That day became a blast back to the past for both Hookfang and Snotlout. The two were eventually reunited as one. Hookfang was able to fly with his old rider once more, and Snotlout became the old dragon rider that he once was, all without remembering what transpired as a result of the wicked actions he had done; before his memories were wiped...

Meanwhile however, some still questioned Hiccup's choice of allowing Snotlout back into the tribe, and many others believed that he should have been executed. After all, they had not forgotten what he had done.

But thankfully enough, the young chieftain, through patience and planning, quietly spread forth the truth behind Snotlout's back, and assured as many people as possible, including the kings, that the Jorgenson had changed. Though Hiccup knew that it would take time for them to get used to him being among them, the lad still had high hopes.

Especially since Snotlout was not the main problem to worry about.

Hiccup stood with Gobber, Lornduin, Morgrim, and his mother at the top of the stairs to the great hall, discussing their further plan of action regarding their war.

"Let's have a simple rundown," began Hiccup. "The riders and I will be landing in Votunheim to meet up with the Votun. We will convince their chieftain to join us, before moving on to the Northwest to help out the elves in Nordell, and then the dwarves in Dalgard. Afterwards we'll plan our next offensive against the Legions, and hopefully, figure out a way to stop them."

"I'll have fun kicking their arses back tae where they came," replied Morgrim smirkingly. "But we can't make time go fast 'nuff. Lornduil an' I still have tae wait fer the rest of our armies tae arrive."

"That's fine," said Hiccup. "As long as the others and I can convince Valnr's factions to join us, we may yet be able to deal with that monster Drago, and end this war swiftly."

"You can't handle Drago alone, lad," spoke Gobber. "The Legions may be one thing, but that warlord, and especially his master, are stronger than anything we have ever faced. If you step too far, you'll end up like your father."

"Gobber, I-"

"You know he is right, young one," admitted Lornduil. "If something were to happen to you, that would be that. Though we light elves, as history shows, can save people from death with our medicines and magics, we cannot bring back something that is already gone."

Valka sighed. "Hiccup, I understand you want him to pay as much as our tribe does, but Drago's master, whoever or whatever he is, has given him powers that I've never seen anyone use before; not even from Gothi. He summoned a whole army with just a snap of his fingers..."

"...Imagine what other magics he could use against you if you ever run into him. Hiccup, you can't risk going after Drago. Not yet."

Hiccup let out a sigh. "Look, I understand what you guys are trying to say, and you're right. However, sooner or later, I WILL fight him. And when I do, I won't hold back."

"And it shall be so," said Lornduil. "Nonetheless however, I think we should get back to the task at hand, high chieftain. I suggest figuring out where the Alliance is going to land once it reaches Valnr."

Hiccup gave a nod. "The safest I can recommend is somewhere west of Votunheim, near the southeastern side of the continent. Orcish presence is not as active there."

"Is that it?" asked Gobber.

"Pretty much," replied Hiccup. "Unless there's something else you'd like to suggest, Gobber?"

The belch shook his head. "Not at all. I was just thinking we should-"

Before the large man could finish, the sounds wings flapping suddenly caught the group's ears. Their eyes looked up towards the sky, and from afar they spotted a Deadly Nadder flying towards them with two figures on its back; more specifically, two blonde figures.

Hiccup immediately assumed that it was Astrid and Arn on top of Stormfly, and right he was.

As the dragon landed in front of the group of five, the two vikings gazed down at Hiccup, exchanging gazes.

"Hiccup," began Astrid. "We need you by the cliffs near the arena. Something's come up, and we have no idea why."

The young chieftain rose a brow in curiosity. "What is it?"

…

Roaring. Very distant roaring. That was what Hiccup heard upon landing Toothless on the grassy cliffs with Astrid and Arn, and right away Hiccup could tell they were the roars of dragons. After all, what else would it be?

For a moment there was a pause, and then there it was again.

"Ugh, when will they JUST STOP?!" growled Snotlout, eyeing the skies angrily.

The young chief dismounted from his Night Fury as he looked up towards the cloudy blue sky, trying to focus on where the roars of the dragons were coming from, and more importantly, where the dragons themselves were.

"When did this start happening?" asked Hiccup.

"About fifteen minutes ago," answered Arn. "The six of us were patrolling around the area when we started hearing these roars. At first, Snotlout suggested that we should forget about them, but as they kept on going, we agreed that we had to do something about it, so we came to you."

"...However, I get the feeling that whatever these dragons are, they aren't hostile. They sound a bit... familiar."

Hiccup crossed his arms, still glancing at the sky above them. "You guys were right to call me," he nodded as there was once again a pause, and then roaring once again. "Though these roars aren't constant, they sure make it seem like they're calling out to something- or maybe someone."

Tuffnut, who stood nearby, lightly chuckled. Snickering. "Pfft, how would you know that? I mean, I get you're the chief and all, as well as the dragon master, but I don't think that-"

"I'm only assuming, Tuffnut," interrupted Hiccup as he then shifted his eyes back to his dragon. "Toothless, do you have any ideas?"

The Night Fury shook his head as he stepped forward. "Not a clue," he warbled, replying in Dragonese. "However, I sense that there are only three of these roars. That means there are three dragons flying about around here somewhere."

"Just three?" Hiccup asked, to which Toothless gave a nod. "Do you think you can call out to them, then? I mean, you're the alpha after all."

"I'll try, but I can't guarantee that this will work. I don't know what kind of dragons we're dealing with."

Hiccup nodded his head as he gestured for the others to make space for Toothless, to which they did, allowing him to focus as he looked up towards the sky and let out a loud, bellowing, and authoritative roar that echoed in the wind that blew.

Unexpectedly, the roaring came to an abrupt stop, and then… nothing happened.

A long moment of silence came as they looked around, hoping for some sort of sign. Was there really nothing more they could do? Was that it?

Then, something out of the ordinary happened.

"Look!" said Fishlegs, pointing up in the distance.

Everyone followed Fishlegs's finger, and as they looked up, they saw three winged figures come into view from afar. They were certainly dragons, but the young vikings could not make out their colors or features, for they were too far away

The dragons flew slowly in unison, going around in a circle as they eyed the seven humans staring up at them; yet one of them caught the trio's attention.

And thus, the three dragons began to descend, flying smoothly and slowly towards Hiccup and the others. Their wings flapped with ease as one of them let out a roar, reminding them to back up.

Toothless let out a huff. "Everyone, get back!" he gasped.

"Get back!" repeated Hiccup.

Immediately the riders and their dragons backed away from the edge of the cliffs, making enough room for the three winged creatures to land in front of them. Upon closing in, their wings flapped with intensity, letting out a light breeze as they hovered over the grass, before gently landing on all fours. With that, they bowed their heads to the riders.

The group now had a closer look at them.

Their appearances were extraordinary. The three dragons were nearly thrice as large as Monstrous Nightmares. They each had two large horns extending outwards from their foreheads, and their bodies were slim yet bulky, with large wings and long bludgeon-like tails to add on.

Despite their similarities however, Hiccup also noticed that their color patterns were completely different, as well as the styles of their horns. The dragon in the center was red and orange, like a fiery dragon. The dragon on the left was blue and white, like an icy dragon. And the dragon on the right was purple and yellow, like a stormy dragon.

'What are these dragons?' thought Hiccup.

"It took them long enough," said Arn with a somewhat surprised tone.

But before Hiccup could ask what the blonde viking meant, Arn then stepped forward to stand in front of the three dragons and, surprisingly, bowed his head to them, to which the red dragon then responded in the same manner. At first, the riders were confused.

Then, something happened that neither Hiccup nor any of the other riders saw coming.

"Arn," spoke the dragon, his voice sounding mighty yet calm. "We are pleased to see that you are alive. Two months have gone by since you departed out to sea, and many back on Valnr thought you were dead… it looks like our visions proved them wrong."

Everyone's eyes, except for Arn's, were widened with disbelief.

"WHAT?!" screamed Fishlegs excitedly. "I- I can't believe it. Is- Is this-? Thi- This feels like an evolution to dragon classes! They- they-"

"You can talk!" said Astrid.

"Why of course we can talk!" chuckled the icy dragon heartily as she gave Astrid gave a friendly gaze. "I am sure Arn here has told you about us; the Three Guardians of Valnr… Are you by chance his acquaintances?"

"...You're the Three Guardians?" asked Hiccup surprisingly. "I mean- Arn mentioned you guys to me once before, but he never told me you were dragons!"

"Well, now you know," smirked Arn. "Hiccup, allow me to introduce you to Infernus - the Guardian of Fire, Glacien - the Guardian of Ice, and Voltraxion - the Guardian of Storms. They are powerful beings, and hold the gift of vision."

"Oh yes indeed!" nodded Voltraxion as he spoke quickly without a stutter. "Of course the majority of Midgard's population has no knowledge of us or our existence, but we are indeed the primary designated defenders of Valnr; assigned for being elemental custodian watchers, and humanoid protectors. Such as such goes for the rest of Midgard and its inhabitants."

"Human what-?" replied Tuffnut, unable to process what the storm dragon had said.

"They protect living things like us, Tuff," answered Hiccup. "Also, as random as this is, I must ask... did you guys really infuse Arn's blade with-?"

The brief mentioning of this caused Arn to gaze at Hiccup with annoyance. "Hiccup- are you serious? I already told you that-"

"That is just a myth that many tend to believe in," replied Infernus. "Midgarite can be confused for being a blessed metal upon first glance, for whatever the reason. However, we're not here for the sake of story-telling, young one."

The guardian's eyes shifted to the Alsworn heir. "Arn… have you found the Wings of Midgard?"

The blonde viking gave a nod as he turned around and motioned with his hand towards Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, and the Twins. Snotlout however stepped back.

"Five Wings remain present, yet two are absent from our presence," quickly responded Voltraxion. "This is most peculiar indeed."

"And are you certain that they are of the Wings of Midgard?" asked the Glacien, her voice sounding as soft as sleet.

Once more, Arn nodded his head. "Aye. Through our research, we found out that the first generation of the Wings of Midgard were led by a man named Horren Haddock. This young man here, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, is his descendant, and his friends are also descendants of his companions… well, maybe except for him."

He motioned over towards Snotlout, but the dragon guardians arched their brows.

"So then it is true... And- are you certain about him, Arn Lotharsson?" asked the fiery guardian. "This young buff man could, in any case, possibly be a Wing. Is he not a friend of Hiccup Haddock?"

Arn remained silent for a moment, not knowing what to respond with to the guardian, but the dragon merely shook his head.

"Well, never mind about that then," he sighed as his eyes drifted over to Hiccup. "Descendent of Horren Haddock, please step forward."

The young viking gave no question as he took a few calm footsteps towards the large fiery dragon. Being in the presence of such a powerful dragon however made Hiccup feel a bit anxious. After all, he had never before met a talking dragon who held mastery over the elements, and yet here were three of them, right before his very eyes.

As he stood directly before the fiery dragon, the winged creature gazed directly into Hiccup's eyes as if he were looking right into his very thoughts.

"I sense the spirit of fire burning in you, Hiccup Haddock," said Infernus, impressed. "Your link to the connection of flames is strong; more powerful than any I've ever seen. Yet there is… hatred in it. Hatred towards the one who leads the Legions of Maldragor… for killing someone you loved."

"Yes," nodded Hiccup. "Drago Bludvist. He killed my father after we tried fighting to reclaim our ancestral island; the Island of Tomorrow. But now it's nothing but a wasteland. There is no going back to that horrific place."

"Hmm… that may be so," the fiery guardian responded agreeingly. "But you must know that Drago has left the Island of Tomorrow. His fortress still stands, but the island itself is completely deserted."

"What?" everyone spoke up in unison.

Hiccup's eyes were widened with a shockened gaze. "Wh- Are you certain?" he asked.

Infernus gave a nod. "It's what our visions showed us, and when we passed by the island, they were proven true. Drago has retreated his forces back to the darkened lands of which his master's Legions inhabit. The Dark Master knows that you and your friends are the Wings of Midgard, Hiccup Haddock, and both he and Drago even know about your Alliance, of which we also saw in our visions."

"Does that mean Drago knew who we were from the start?" asked Astrid who still stood behind Hiccup, to which the young chieftain gave a nod.

"His lies were an attempt to bring us all down, and make us doubt," replied Hiccup. "He was aware that we didn't know we were the Wings of Midgard, so he took the opportunity to lie to us and say that they were dead..."

"...But, is that all you're here to tell us?"

The guardian shook his head. "That's not the only reason we are here... Because Drago knows that you plan to move against him and Maldragor, there is no doubt that he will want to march against you before you can. Thus, we are offering you safe passage to Valnr. You will have the chance to make the first move."

"Now?" asked Hiccup. "Wait- No no no… you don't understand. I can't leave without telling my people or the Alliance. My mother will be worried if I leave without-"

"Take all the time you need, descendant of Horren," spoke Glacien, the guardian ice dragon. "We will be waiting here for as long as you need, until you are prepared to depart. We are patient dragons after all. So for now, relax. We will be here."

"...Alright," sighed Hiccup. "Just- give us until midnight, and we'll be ready."

"Midnight?!" asked Snotlout. "You mean we're leaving Berk tonight, and without any rest?"

Hiccup shook his head. "You guys have until midnight to rest, as well as to get your weapons sharpened, to get your clothes cleaned, to get your armor polished, and to get one last bite... It's going to be a long ride."

"I'll stay here with the guardians, and catch them up to date," said Arn. "Also, I would suggest that you guys get something warm to wear. A furred cloak- or even a fur vest or capelet will do. It's going to get colder as we go north, but it should take a minimum of five days to reach Valnr since we're going by dragon."

"We'll need to make stops along the journey then, for food and rest," Hiccup added on. "Any island or rockstack will do, but we'll need to move as fast as we can to reach Valnr."

"...But until then, prepare yourselves for the journey ahead, and give Berk your goodbyes. We'll be gone for a while…"

…

There was without a doubt that many would question Hiccup's abrupt departure, yet after explaining everything to his mother, she agreed, and allowed the lad to go. Either way, she could not stop him. He was the chieftain, and this was bound to happen sooner or later.

"I promise I'll keep everyone out of harm's way as best as possible, mom," spoke Hiccup as he put on his brown furred cloak, all while looking back at his mother as both he and Toothless prepared to step out the front door. "...Will you keep Berk safe while I'm gone?"

Valka smiled as she gave him a nod, approaching him and placing her hands on his shoulders. "I will see to it that Berk is looked after while you're away, and that Gobber and Eret lead the vikings of Berk to war alongside the elves and dwarves once they're ready... You've grown up so much, my boy. Your father would be proud of you if were here."

"...Now, go; bring a stop to Drago and his master. Avenge our tribe."

"Thank you, mom…" sighed Hiccup. "Odin be with you."

"As with you, my son," she smiled as she embraced her son, hugging him goodbye before he turned his head back to face the door.

"Let's go, bud," he said, the two of them making their way out into the night of Berk, knowing that after that, they would be making their way into the new world beyond.

As soon as they were outside, Hiccup sighed as he looked back at Toothless, anxious yet determined.

"Alright… let's get this over with," he sighed, slowly climbing onto Toothless's back and saddle and adjusting his foot and prosthetic onto the pedals, and with a metallic flick, Toothless's prosthetic tail fin flapped open like a sail lowering itself from the mast of a longship, ready to sail.

Hiccup nodded at Toothless, and without another word, they flew off to the cliffs to rally with the others, of whom had already given their goodbyes to their parents and relatives.

...Unfortunately however, the same could not be said for Snotlout. He had no one to say goodbye to, and the thought of it alone was enough to make him frown.

Still, their weapons were sharpened, their armor was polished, their food and water was packed, and they were well rested to last the night and until tomorrow evening. They indeed were all set for the journey, and rallied by the cliffs where the three dragon guardians were, waiting along with Arn.

Hiccup could see that they had warm gear on them. Furred cloaks, capelets, and vests, all meant for winter weather. They looked like vikings ready for war and adventure.

As Arn stood up from the grass, he looked back at the others who were rallied all around him, and gave them a nod. "Are you guys all set?" he asked.

"We are ready," replied Hiccup. "We have everything we need."

"Then it's time," nodded Infernus. "Let us waste not another moment and be about it... Arn, climb onto my back."

The Alsworn heir bowed his head to the dragon guardian who then crouched down for the lad to climb upon. Making his way on Infernus's back however, Arn felt the familiar and uncomfortable feeling of a saddle-less dragon. Nonetheless, he managed to adjust.

With everyone now set for the flight, they took one last glance back at Berk. It would be the last time they would see the island for a long while, and as the view sank into Hiccup's memory, he turned his head away from the town and out towards the sea, shoving aside his emotions as he gave Toothless a light kick.

"Let's fly!"

And with that, they were off.

The eight dragons ran forward, spreading their wings out like birds as they began to flap, and with that, they leaped forth and flew off into the winds of the night beneath the moon-lit sky, huffing and puffing as they breathed in the cool evening air. Yet in midst of the flight, the riders, from atop their saddles, took the moment they had to look back at Berk, and watched as it slowly started fading into the distance like a figure in a thick fog; except of course, there was no fog. The further they traveled, the more the island grew smaller and smaller in the distance, until eventually, it was nothing more than a mere rock that hung over the horizon.

And then, nothing at all.

Soon enough, they turned their heads forward, and from there, they remained silent as the wind blew against their faces. Though their home was for now behind them, a whole new world meanwhile awaited them, out in the great beyond...