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Well, I got this chapter up somewhat earlier than usual. Only a two day gap instead of a 3 day one.

Anyways, I'm guessing this story arc will last about five or six more more chapters. I got a rough idea in what order things should show up. I do wonder what you'll think about near the end.

Please Read and Review.

Being in a dark, soundproof hull was not how I was thinking I was going to be spending my day when I woke up this morning. Unfortunately for me, my oldest friend has to up and have a crazy dream where he turns into a Roman, has to find a traitor in our midst, and then make sure that everything is set to go for when we deal with the King of all dragons. "You really know how to pick top secret meeting places you know…" I couldn't fully see everyone roll their eyes, but I was sure they did.

"Hey, there's no place more secure than my ship!" chirped the girl.

Hiccup nodded, leveraging the light to better illuminate everyone's faces. "Dagur knows every spot on the island. Believe me, I tried finding secluded places all of the time here!"

"Plus, as it's Camicazi's ship, what she say goes, including the trespassing laws," added Thuggory.

I cringed, hoping to focus on the light and their faces. The darkness was everywhere. "But, but what about the others? I mean, don't you have other people you'd rather have?" Sadly, I already knew the answer.

"Because everyone else is suspect." Hiccup's face twisted into a pain expression. "Even my Toothless."

I saw Camicazi's grin beam at the mention of the former Night Fury, as if trying to hold something back.

Thuggory snorted. "Okay, he might not be an illegitimate child born in a tavern, but since he's a dragon we can't really know for certain where his allegiances lay."

"For the last time," Hiccup replied. "He was just born a dragon."

"And brought up as one!" Thuggory commented.

"So… we're talking about that? Here?" I said. Last I checked, the secret origins about where some people came from, especially my girlfriend were not up for public discussion. Then again we weren't public either.

Everyone nodded.

"No more secrets," said Hiccup.

"Plain and simple!" Camicazi said.

Thuggory gave a look of approval. "Yeah, because I'm getting tired of being left out. Seriously, you have how many of your friends actually being dragons in disguise?"

"Five… if you discount Toothless and you count the Zippleback as two people," I stated, holding five fingers up.

"Yeah, so, automatically, anyone who served this Red Death character or King if you call him is automatically suspect!" Thuggory raised two hands for emphasis, showing six fingers. "Six brought up as dragons, six suspects!"

I cringed. Thinking about his words. If Thuggory is right to suspect my Meatlug, well, I just don't know what to do with myself. To think the girl that I let stay over in my own home, gave a seperate bed to, and more than once left the room for was going to betray me was just something I couldn't do. Meatlug would never do it… would she?

"Uh, maybe you're being a little harsh about everyone there being a suspect."

"Well, maybe not for Stormfly," said the Bog Burglar.

"Camicazi," Hiccup groaned, slapping himself in the face. "What happened a few months back is not a good enough reason."

"What?" the Bog Burglar asked. "Not my fault she and Toothless are an item!"

"No, that's your fault," Hiccup replied. "And I don't think my brother even realizes they are!

Both of the other boys sighed and I got the feeling that this was probably a private matter, much like my relationship with Stormfly. Maybe not a good idea to stick to that topic. "So, uh, but they've been living amongst us for months, not complaining, heck, some even liking living with us!" Also, not to self, avoid mentioning my relationship with Meatlug in front of someone who suspects here. "I don't think they'd want to betray us."

"What they want doesn't matter," Thuggory stated plainly. "They could be coerced, made agreements they couldn't say no to. They wouldn't want to betray us, but they'll have to anyways."

That was a chilling thought, the idea that Meatlug would one day push me off a ledge and send me to my doom because someone else pushed her to do it. And sadly, I knew enough about the King to realize it's a possibility. Meatlug told me stories about it once, I think.

Hiccup nodded. "Which also brings up the next group of our friends who are suspect; those who made deals with the King."

I blinked, raising a finger to point at my friend. "But wait, that's you and Astrid; you both made deals with the King!"

Camicazi nodded. "Well, given Chief Stoick's deal previously, it's not unthinkable the King put a booby trap in any of the pacts we made; so, as much as I don't like it, Astrid's not showing up."

I pointed at Hiccup.

"And you're here because…"

"Because I have to be here," Hiccup said. He lifted the light and gave it to me. "I might have made a pact with the King, become a dragon, even had my head looked into by the King, but no matter what, it's either me or my brother that has to take center stage when doing all this."

Thuggory nodded, patting Hiccup on the back. "And well, I know you enough that I doubt the spy is you."

"Well, unless the King rigged up some sort of top secret backdoor mindcontrol thing! Like say, you go to his side when you hear a code phrase!" Camicazi suggested, sounding strangely sincere about it.

Even I rolled my eyes at that. Now that was something that topped Gobber's most likely true story involving a Bonenapper.

"What? Ma keeps telling me that it's been done before!" Camicazi said

"Either way…" Thuggory began.

"To ensure that that is absolutely not the case, we have a plan." Hiccup turned and looked at me and I suddenly felt my weight go all the way down to my stomach.

"Wait, you're asking me to… watch you?"

"Only when I'm otherwise alone," he said. "I can't be out of these meetings, but at the same time, I can't be trusted to be alone."

Thuggory shook his head. "Which is why we need someone to keep a tab on him, and well, you're his oldest friend, so it's not like you didn't have reason to…."

I gulped. Well, there goes my week. So much for private time with Meatlug. Hopefully she would understand… with my not telling her a thing. Or worse, find a nice Gronckle she liked even better… Oh, why couldn't we just go feasting and singing like everyone else? "Is that all we need to watch out for?"

"Well." Hiccup scratched the back of his neck. "There's Snotlout, but I don't think the King is all too interested in him."

"Why not?" asked Thuggory.

"You honestly expect Snotlout of all people to have covert planning and an complex scheming?" Hiccup pointed out.

I shrugged. "He has a point." The idea Snotlout could plan something complicated and not have it mess up was almost as impossible as making metal float. And even if he was being ordered someone else, he'd utterly mess up any plans of subterfuge just by talking about it outloud. As far as potential recruits for spying, Snotlout was in the 'desperate for anything' category.

"Better keep an eye on him, just in case….So, is that it? We done with our list of suspects?"

"Sure!" chirped Camicazi. "That's our list of immediate suspects! Now we have to deal with the other part of our meeting!"

"Wait, there's another part?" I think we were planning discussion about Alvin, but I don't recall if we'd be brought up to the introduction.

Thuggory nodded. "Show him."

Camicazi went off to a corner of the hold and came back holding a large piece of parchment, I recognized the map stolen from Alvin's hideout.

Hiccup helped her unfold it.

"Wait, weren't you supposed to show Dagur this?" I mean, I did spend a week in Alvin's dungeon all because of that map… all because Camicazi wanted to pull a complicated plot.

Camicazi nodded. "And we woulda' done it too, if it weren't for a little problem we found once we got to Dagur."

I frowned. I wasn't there at the meeting where Dagur invited all of the Chiefs and Heirs into one spot. No, just because I had a Chief's son for a friend, that didn't mean anything. "What? What's wrong?"

"Take a look," Camicazi pointed at some of the villages marked on the map, particularly at the names 'Hairy Hooligans', 'Meatheads', and 'Bog Burglars'; they were all underlined numerous times, especially my own Tribe's name. A couple of others were underlined as well. "Notice a pattern?"

I motioned my hand to a different cluster of islands. Murderous was labeled with an underline as well. Traveling Minstrels was crossed out, as was Purple Plums, tribes I have heard that weren't much more than small, weak villages who only survived because they never really fought. Blockheads, Shipwreckers, and a few others were all circled, while even and I think a couple of those names were introduced to us during the little meet and greet Dagur gaze us. Their patterns confused me a little more, but slowly I began to understand the notation. "Do-do you know what happened to the clans that've been crossed out Camicazi?"

I was hoping she didn't know. She frowned. "The Purple Plums and Traveling Mistrels were all attacked lately, lots of losses especially in plunder; I should know, I saw the aftermath.."

I gazed at the map with a cold shock running through my veins. The map was a warmap. The crossed out clans were all either neutralized or otherwise defenseless, while the underlines represented an enemy, with the moe underlines representing even bigger nuisances. But then… that must mean the circles…. I gulped. "They're… they're allied with Alvin?" I hoped I was wrong.

The three Heirs all nodded gravely.

"If only I didn't know any better; Heather helped me find that one out a while back," Camicazi didn't sound too happy to speak about it.

Oh, why couldn't I be wrong? That explains where Alvin's been getting all of his extra manpower! He's been recruiting…. somehow, involving the other clans!I shook my head, a couple of clans were denoted with different things some combination of circles, underlines, or crossing out; the fact that politics change no doubt. "So… if this is Alvin's warmap; what's this all mean?"

"Well, a good fourth of the tribes that have been circled have sent representatives…." Thuggory didn't make me feel better.

"And since I brought up Alvin's spear," Hiccup commented, making me feel even worse.

"They're gonna contact Alvin!" I practically felt like breaking out of the ship's hold and swimming all the way back home. That's not all too nice to have. As soon as one of their informants sent word to the Outcasts, the gig was up.

"Well, we have no idea why the encircled tribes are allying with him…" Thuggory shrugged, as if the problem wasn't a disaster waiting to happen. Which it was.

"Who knows why?" Camicazi chirped, her expression giving me the idea she was thinking up of reasons why a tribe would willingly ally with Alvin the now Monstrous. "Maybe it's a hostage situation where someone important is kidnapped against their will, or maybe there's a big sum of money involved…"

"Yeah, maybe, let's hope it's just that," said Hiccup.

I really hated this. If hoping that Alvin's possible allies were there because they were all impassionately allied with Alvin because of some big incentive other than loyalty, then I don't know what we were supposed to do.

"Alvin's got massive claws that can slice arrows before they hit him!" I practically shouted. Someone in this room has got to put all the danger into perspective. "He can shred through metal with brute strength alone, has the ability to mend his wounds, and on top of that, he's got whatever twisted schemes he can come up with! That's not an enemy we can be fighting."

Hiccup nodded. "I know, I know, but still, directly attacking Fort Sinister with all of these Tribes and warriors everywhere is probably not a smart idea, even if he's got a third of the guests as turncoats. No, he's not going to cause us any trouble while we're here… which means he'll probably try to take us on when we leave."

I groaned; why did he have to start with a good reason as to why Alvin isn't going to attack; then bring up the situation where he does? "So… we've got to worry about Alvin, the King, and any number of potential spies they might have?"

Thuggory nodded, taking the map and putting it away. "We shoulda kept your mouth shut about the spear."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Alvin probably alerted his allies to inform him about Camicazi's whereabouts, after she undermined him by nabbing the spear and his war map. So, us showing the spear might not have caused as much damage as we think it might."

I groaned. There has got to be an easier way. "Why don't we just show Dagur the map and be done with it? Let him decide to do what he wants with the Tribes that signed over to Alvin's side!"

"Because if I know Alvin, and believe me, I know him well enough," Hiccup commented. "The threat of Alvin levying a curse against some of the other tribes might have been all it took for them to join over to his side. Without that staff, Alvin can't carry out that threat… I don't want to punish people just because someone forced them to do wrong."

"And?" Thuggory said.

"And because if we did, well, more honor provings…" Hiccup groaned. "I'm sick and tired of those and I know that that's what's gonna happen if we start pointing fingers."

I sighed. That was a dangerous move, one that any unrepentant tribe might take advantage of. "Great, so, we know who our enemies are and we're not taking action against them." Why was it that every Heir, even Hiccup, had to have such suicidally brave tendencies?

Camicazi shrugged. "Well, maybe not now. I'm getting some friends to help comb through and see who's fighting for what…"

"And until then, we'll just stay on our toes."

Okay, so, wait a while in the metaphorical dragon's den and hope that you aren't eaten. Well, I did that literally a week ago, how's doing that for pretend for a week any different? Now is there any way this meeting could get possibly worse? "Are… are we done here?" I guess with all the other things to be afraid of, being in the dark wasn't as bad, especially since I had a torch.

"One more thing," Thuggory said.

"Uh, sure, whatever you need." I didn't oppose him.

"Can you please some pretending to be me?" Thuggory said, standing right in front of me, looking me in the eyes.

I almost gave a frightened whimper. What was he talking about?

He shouted at me. "Ever since your little trip to Outcast Island all those months ago, people keep thinking I have blonde hair!"

I felt so empty now, among these… Herd. I know that's not they were really called, but right now I didn't feel like admitting to myself that I was one of them. How could I, especially with what I have done? I did not feel I deserved to be put into the same category as them and that wasn't me declaring that they were beneath me, either. My crime was not so easily forgiven.

I touched the bronze coating of the hand mirror and wondered to myself how long I could stand lying to myself… and to the world. Right now, the Herd saw a young woman of their own, not fully an adult, but not merely a child either. With red hair, and choice of tunic and skirt, my appearance was completely normal, if a little more neat than what most girls my apparent age would have had.

Yet, as I touched the pendant around my neck, I wondered to myself, dare I show my face to the world? My true appearance, with blue scales and yellow membranes for wings? It has been a while since I displayed my crest of spines or hurled venomous spikes at anything. I was a Nadder, one of the Kin and yet why did I feel so ashamed of being who I truly was? It was like, I wish the old me died a long time ago...

I sighed. Our visit to Fort Sinister was stressful to all of my former Peers, except Toothless and Hookfang, for reasons that I don't care to think of, not when there are more important things to focus on; important and distracting things. Such as watching a fight.

As I approached the stage of what appeared to be some sort of fighting place, I put my mirror away in my satchel. Now wasn't the time for quiet contemplating, no, I had an important thing to watch out for.

I cheered and roared, my enthusiasm burying my shame. I found it so easy to get lost with the crowd, watching two men grapple and jab at each other.

The arena set before us was a simple set up of wooden platforms raised above the ground. It wasn't too spacious, nor was it too crowded, but just enough for someone to easily get tossed out of the ring… like right now.

"Gwaaooh!" a man shouted as he was flung out of the ring from a hard tackle from his opponent. He landed not too far away from me, his head practically within spitting distance of me. He was lucky that there were hay bales to break his face. "Goah…." he groaned.

DING! A pot clanged as its owner, a man who sat at a table not too far away from the ring, hit it with a wooden spoon. "Good show!" he said, lifting his helmet in some sort of courteous gesture to the victor.

The winner bowed, then stepped down gracefully and then went on to pick up the fallen man.

"So, Knuckle Cracker and Fishyear, you're up!" the man at the table read from a list. Two men, apparently Knuckle Cracker and Fishyear went onto the platform. Then, at the sound of the pot clanging again, they began their fight.

Finding myself drawn to the fighting, I went and turned to the man at the table. "Excuse me, what is this?"

The man turned to me, but still kept an eye onto the fighting. He was an older, lightly bearded man with blueish eyes. "Well, Miss, this is just a little bit of a friendly competition, some friendly jabs, no weapons stuff. Two people walk in, one walks out. The other is thrown out! Like now!" He laughed. It was at this point, the skinnier of the two as flung onto the hay bales.

DING! The pot rang again. The skinnier man on the hay bales went back onto the platform. Apparently there were multiple rounds of combat.

"Round two! Fight!" declared the organizer. DING! He hit the pot and the two men went after each other again.

I was intrigued by the promise of a fight. It's been… far too long since I had a proper fight and not mere practice. I was itching for adrenaline to run through my veins; I wanted to keep my skills sharp. Besides, this outfit wasn't one of my best ones; I could afford to get it roughed up a bit; I needed to relieve my stress. "Hm, mind if I sign up?"

"Ooh! Ooh! Did you see that?" the organizer said, seemingly ignoring my request.

I turned to see what was distracting him and when I did, I gave a gasp, "Ooh, is that a neck hold!?"

"Sure is!" This round of the fight was nearing its end as the skinnier of the two managed to swing around to the larger man's back. The larger man was trying to throw him off, but it didn't work. Instead he was brought to the ground and kept there for a good solid minute. The organizer had to ring his pot again for it break up the lock. "Okay, next round."

The crowd all gave relieved gasps, mimicking the ones the larger man did.

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt." I said. It was messy fighting, but I could put up with a little untidiness. I needed a good excuse to butt heads in.

DING! The organizer rang his pot. "Round Three! Fight!"

The men fought again, but this time the energy from them was drained. The crowd too didn't feel like supporting the two of them.

"So, you going to let me fight?" I really hoped he wasn't denying me on count I was a girl. I know I had enough of that kind of dismissal when I was training to be a Squire.

"Sure, sure, what's your name, Miss?" The man said impassionately.

"Stormfly…" The words came

"Stormfly? What kinda' name is that?" the organizer scratched his head a little.

"Mine." I felt my cheeks flush red. Out of everyone of my friends, my name was the odd one out, being a little… specific to say, having wings. Hookfang at least had the excuse that Vikings sometimes had abnormally long teeth, and Meatlug, well, she had gotten one that fit in with their naming conventions.

It was at this point that one of the two men, the large of the two slipped and fell on the hay bales. The crowd gave the two of them the last cheers they had for them, breaking into a minor uproar.

The organizer shrugged. "Whatever I guess…" DING! He clanged his pot again. "Good show!" he declared. Both the smaller and the large men left after that. The organizer then turned and looked at me and pointed up there. "I've got this contestant who's been itching to go up."

I nodded and stepped onto the wooden platform.

"And there goes Stormfly, this young lady just signed up with her odd name and everything. Let's see what she's made off!" shouted the organizer.

I gave them all a big grin. It felt so easy to be on stage, though I still felt my guilt at the very pit of my heart. Still, I could bury it, put on a show that I didn't mind.

"And our next contestant is none other than Camicazi! You all know her and probably lost your coin purses to her once or twice!"

I blinked, a sudden shock of… something unheard of running up my spine. I was fighting Camicazi!

Camicazi came up just shortly after, looking like I how I felt. She didn't say anything just yet, which was fine since I lacked an idea what I would say to her.

"We've got something special for you folks, these two young ladies are going to see who's the better fighter out of them!" the organizer yelled. The crowd murmured mixed sorts of responses, but the organizer didn't give them time to sort things out. "Round One! Fight!" Ding! The bell clanged.

Camicazi and I looked at each other for another second before combat reflexes kicked in for both of us. I went in with a foot. Camicazi ducked under the kick and gave a short jab into my rib cage. I gritted my teeth and lunged forward, both arms raised in the air.

"What'cha doing!?" Camicazi shouted. She sidestep my assault closed in on an arc. Camicazi then kicked me on the rear and would have almost sent me to the ground, if I didn't adjust my footing to turn my descent into horizontal movement.

It wasn't until just then that I realized that I was using my Nadder fighting style in a body not used to it. I think I should probably talk to Astrid about more fist fighting, I haven't done so well on that.

While I was off being distracted, Camicazi went for a sweep with her thigh, setting me off balance yet again. Unfortunately, for me, I wasn't given a chance to a recover. I felt her body slam right into mine, knocking me down and off the arena.

Ding! "Round one goes to Camicazi!" I heard the crowd cheer for her.

I groaned. Okay, not to self, don't think like a dragon for this.

"Ha! I've been waiting to do that one since winter!" laughed Camicazi. Whatever that meant, I didn't really care.

I picked myself up and off the hay bales and walked right back to the arena. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" I gritted my teeth. "Well, prepare to go down, girl!"

"Bring it!" Camicazi lifted both fists up to to a guard. "I'm waiting.

"Round Two! Fight!" Ding!

Like last time I went with the first attack, unlike last time, my first kick was a fake out.

Camicazi pulled the same trick twice and I redirected my and got her on the knees.

She fell to the ground, but didn't have much far to fall since she tried to duck under me. No matter, I took advantage of that. I raised my heel and brought it crashing down to Camicazi's body, putting as much weight as I could.

But Camicazi pushed herself out of the way, evading my stomp. "Ha! You've got big stompy feet, don'cha?" She laughed as she stood out of my reach.

I showed her my teeth and they probably shone bright and pearl white. "Yes, I do!" She wasn't talking about my somewhat dainty human legs.

The crowd was in an uproar, this round was getting heated compared to the minor confusion of the last what.

Camicazi went in for another attack, a quick one-two punch that I just barely guarded. "Oh, you're getting good, but you've still got alot to learn!" She then almost followed up with an over head attack, but I knew better than to give her the chance.

I ducked my head under the blow and went for a hard push on her abdominal region, a nice and relatively unguarded location. "Not that much!" I countered, canceling her attack. Then, I grabbed the Bog Burglar by her other arm and threw her to the side.

She landed into the pile of hay, much like I did, only face first. She got up a moment later, spitting out some

Ding! "And the winner of this round is newcomer Stormfly!"

The crowd roared and cheered my name. "Stormfly! Stormfly!"

I gave them all a little wave, just to show them I was here and accepting of their cheers. Oh, how long have I waited to her the praise of the public… even if… No, I couldn't bear it… Suddenly, I pulled myself out of accepting their cheers, their noise sounding almost horrifying to my ears.

My frown remained until Camicazi stood back onto the arena. "Hm, something bothering you?" She panted a little, a little wave of exhaustion visible in her eyes. I was much the same way, maybe a little more pained, but less weary.

I cringed a little bit. "Sorta." Same thing that's been bothering most of us who served under the King and Flight Commander One Eye; it was the sort of 'sorta' that did not bear mentioning in public.

Camicazi mused. "Hm, you know there's been… sorta something buggin me lately."

"Really?"

She grinned. "And that's why I'm venting!"

Hm, that was a good idea.

Ding! "Round Three! Fight!" the announcer shouted.

We both went at each other this time. Camicazi went for a punch to counter my kick. She used her other arm to deflect my strike, leaving a small amount of pain on my lower leg.

She went in further, pressing her punch forward and there was little else I could do to block it given my other leg was still in the air. But I did what I could and evaded the blow by allowing myself to fall, causing her jab to miss completely. "Missed!" I taunted. Then I spun myself and rolled onto my chest to evade Camicazi throwing her entire body at me. "Missed again!"

I took the time to stand up right after that.

"Ha, no I didn't!" She kicked my leg just as I was about to put my weight down and stabilize myself and nearly sent me toppling again. She used this oppurtunity to get herself standing and I just barely managed to avoid getting myself thrown up and out of the ring.

"Hey, you're messing up my clothes!" I laughed, joking a little. Oh, Camicazi was a fun adversary, especially with the banter going back and forth between us.

"Oh, pashaw!" she snorted. "We stuffed that wardrobe of your didn't we!?"

"You never got me a dresser!" I pointed at her accusingly.

The audience stoppped cheering, getting a little lost. But still they were still trying their best to follow our leaps of logic.

Camicazi grunted. "Well, fine, beat me and I'll buy you a wardrobe!"

"Oh, as if I needed more incentive to bring you down!" I threw myself at the girl. This time I arced my attacks low to avoid them from being thrown off. But Camicazi leapt over my sweep.

"You gotta do better than that!"

The crowd went back to an uproar, now that the action started again.

She jabbed at me three times but I was able to block each one, then I retaliated with strikes of my own.

We were both learning from each other's tactics, developing quick countermeasures and adapting our styles to better attack our enemy… which really meant we were gradually getting worse at proper fighting and just started doing random things.

There was only one thing I knew to do to finish this, one last grapple. I threw myself at Camicazi, this time catching her off guard and grabbing onto her body.

Then with a mighty roar and with a swing of my body I tried to throw her off the arena again… except this time, Camicazi was ready.

As I grabbed onto her, she grabbed onto me. "Well, looks like there's only one way to end this!" She threw herself , quite frankly aiding me in me throwing her, but in doing so, she also dragged me along with her.

We both flew and landed on the hay bales, brought of us coughed up straw.

Ding! "And the winner is… uh…. no one… imagine that…. Well, good show girls…"

The crowd was in a great uproar, each person congratulating us on our fighting ability and with how evenly matched and intense the fight had been. To be honest, it wasn't so much as intense for, as much as it was a little exercise in venting.

Camicazi was the first to get out. She dusted herself of straw and offered me a hand, laughing all the while.

"Well, looks like I'm not getting that wardrobe," I groaned I dusted myself of hay as well; being dirty was fine while in a fight, but afterwards, one needed to take care for proper hygiene.

"Hm, maybe?" she smiled, walking us both in the direction off of the arena. Two more replacement fighters went up. "Maybe if you tell me about what's been bugging you lot. I mean, it's plainly obvious there's been something you guys have been worried about since we've arrived on Fort Sinister."

I sighed. I really didn't want to go talk about it. Not right now. It was important sure, but it was a private issue for those in the know... So, I decided to make up a random question to get her off my back. Answer a question for a question, right? "Well, first, can you tell me what's up with the winter? I mean, you've been waiting for what exactly?"

Camicazi beamed red as if her skin was scalded hot. "Well, maybe it can wait then…"

"Sure…"That question hit a nerve, and I only really wanted to delay it for a while.

I sighed. Maybe a different, more important question.

Then a brilliant idea lit up in my head. "Hm, want to go again?"

Camicazi's grin was particularly intrigued.

Thought I'd give some attention to characters who weren't Hiccup and Toothless this time around. Something simple, something basic, you know. Some plot points to focus on, and hint at the things that's been bothering Stormfly and the others. You probably know what it's about.