Drago won't be able to understand."

"A dragon language?" Astrid offered.

"Exactly!" he said. "A dragon language!"

"How… does it work?" Valka asked.

"First, I have comprised a list to separate verbal communication from physical. The physical is just basic movement that suggests signals to the dragons that the person is feeling anger or apprehension and so on. Hand signals can also be used… The more difficult of the two would be verbal communication, since dragons and humans don't speak the same way. However, we are capable of making some dragon-like sounds that I believe, the dragons will respond to. The only challenge is that the noises must be made in the perfect pitch every time it is used. Dragons have very acute hearing so growls and hisses need to be made distinguishable and there are many pitches within each of those categories to be conscious of. And we'll need to make more noises than just hisses and growls if we want to communicate properly."

"So, it's a thing that'll take time—years even, to master." Astrid said.

"That's right, so that's why we should start now."

"How far can one get when speaking to a dragon as such?" Valka asked.

"Far."

"How far?" She asked.

"Imagine this: growls can serve as a call for help, alerting the dragons that you're in danger, while appearing just angry to the assailant. Growls can also signify for a dragon to back off for their own safety or alert them to a trap's presence or to inform a dragon to perform a certain action or to simply express anger. Each has its own pitch and that's just a few from the growl portion—some other sounds are hisses, cries, screeches, breaths, clicks, croons, moans, groans, hums, yells, roars, warbles, each with their own sub tones and sub tones of those."

Tones within tones within tones… Valka felt her mind rolling over, trying to keep track of what does what. This is a good idea, she thought. He might not be able to handle it though. But I mustn't discourage.

"If this works, it'll give Drago a whole other complication to deal with. We need that."

"It is," he said, "but keep in mind it will take much dedication to master, and we must apply all emotions to it—anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, agony, boredom, contentment, elation—you get the idea!"

"Say we do this," Astrid said, "and it doesn't work… what then?"

He shook his head, "It will work—there's a good chance it will… I've seen it in a dream."

So that's what this is… Valka thought.

"Now," Hiccup said, "I know it is dangerous to depend on these Visions and I'm not depending on them. All I saw in my dream was us communicating with the dragons in a strange tongue—I developed all the rest and details of functioning over the past few weeks and I've talked to Toothless about it and he likes the idea."

"Are we going to communicate among ourselves in this dialect?" Valka asked.

"I would like for it, yes. The less Drago can decipher the better."

That's definitely truth! Valka thought. That devil thinks himself a dragon god, well once he sees my son's plan in action he'll be running for the hills... that is, if it works—no, I mustn't be pessimistic.

"Do you think Eret will be opted to learn this "dragon language?"" Astrid asked.

Hiccup shook his head in a shrug, "Doesn't matter. He'll learn it because it is necessary. Your friends from Berk will learn it as well, once they come around."

Valka was shaking her head before he had finished speaking: "Hiccup..." Valka began and forced the thought: He's no longer a child.

She inhaled, continued: "So are you going to kidnap the world increment at a time and convert them?" There was no sarcasm in her tone, it was sincerely a question.

Hiccup pursed his lips, feeling for the first time a feeling failure brought on by his prescient mind. It is impossible for the entire world to change their perspective on dragons... but does that mean I stop try to achieve this thing that is impossible to achieve? Why should I settle to change only part of the world?

Seeing this response—the grim realization in his green pools—Valka felt guilt at herself. I must be the witch that brings this sadness upon my own son. But if I don't do this, I'll only impair his efficiency... This is a mother's curse... but I love my son.

At that moment, Hiccup was visited by a phrase: Avoid the sleepless night.

All that which was a part of his world—his mother, Astrid, Toothless, Cloudjumper—all were invisible as the phrase dominated his sight, and he realized now that he was bearing conscious witness to a Vision.

The sleepless night, he thought. Could it mean death? The sleepless night...

As he repeated the phrase in his head, it hadn't occurred to him that to every one standing around him, he appeared a statue shocked and paralyzed by an inward stare.

Toothless offered a croon to snap him out of it, but it evoked no reaction.

His mother, feeling fearful that she might have brought on this response from him, approached, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Hiccup," she said, holding fear in check. "Hiccup, are you all right?"

Slowly he came to, the world bright for a transitory moment. He blinked it away, finding his mother's eyes observing him. He couldn't help but think this Vision was brought on by his new realization, but it was so small and negligent a thought to trigger a Vision.

"Hiccup," his mother said again, "what is it, what's the matter?"

"There is no problem," he said. "I just... I just had a..." he shook his head, feeling the urgency of his Vision. "I must avoid the sleepless night." he repeated the phrase.

Valka stared at him as if he had spoken a foreign tongue. "Is this a Vision you've had?" she asked.

Hiccup sensed the dubiety in her tone—faint but still noticeable to his ears—realized a shocking thing. She doesn't believe I have the ability to foresee! There is doubt within her!

"Answer me, Hiccup!" she demanded impatiently.

It's so obvious now... if she truly believed in my ability, she'd not be so quick to know my Visions. But she must believe somewhat in my abilities, else she would not have listened to me when I told her to leave the Kingdom, or all the times I've told her we needed to leave our sanctuary to find another. That's it—she must not be fully convinced of my ability. That is a dangerous thing and I must prove it to her quickly.

"Hiccup—"

"It is a Vision and I do not know what it means yet."

Valka calmed herself with a breath, said: "Well, I'll let you decipher your Vision then. If there are no further questions, I've dragons that need feeding."

He nodded to her as she climbed on to Cloudjumper and soared out of the cove, disappearing beyond the trees.

After a moment of silence between them, Astrid spoke up: "So, you've had a Vision?"

"Yes," he said, "and I also realized that my mother doesn't fully believe I have the ability to see the future."

His words surprised her, "Well, I believe you do."

He shook his head, "That's not the point. It's not a support thing, it's a reliability thing. Her lack of faith can mean danger in the future. I could have a Vision that could require immediate action and her not believing in my ability means questioning. That can't happen. Questioning could mean the passing of a crucial moment that decides whether or not we survive or die."

The weight and certainty in his tone was enough to clear all doubts she previously held for his ability. It formed a new respect for him.

"What do you suppose we do?" she asked.

"The type of person my mother is—she needs to see the truth without confrontation. Confrontation, especially in the wrong moment, will send her into hostility and all will be lost. Our best chance is for me to try to search her future and see something that only she could know. This won't be easy because I'm not supposed to search what I've not seen already, not yet at least."

"Can it hurt you?" She asked.

He hesitated, not knowing the answer to her question. he shrugged, "Maybe. I don't know. It will do something though. My ability grows stronger each day, little by little. By the time it is fully developed I should be able to search without limitations, unravel visions without any effort... But I'm not sure I want to have that ability. There are things I just don't want to know."

Astrid nodded in sullen agreement, "I can imagine."

Hiccup stared aimlessly for a long moment, looking up at the sky, but not looking at the sky.

"What is it?" she asked.

And with a trembling terror in his tone he said: "I've just had another Vision..."

One more chapter to go! Also don't forget to let me know about the dragon dialect!