I was standing in a strange place.

The only thing I remember was blackness. It enveloped me like a blanket, refusing to let go.

"How hard is it to make you forget?" a deep male voice echoed throughout the dark plane.

Instinctively, I glanced around the dark hoping to find the beholder of the voice. As I moved around I had a strange sensation roll through me. Suddenly, an unconscious part of my mind began to pull me mentally. What was I suppose to forget? There was something I was supposed to remember. Something I wasn't supposed to forget. I just couldn't remember what though. Stubbornly, I pushed through the mental block, scanning every memory I could find.

That's when I thought I found it. There was a man standing in front of me, he was blurry and I couldn't make out any of his features. But he looked so familiar I couldn't put my finger on who he was. Soon, it was as if the man was standing in clear daylight. He had frost white hair, pale skin and stunning baby blue eyes. Something about the way he was standing seemed to suggest he was cocky, but I sensed he was the opposite.

I knew him. I had to, but I just didn't know his name. But those eyes, as they bore into my own, I could almost remember that I knew him at one point. Who was he? I pondered the boys name for as long as I could until a violent flash of light suddenly tore through my vision, bleeding the stranger's image out.

An intense throbbing ruptured its way through my head. It felt distant at first and intensified within the second. It felt as if the blood vessels in my head were exploding. Yelling, I collapsed to the ground, squeezing each side of my skull hoping pressure would ease the pain. It didn't.

"Stop!" I repeated over and over, my pain filled cries were the only thing now filling the empty void.

I was shaking – scared of what was happening. Scared of what might happen to me. The pain only got worst and it became harder to breathe in-between the screams.

It felt like I was playing mental tug-a-war. There was something I needed to remember, but the more I tried to dig into my memories the worst the pain got.

Who was that guy?

"How hard is it to make you forget?" The strange voice repeated in the empty void again.

"ARGHH! Forget what?" I cried, hoping to get an answer. The pain began to slowly subside. It wasn't as strong but the faint throbbing was still very intense. I kept my hands on my head, hoping the pressure I was applying was actually helping.

I lay on the ground for what felt like hours, letting the pain slowly settle. The distant throbbing burned but was somehow manageable now.

That's when his face appeared again. That mysterious blue-eyed guy from before, he was giving me a curious look. He stood further away, slowly creeping closer.

I could feel myself sweating; it dripped from my head as I went to wipe my eyes. I couldn't tell if I was hallucinating or not. He seemed so real, I could almost touch him.

"W-who are you?" I was surprised I could manage talking – even though it was barely audible. I was exhausted.

"You can't forget me," the man in the blue sweater said, his eyebrows dropping.

"Who are you?" I questioned again, too tired to say anything else.

He started to go blurry again, until I was alone in darkness.

That or I had just passed out.

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Hiccup opened his eyes slowly, expecting more darkness to surround him. But instead he stood on a strangely familiar place.

He was on Berk.

Or so, he thought he was. The air was foggy, and startlingly it felt empty and distant. There was a slight throbbing in his head that slowly began to vanish.

Glancing around, Hiccup saw something in the distance of the fog. He walked towards it slowly, noticing sharp rocks on the edge of the water. Quickly, a flash of an image replaced the emptiness there.

"How hard is it to make you forget?" the same deep male tone echoed.

He saw himself sprawled out on the rugged landscape, sharp rocks propelled through his body and his head twisted around awkwardly to the side. The once bright greens eyes were now dull and seemed to portray some kind of lost story.

Gasping, Hiccup blinked and the image was gone. He glanced around more until he heard voices from above.

"HICCUP!"

The boy from his imagination was there suddenly. His blue eyes filled with horror at the scene before him. His mouth was open in utter shock before closing it and clenching his teeth.

He yelled out in fury, gently touching the spot Hiccup's bloodied and torn body once occupied.

"Hey! I'm here!" Hiccup ran towards the stranger, climbing on the rocks and watching the other teen slowly let himself drift down to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Hiccup," the boy sobbed, his pain stricken face breaking Hiccups heart.

Who is he? Hiccup questioned

How does he know me?

"H-hey! Can you see me?" Hiccup asked aloud.

"I'm so sorry," the white-haired teen continued to sob and gently put his head down towards the ground, lifting an invisible body up and holding it close to him. Blood began to stain his tattered blue hoodie and Hiccup noticed a tear in the strangers sleeve.

From above them, there was a loud cackling laugh breaking the boy in blue's grief briefly, he glanced up, noticing the figure up there his sorrow turned to rage. Hiccup could see it through the white-haired teens eyes. They glared daggers towards the being above them and in an instant the other teen was in the air and shot into the sky.

"Pitch! Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you!"

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Like magic I was suddenly staring at a new scene in front of me. The other teen was enraged, he was so fast, he pinned the man named Pitch up against a rock wall with his staff pointed directly at his throat.

"Now, now Jack," Pitch identified the mystery teen in a condescending voice, "If you did that, then there really wouldn't be any way to bring him back," Pitch eyes Jack as he slowly took in the information. Jack frowned and his eyebrows knotted together.

"Don't listen to him!" I couldn't help but yell out – if Pitch had been telling the truth about me coming back to life, then I should have been alive by now..Right?

"I-I don't believe you," Jack decided.

"Your loss, because I know he will come back," Pitch took advantage of Jacks sudden hesitation and slowly pushed away his staff while he continued, "Because I've done this before."

I could almost see Jacks face fill with hope, his blue jewels widened as he slowly let his staff drop from its threatening position.

"How?" desperation colored his voice.

"Jack, he's lying! Please, don't listen," I begged, even though he couldn't hear me.

Why was I so desperate to protect him? I don't even know who these people are. But, something inside urged at me, somehow I knew that this wasn't right.

I watched as Jack eyed Pitch while he walked over to the edge of the cliff and took a peek down. I knew he was staring at my broken body. He slowly smirked and glanced back at Jack. I felt uncomfortable with the look Pitch gave him and I suddenly found myself getting protective.

I felt so confused, it's almost like I could remember who they are in essence, but I just couldn't figure out how to put my finger on it. Almost like meeting someone you haven't seen in a while and they ask if you remember who they are. My mind was stirring as I stared at Jack.

"You heard me right Frost, haven't you ever wondered why you survived when you saved your sister?

Jacks face was taken aback, his eyes widened before his brows furrowed together, "what are you talking about?"

"Oh Jack, you don't have to pretend not to remember anymore." Pitch sighed and then continued, "The night I turned you, I saw you with your sister. You were skating on the pond and you looked so happy. I hated that you couldn't see me because I wanted that happiness too. Without realizing it, the ice around your sister began to break with my darkness. And just when I thought she was going to die, you saved her and took her fate. You fell through and then I watched as you transformed into Jack Frost."

Jack looked genuinely confused and unsure. Almost as if he wanted to believe what Pitch was telling him but he was so hesitant.

Until I saw it. It was just a slight changed around him, it almost looked as if a wave passed through him and suddenly his expression changed and his eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if the memories that were lost instantly swept over him.

"T-that can't be."

Pitch nodded, "It's true Jack. I created you because I was the one who took your life. And because I took his life, he'll soon wake up and become immortal like you and I." Pitch gestured below the cliff.

I was at a loss of words, just like Jack. How could that be possible? Something about what he was saying made a little bit of sense, as if I've heard it before though.

"Hiccup knew about the deal. He knew his fate and took it." Pitch said and this time Jack glared at him.

"No, he wouldn't give up his life like that. You must have had something to do with it."

"Oh, it's true! He sought me out. But, of course you didn't know about that – he kept this secret from you," Pitch snickered.

Jack looked hurt suddenly, glancing away for a moment.

"And I thought he was suppose to be your one true love," Pitch continued, taunting Jack and piping my interest suddenly.

Jack loved me? When? Did I love him back?

I couldn't remember, but something pulled at me. A strange feeling as if to say this was true. I just couldn't get past the mental block of it.

"Damnit, Pitch you can't bring people back to life!" Jack finally said running a hand through his white hair frustratedly.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound that echoed in the air. Everyone spun around and that's when we saw it. Toothless exploded out of a crate of black sand, I remembered my dragon like it was yesterday and I noticed how different he looked then. His normally green eyes were now the brightest of blue and the colour continued to shine throughout the spiked scales on his back. He was glowing, a light emitted off of him as he was flying alone In the air.

"Toothless!" Jack exclaimed and I looked over my shoulder to see him.

But this time when I looked at the unfamiliar boy, and just as I was about to turn around, Jack glanced in my direction and looked at me.

And then I felt it.

Contact.

The thing was, before this very second, I had never met this guy. Or at least, I think I've never met this guy. But now, I suddenly felt like I knew him; that I was a part of his life even though I couldn't recall. I wasn't standing too far away from Jack, even at this distance I could make out the colour of his eyes perfectly, an intense sapphire blue. It felt like he has just touched my insides; somehow reaching inside of me and touching my spine with an electric wire. It was hot and I felt an instant flush burn at my cheeks. There was a pleasant feeling underneath the sparks that left me frightfully giddy.

And then I was falling. Falling into the intense baby blue stare that he gave me. Even though I knew he couldn't see me, in this moment it felt like he was watching me struggle under his gaze. I couldn't see anything but those eyes, his long eyelashes creating light shadows on his upper cheeks, complimenting his facial structure. I wanted to drown in that gaze as if lost at sea.

Suddenly, the strange feeling was gone.

"Hiccup," Jack murmured.

And then my heart sunk to my stomach. As if hitting a tidal wave everything flashed through me instantly. All of the memories resurfacing and spilling over me. Emotion after emotion, image after image. Until finally the images stopped with my last encounter with Pitch when he snapped my neck (and I guess throw me over the edge of a cliff).

I suddenly remembered the boy in front of me. He was by far no stranger.

I remember I loved Jack Frost.

Instantly, as my revolution flashed before my eyes Toothless was behind me, in the air. I noticed the eye contact between Jack and Toothless, the the unthinkable happened.

Toothless breathed in, lightning thundered in his chest before a bright light escaped his mouth.

And it was heading straight for Jack.

"No!" I yelled but the roar of a night fury's blow rang out louder than I could ever imagine.

With speed greater than light, Jack was engulfed in that blue-aura end blast of a Night Fury's flaming breath.

White blinded my vision and all the noise around us went silent as we all drowned in that intense whitening flash of light.

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Authors Notes

Hey guys! Merry Christmas and happy New Years! Welcome to 2015!

Sorry I've been away for so long! I've been slowly picking away at these last couple chapters and finally they are done (with some slight editing needed before publishing)

Thank you all so much for the kind reviews!

Let's go through a little bit about this chapter:

1) I really enjoyed playing with the amnesia component in this chapter! It really got me going when I decided I wanted Hiccup to forget about Jack!

2) Yes, we all know Pitch can't make guardians now, thanks to the last chapter! But I really liked the idea of how Pitch thinks he can! Based of a fluke and how he happened to be at the right place at the right time. (Even though it's believed Jack didn't become 'immortal' until years after his death.)

3) This chapter was hard to write, as I was going for an out of body experience (which is why Hiccup can't see his body while Jack is holding him) and that was so hard!

4) OMG what's wrong with Toothless!? (Credits for his transformation on HTTYD2 which was incredible!)

Next chapter expect more answers like what's wrong with Toothless, what happens to Jack, and can the dead stay dead for very long?

All next chapter along with a very climatic end :)

please review guys! I want to make sure you get everything and it all makes sense! Tell me if you love it or even if you hate it!

Thanks so much everyone!

Cassie