"You understand what Gothi asks of you, right?" Heather eyes her son.

He gives a tiny nod of his head. Until the stupid burn from that stupid dragon heals, he's stuck like this. The things he is doing for that dragon of his. She's going to be the death of me.

"Good. Now, Hiccup." his mom turns to the man. "Do you have anywhere we can stay?"

Hiccup —the man—, nods. "Of course, Heather. You and Blade can stay with us. We have an extra room." he tells her.

"Great! Thank you, Hiccup." The Berserker woman beams.

"Of course, anything for a friend." Hiccup smiles back.

TWO HOURS LATER

It takes Heather well over two long hours to get her room the way she wants it to be. She decides to have a medium rock for her son's dragon next to a cot all ready for him. On the side where her bed rests, is a desk with a pieces of paper laying on top. Her hand grabs hold of the paper and some charcoal as she sits down at the desk.

'Dear Rajiv,

I hope you are handling it without Blade and I. He went on a bit of an adventure with Zephyr and ended up burned by a dragon so now he's just a blind berserker. Gothi says according to Hiccup reading her runes, that he will heal. But, since that occurred; Hiccup told me we could stay with them and I can't thank them enough. I just hope, that even if he is temporarily blind, he can join dragon training.

On the other side, have you discovered anything new about the prophecy? I fear that eventually, he will learn the truth. That he is the one involved in it.

With love,

Heather'

She rolls up her letter and ties with a loose tie she finds.

"Mom?" she hears a voice say. "I'm hungry."

Heather turns around from the desk, setting the rolled up letter down on the top of the desk. She holds her arms out and her young son races into her opened arms.

"Come on. Let's get you some food." she tells him and her son smiles big.

"Yay!" he shouts.

The berserker Razorwhip rider walks out of the room with Blade in her arms. She sets him down once the two are the bottom of the stairs.

"Auntie!" he cries and bounds forwards to Berk's blonde chieftess.

Astrid jumps slightly as her blue eyes glance down at the young swift fury rider.

"Sorry, Astrid. He must've heard me call you friend." Heather rubs her neck. "Whenever he hears me or Rajiv say that; he immediately calls them aunt or uncle."

"I think it's sweet." Astrid says. "It reminds me of Nuffink. He does that too."

"Maybe they'll become best friends. Wouldn't that be damaging." Heather jokes.

"Two chaotic sons of mischievous men becoming best friends? Definite damaging." Astrid laughs after she speaks.

The raven haired Viking joins in her laughter then stops when someone clears their throat. Her emerald gaze shifts to the left and catches sight of her son staring at her.

"Like father, like son." Astrid whispers into her ear as Heather grins in reply.

DRAGON ACADEMY - THIRTY MINUTES LATER

"At least I can stay on Tatsu!" Alvi shouts proudly. "Thank Thor for the saddle."

Zephyr Haddock moves her sky blue eyes to glance at Alvi. "So the saddle is why you can stay on? You know, you could've practiced more." she frowns.

"Well, not all of us are the daughter of Berk's top two dragon riders!" Alvi remarks then sighs. "Sorry, that was wrong to say that."

"Duly noted that's how you feel. I didn't ask to be their daughter but you don't see me complaining about my life. Besides, I went on an adventure with a Berserker." Zephyr states.

Alvi falls off Tatsu as she quickly jumps to her feet. She scoots herself closer to Zephyr. "Tell me more." she bats her eyes. "I must know."

Zephyr rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Sorry, can't tell you. That's for me to know, and you to find out." she mutters. "Somehow."

"Oh come on, Zeph!" Alvi whines. "I thought I was your best friend! Am I no longer your best friend!"

Zephyr ignores her friend and walks in with Dart trailing behind her. Alvi skips in after them; Tatsu flying above his rider happily. The two female dragon riders take a spot beside each other near Alvi's older brother, and their other friends.

Gizor sits crisscrossed with his loyal Scauldron snoozing next to him. A raven haired young Viking with brown eyes sits on Gizor's right; Alvi is to his left.

"Welcome, dragon trainers! This is your first year so don't feel like you must learn everything! In time, you will learn to be expert trainers!" Snotlout shouts as he stands in front of the newest recruits.

Hiccup and Astrid offered this job to him and he decided to accept. After all, training the recruits how to be the best dragon trainers they can be, sounds like an easy job. The doors to the academy open yet again as Blade strolls in on top of Swifter.

"Oh, who are you?" Snotlout asks while scratching his head. "I don't recall seeing you around here."

"That's because I'm not a Berkian." Blade responds and narrows his eyes.

Zephyr lifts her head up to stare at him, watching as Swifter moves forward. Blade jumps off the Swift Fury and sits in the back; behind everyone with her curling a tail around his legs. Her black head rests in his lap, a hand petting her.

"Moving on! Today, fire maneuvers! Who wants to start?" Snotlout barks out, not taking his blue eyes off of Blade.

"I will, Dad!" Virar says.

The raven haired male Viking whistles and flips onto his beloved dragon; a dangerous Screaming Death.

"Come on, Banshee. Let's show these Vikings how it's done." he whispers to her.

Banshee screams and flaps her white wings, letting a ring of fire fly from her mouth. Zephyr hops onto Dart while Alvi jumps onto Tatsu. Gizor slides into Wisdom's back. All three dragons jump into the air and dive to evade the fire.

Wisdom is the first to get hit and roars back a blast of fire. Tatsu joins in, after Alvi nearly gets her hair fried.

"Zeph! Our dragons are fighting back! What's the genius plan?" Alvi shrieks.

"Protect our dragons! We can't let them keep fighting!" Zephyr hollers back.

An ear splitting roar interrupts the dragons' fighting as a blurb of black, blue and cream is hovering in the sky. Her rider is annoyed and folds his arms.

"Fighting dragons? Everyone knows an Alpha is the only way to disrupt dragons when they fight. Surely you knew that." Blade snaps.

"Oh, of course we knew that, muttonhead! In case you forgot, my dragon is the daughter of the alpha dragon! Next time, you want to butt in; don't." Zephyr growls. "I don't need your help.

"Someone's bipolar." Blade mutters.

"What was that?" Zephyr stares at him harshly.

"Nothing." Blade whistles. "Let's go, Swifter. It's clear we aren't wanted."

"Yeah, good. Leave! You weren't wanted here in Berk! You are just a dumb Berserker!" Zephyr tells him.

"You Vikings are all the same." Blade whispers quietly before he guides Swifter away.

Alvi, Gizor, and Virar all stare at Zephyr as the chief's daughter merely huffs and flies Dart in the opposite direction the Berserker heads.

"What was that all about?" Gizor asks.

"I mean, I feel bad. Banshee started the fight and that weird dragon stopped it. Have you ever seen a dragon like that?" Virar mutters and drums his fingers along Banshee's bare back.

"I bet our dad might know. I will say, I am intrigued with how that dragon stopped the fight. Typically only Alphas can stop fights." Gizor replies.

"What if the dragon is an Alpha?" Alvi butts in as the two boys turn their heads to her. "I mean, it makes sense. Sort of."

"Yeah, but that just adds to what Gizor said. Nobody knows the how or why." Virar tells her. "Let's see if your dad knows something."

FEW THOUSAND MILES AWAY FROM NEW BERK

"Let's land there." Blade points to a spot of land ahead of the duo.

Swifter glides to where she jumps down and folds her wings. She makes a move to step forward only to be stopped by a circle on the ground. Her friend and rider jumps off her back. He bends down to pick up a stick; wielding it like a sword.

"Let us go! We mean no harm. We are just passing through." he says.

"Oh, you mean no harm?" the person snorts, "that's what they all say before they turn their back on us and die a pitiful death."

"Then, what do you want? Because if you want my dragon, you can't have her. She isn't for sale!" he growls.

"Don't worry, I do not want your dragon. I want you, Berserker Prince of Skies." the person smiles. "After all, we have been after you for years but that mother of yours is good at protecting you."