A Night Fury's roar is heard echoing across the starry night. My blood freezes in my veins, and I knew my fate was sealed. The two dragons are still asleep, thank Thor for that. If the ruckus I made didn't wake them, then maybe there is a chance I can call Windshear.

I open my mouth to begin the call, but I choke on the noise lodged in my throat when I hear the sound of two more dragons landing outside the academy's open gate.

Thankfully, I notice a stack of barrels with red targets painted on.

Slowly, I back away until I'm crouched behind the barrels and press my eye to a gap in the stack and silently gasp.

I recognise Hiccup from my earlier reconnaissance. The son and heir of the savage and vengeful Stoick the Vast, but there is a blonde girl with a Deadly Nadder that I didn't know about who is with him. Not good. It's never a good thing to have loose ends on these missions.

"It just doesn't make any sense Hiccup. You don't find it strange that there is a stray dragon with all the riding equpment wandering the village, but no rider? Nevermind the gate is wide open. You can't tell me thats a coincidence."

I curse silently. Too many loose ends. It won't be long until I'm found out.

I'm not," Hiccup protested. "I think Snotlout and the twins-"

I never found out what Hiccup thought Snotlot and the twins did, because he was cut off by a low growl coming from their dragons. They picked up my scent.

"Toothless, what is it bud?"

My blood is frozen as I watch my death come nearer.

"Toothless," Hiccup asked again. Another low growl is his only response. He's hunting me.

In a blinding flash my cover is blown, quite literally. Splinters of wood fly everywhere. I flatten myself to the ground out of instinct, only vaguely aware of Hiccup and the blonde girl choking on the smoke. I'm really trying hard not to make a sound in the hopes that they won't notice me and I can use the smoke as a cover to escape, but the smoke clears faster than I can gather my courage to try it.

When I look up at my enemies, both dragons and humans are glaring at me. I don't say a word, knowing it's as bad as it looks.

And that's how I landed myself in this cell. There isn't really much to to besides wait around for my trial...or my execution. In the mean time I just reflect on the giant failure that was this mission.

Maybe if I'm miraculously not executed, I could try to get the book again, but Alvin doesn't believe in second chances and I realize if the Hooligan Chief won't kill me Alvin sure will.