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Toothless groaned helplessly as he tried weakly to pull himself from his prison of chains and rope. The Vikings had unloaded themselves from the ships and were arranging the catapult contraptions in the rocky shore of the island.

It was certain death for all of them. The king would show no mercy, destroying all of them. The ships would be burned so no one could try to sail off. Those who fled would drown in the treacherous waters.

What were they thinking was on the island? Even if it was just the dragons that usually attacked the small village of Berk, the Vikings still wouldn't survive that many dragons at one time especially on their own island, let alone the master.

The Night Fury shuddered at the thought of the large monster lying just inside the large mountain that loomed above them all. A loud shout from the chief startled him out of his trance as he looked over to the large man at the base of the rocky mountain. One of the catapults was pulled back and loaded with a boulder. Toothless' eyes widened in realization as the rope holding the contraption back was cut suddenly and the boulder spiraled forward into the side of the mountain where the large rock formation merely shook and began to crumble.

Toothless stared in horror at the mountain as boulders launched themselves into the trap and the sides of the hollow stone began to crumble into nothing but rubble and dust. They were getting closer and closer to breaking through to the king. He flinched again as another catapult fired a rock at the mountain and another hole bored itself into the seemingly paper-thin walls. The chief gave another shout and another attempt to destroy the only thing keeping them alive was launched toward the now cracking rock formation.

A loud crash sounded through the new hole in the stone, echoing out into the crowd of people surrounding island, holding up their useless weapons as if they would be able to save them from anything awaiting them inside that mountain. The rocks began to tumble at the same rate as the Night Fury's racing heart until all that was left was an open gape in the rock.

Silence filled the island as the Viking's lifted skeptical eyebrows, wondering what exactly was supposed to be happening now that they had penetrated the fortress of their enemies' unknown leader. The chief raised a meaty hand in the air, signaling the pulling back of another catapult, only this time, the contraption was loaded with a ball of compacted dried sticks, set ablaze by one of the doomed humans.

The rope was cut and the flaming ball fired its way above the unmoving head of the chief and into the depths of the newly made cavern, revealing the thousands of hiding and slightly relieved dragons which had been trapped in the mountain. The chief let out a startlingly loud battle cry, charging into the cave and swinging his hammer uselessly at the fleeing beasts, trying only to escape their stone prison.

Toothless raised his head up to the as they swarmed panicked over him. He tried to call out to him, but none seemed to take notice, the ones that did look down, merely stared at the dragon solemnly, seemingly unable to force themselves to help the chained up comrade from his impending death.

The swarms of dragons disappeared into the fog just as fast as they had burst out of the mountain, leaving the Vikings completely baffled, unable to comprehend the events. "Is that it?" One of them asked, unknowing that the fight hadn't even begun. "We've done it!" They shouted with glee, cheering over their false victory.

Toothless heard the low rumble from inside the mountain, knowing what was to come. He was frightened, he hated to admit. He was a Night Fury, the most feared known dragon the Vikings had ever faced, and he was afraid of what was inside that darkened cavern. He tried to pull back, ignoring the burn against his raw skin.

The chief must have noticed his panic because he turned back to his army, finally feeling the vibrations of the ground as the master began to march out of his hiding place. "This isn't over! Form your ranks, hold together!" He shouted, raising his arms above his head and waving to catch their attention, leaping out of the crevice just as the ground began to crumble beneath him.

The entire mountain shook and the rocks crumbled to nothing as the large head of the Green Death broke through his castle of stone, stepping out furiously, raging with power and sending a blast of fire at the ships, cutting off any escape route.

Toothless pulled against his restraints as his own ship was caught ablaze with red and orange flame. It wasn't the heat that bothered him, he actually felt comforted by the change in temperature, it was the face that the boat was beginning to lose its buoyancy that made him reel back in fear. He could survive the flames, but he could only hold his breath underwater for so long.

The Vikings were beginning to disperse as they tried to scramble to the other side of the island as if hiding from the beast would keep them safe. "Here!" The chief shouted, throwing a large wooden spear at its head.

"No, here!" Another yelled, waving his arms to catch its attention and bring it away from crushing the ships.

The master looked between the two as if trying to decide which one to kill first before rearing its head back, planning to destroy them both when a sudden blast in the back of the head caught him, along with everyone else watching the turn of events, off guard.

"Hey Dad." A familiar voice sounded, making Toothless do a double take at who exactly was flying behind the King's massive head. Eden smiled determinedly upon her father and Toothless winced slightly at the look of rage fired in her eyes.

"Hiccup?" The chief asked, looking up to see his son, along with the other trainees smiling nervously down at him.

"No!" Takara cried angrily behind him, pushing her way in front and glowering at the green dragon.

"Takara! Get back!" The one-armed man cried, grabbing her arm and trying to steer her away from the battle, but the girl didn't even turn to acknowledge his presence, snarling at the sight of her sister, along with Hiccup and the other teens on dragon-back flying above the master's head. "What the-" The man shouted, pulling back his one hand in pain as the skin on the girl in front of him began to boil with heat.

The chief turned his attention to the two and stumbled back as the usual pale skin of the girl turned to an ash grey before darkening entirely, as black as her raven hair. Dark wings began to protrude from her shoulder blades, tearing through her clothing along with the rest of her limbs before all that was left standing was a pitch black dragon.

"Thor almighty."

YA! I know it's a really slow update, but I have been brain-dead ever since finals. Anyhow, I will try to update again soon!

Oh and HTTYD fact… I am watching the movie right now, but it is always really cloudy in Berk until Hiccup meets Toothless, then, every time he is with Toothless, it is sunny except for the battle scenes.