A.N Okay its been awhile and at this point many of you are thinking this is just skyrim not
how to train your dragon, well this is the chapter to change all that.
Vincent's P.O.V As I woke in the early hours of the morning I took a deep breath inhaling the
fresh cold mountain air. My eyes slowly opened to reveal the familiar old cabin ceiling that had
been my home for the better part of 3 years. As I sat up out of bed I wasn't sure if it was my body
or the bed that creaked and cracked probably both, the past 30 years had not been kind to my
body after the incident in the black reach my leg never did fully heal nor did my sword arm, Now I
walk with a limp and my right arm can do the simple things like use a fork or small knife but other
than that its useless. I walked out of the cabin to watch the sunrise off the coast of this strange
island the inhabitants call Berk. He remembered the day he got there, it was the day after the
chieftains son had been killed by a dragon rider, well at least that's what they believed but
something wasn't right about what I saw in that grove it didn't line up with any previous dragon
attacks I had seen it was well done but to me at least it was clear he had faked his death why I
didn't know but I knew that much.
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Fish Legs' P.O.V. Ever since Vincent showed up and started living up on the mountain he's
needed someone to take him some supplies and none of the other villagers cared to do it so I
decided I would besides there is something about him as if he has knowledge and tales from
other times other realms. Normally he would offer to tell me a story from one of his travels in
exchange for bringing him the supplies but last time I brought them up I noticed an old sword that
he keeps by his bed and I'd like to know more about it. Fishlegs' thoughts would travel and
wander as he climbed up the steps that lead to Vincent's small and humble hut.
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Vincent's P.O.V. As he pulled his pipe out and held it up to his lips he caught a slight glimpse of
the small golden ring he had on his left hand and it brought back the memories from 30 years
ago on that fateful day when he lost everything…. "Finally we made it to the black reach" Vincent
spoke in a hushed tone knowing only stories of the creatures that dwell within. "Well you two I
hope you're ready Alvor said his friend lived in the blackreach in some small cabin near an old
ruin of some kind" Aramnur said in a clear and confident voice not caring if some creatures of
the dark heard them coming. Vincent was jolted back to reality by a large young viking who had
brought him supplies for the next few weeks. "Uh Vincent you alright?" Fish spoke uncertain if
Vincent was aware of his presence and as he had thought he wasn't. "Oh Fishlegs it's you, yes
I'm alright. What have you brought me this time?" Vincent talked trying to hide that something
had been bothering him a second prior and that fish had startled him. "Well y'know it's just the
usual mainly salted fish some salted pork and some water skins along with a little mead"Fish
began to trail off before perking up again when he remembered wanting to ask about the
sword"Uh say Vincent last time I came up here I saw a sword in your cabin by your bed and was
wondering what an old traveler like you still has it for, it looked pretty old and beat up, Gobber
makes a fine blade I'm sure he'd set you up with one" Fish asked in a polite manner doing his
best to not pry to deep. For many long seconds Vincent sat there unsure of what to tell the young
man…" That sword was given to me by my father, it may look old because it is, and may look
beat up because it is, but I tell you there is no finer blade ever made, I have used it for many
years and fought in countless battles in countless wars with it…. That is why I still have it" As
Vincent spoke fish knew he had struck a nerve not in a bad way it was just something Vincent
would've rather kept buried.
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Fishlegs' P.O.V After Vincent told me that about himself and the sword I figured I had overstayed
my welcome and went back down to the Village just in time for Dinner… "Hey Fish, how's the old
man doing" Snotlout yelled over to him as he entered the main hall"He's doing just fine seemed a
bit off today though"Fish replied honestly"Well that's good to hear another mouth to feed through
winter"grumbled Astrid not too happy that Vincent lived by himself and didn't help the village at all
but still used their resources. "3 years to this day, that's how long my son has been dead and I
have not stopped working to avenge my son by killing every last dragon, even though today
marks the anniversary of my son's death it is still a day to celebrate my nephew your future chief
on this day killed a monstrous nightmare without any help"Stoic roared over the crowd and as he
finished the crowd roared and cheered for Snotlout clapping and hollering, giving him even more
of an ego just what he needs… fish thought to himself..
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As the party for Snotlout went on into the night and the wee hours of the morning Vincent had an
all too different night for he had nightmares from the night in the blackreach he saw the moment
she died torn in half by some creature born in the fires of hell, he was unable to save her and he
was powerless against the beast, the same beast that would injure his leg and arm and take the
life of his new friend and that of his lover….
A.N Alright that's done hopefully it's interesting and you guys don't mind the time gap,
also I have forgotten how much time Hiccup spends away from berk in The boy Behind
the Mask but for the sake of my story Hiccup is still away from berk and they will be
meeting up soon.