Hey guys! So, there will probably only be another chapter or two after this one, and then this story will be over! I am telling you now, there will not be a sequel. What would I even write a sequel about? I don't know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the last few chapters of this story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Grayson and Madden! Thank you!

"Grayson! Grayson, don't do this!" I yelled as loudly as I could manage at the trees that they had disappeared within.

"Grayson, please! You have a choice!" I continued. Nothing happened.

"You traitor! I should have known that you were too weak to fight back!" I screamed, but the last part came out a little watery as tears welled in my eyes. I had to get free and help Toothless. I had to.

There had to be someway to untie these ropes. I twisted and wriggled to the best of my ability, but the ropes held strong. What was I going to do?

I glanced around me, trying to find something, anything that could get me out of this. That's when I spotted it. A pocket knife.

It was just within my reached, one of them must have dropped it by accident when they were walking by. Thank the gods.

With my bound hands, I grabbed the knife and positioned it so that I could begin sawing away at the rope.

After much time and concentration, the ropes fell from around my wrists and I quickly undid the ones that wrapped around my ankles.

Tossing the infernal rope aside and stuffing the knife in my pocket, I climbed to my feet and began running in the direction they had said Toothless was being kept. It took me only moments to figure out that I would most likely need help, and I skidded to a stop. Who could I possibly trust to help me.

Well, my only option was the only other person that knew about Toothless. Astrid.

It wasn't hard to located her, though I actually hadn't planned on stumbling across her and the rest of her friends in the park at this time of day. It seemed that Lady Luck was finally on my side today. Now all I needed to do was somehow convince her to talk to me in private and come help me save Toothless. Easier said than done.

"Astrid!" I yelled as I approached her, gaining both her and everyone else's attention.

"Hey, Hiccup!" Fishlegs greeted while Astrid just rolled her eyes.

"Um, hi. Would you guys mind if I just borrowed Astrid for a moment?" I asked, slightly out of breath from running all the way here from the middle of woods.

"Sure thing," Fishlegs said.

"Don't I get any say in this?" Astrid asked angrily.

"Please, Astrid. This is important," I said, nothing but seriousness in my tone.

"Well, if it's important to you then it most certainly isn't important to me."

"Someone took him, Astrid. They took him and I don't know where he is," I blurted out without really thinking. Hopefully she would understand who it was that I meant.

She did, as her facial expression morphed from irritation to one of confusion and possibly concern, "Can you guys give us a sec?"

The others, however, weren't as easily brushed off.

"Who took who?" Ruffnut asked.

"Yeah, who is this 'him'?" Tuffnut said.

Astrid ignored them, pulling me over to the side before whispering, "Who took Toothless?"

I sucked in a deep breath before saying, "Mr. Madden and his son," I said the last word with such disgust and hatred that Astrid flinched slightly.

"Mr. Madden? What would he need a dragon for?"

"He said something about forming some team of dragons and overthrowing my father," I answered.

"Why?" She asked.

"I don't know," I muttered, "but we have to save Toothless, and any other dragons they may have imprisoned."

"You don't honestly think we can do that all on out own, do you? We're just two kids, Hiccup. We need to go to the authorities," Astrid said.

"We can't!" I shouted, a little to loud as the rest of the group had apparently heard me. I lowered my voice, "We can't. Who knows what they'll do if they find out about Toothless. I can't loose him Astrid. I just can't."

"Okay, we won't go to the authorities, but we aren't going to be able to do this on our own. We're going to need help," Astrid said.

"And who are we going to ask? I don't think there are many people who will accompany us if we ask them, 'Hey, we need your help rescuing a dragon from a psycho history teacher. Will you help?'" I pointed out.

"Well, let's just ask them," Astrid motioned to the group of teenagers who were trying to inconspicuously listen in on our conversation.

"Okay, only for Toothless," I agreed.

"Guys," Astrid waved them over.

"What are you whispering about? Are you planning to rob a bank or something?" Snotlout asked, receiving a smack to the head from Astrid.

"Snotlout, shut up, this is serious," Astrid warned.

"Okay, jeez. No need to be so violent," Snotlout muttered, rubbing his head were he had been struck.

"Go on Hiccup, ask them," Astrid encouraged me.

"Ask us what?" Ruffnut questioned.

I sucked in a deep breath before saying, "I need your help."

"With what? Do you not understand the homework or something, cuz neither did I," Tuffnut said.

"No, I need your help with a rescue mission," I explained.

"What are we rescuing?" Fishlegs asked.

"Not a what, a who," I corrected, "A friend of mine."

"Why does he need rescuing?" Snotlout asked, clearly not understanding.

"He's been taken."

"What? Hiccup, don't you think you should be telling the police about this?" Fishlegs exclaimed.

"That's just it, I don't think the police will be much help." I said.

"Why not? If someone's in trouble, the cops will be able to help them more than us," Snotlout reasoned.

"I'm not so sure they'll do much good in this situation," I said, trying to avoid saying the one thing that I knew I would have to.

"And why not?" Snotlout started, "My dad's a cop and he helps people all the time."

"Well, this friend, he's not exactly a person," I said.

"Then what is he?" Snotlout asked, wary of my reply.

"He's, well, he's a dragon."