I was in the shit, figuratively speaking. My sister had judged me guilty for riding a Dragon, I was not trying to jail it, merely train it. The Dragon in question was a Skrill, I had found him injured and helped to heal him, it was during one of our play sessions that Throk discovered us and reported it. I left Caldera cay, taking the name Calder Cay, I was walking until the Skrill I found came to me, he was adorable, sort of like Toothless, just more, because he forced me onto him and took off. Looking back, I could never have known how deeply my presence would affect things here...

(Edge)

I found myself on what would become the Edge, and set up a pretty decent home. It'd been a Laborious process, but with the frequent raids on the Dragon Hunters where more and more Dragons joined me and my Skrill, specifically several Catastrophic Quaken's, a duo of Typhoomerang's, a Trio of Thunderdrum's, and a Single Triple Shryke. The Quakens helped me form the structure while the Typhoomerang's carried Loads, The Thunderdrum trio acted as my Aerial protectors, I was working on getting my hands on some Whispering Death, but no solid leads just yet. I received monthly visits from Heather, who had become something of a girlfriend, no not girlfriend girlfriend, the closest example I could draw to our relationship was Hera Syndulla and Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume.

Which made you realise that I am from our world. Doesn't really matter much anymore.

Getting back to it, I was at the Forge, creating a few things, namely the Hidden Blades I was creating, what? Always did love Assassin's Creed! Among my designs were the Pivot Blade used by Conner Kenway, the Standard ones used in general, the Phantom Blade, the Poison Blade, Poison Dart Launching Blade, the Trident Blade, and the Prong Blade and Hookblade. I'd already finished the Pivot, Trident, and Standard Blades, I was making the Phantom Blade with Heather in mind. My Thunderdrum's suddenly landed. They nodded and I realised it was time. ''Alright, Noctis your in charge until Drummer, Beat, and Tempo Bring me back. Drummer I'm riding on you.'' I say, and quickly hop onto his back.

(Melody Island)

I rode atop Drummer, Beat at my left, and Tempo at my right, together we rode towards Death Song Central, Melody Island, The four of us rode in to find the riders searching. ''What in Thor Odinson's Red Beard are you idiots doing?!'' I bellow, laughing my ass off internally because I enjoy fucking with people's brains.

''Uh, who are you?'' Asks Astrid.

''I, Lady Hofferson am the Resident protector in these parts. Since you and The Fish bone seem content to fall in love in the Berkian Archipelago, the duty has fallen to me to protect the Dragons of this Part of the World.'' I say.

''You know us?'' Asks Fishlegs.

''Of you, let's start with Snotlout. You are arrogant, stupid, and completely self-absorbed, your point of existence is as questionable as the twins having brains at all; There is no point of your existence. In fact, the Twins have far more worth than you because, troublesome as they are, they at least don't see themselves as Thor Incarnate.'' I say, before breathing deeply. ''Oh, how good it feels to get that off my chest. Any who, you lot need to get out of this place. This is Melody Island. home to the Dreadfully Cannibalistic Death Song's. Look if you lot are still alive by week's end we'll see each other soon enough. I'm leaving Beat and Tempo here to help, I have a date with some Whispering Death, see you guys later.'' I say getting back on Drummer. Oh, and if you see her before I do, tell Heather Calder Cay says she still owes him that dinner.''

(Whispering Death Island)

Time-Skip: Six days Later

So, Whispering Death are deadly, who knew? Well you and me, but It wasn't a complete waste. The Whispering Death were in a bit of trouble, and because I ended up having saved one a while back, albeit unintentionally, The mama was kind enough to accept my help, course I didn't count on Three Whispering Death and one Screaming Death coming to my rescue just as a Death Song, who likely trailed me, tried to do me and Drummer in. That was the upside, the cuts, burns, and bruises were obviously the down side. Screaming Death, while something I would want, was not wanted so early.

I dragged myself atop Drummer, just as the Mama Death approached. She growled, hissed, and then silently nodded. The Four Death's approached and I realised they wished to follow me. It was nighttime, so it made sense to fly. ''Come on then.'' I say inclining my head. Drummer warbles a bit, but a soothing rub let's her know it's alright. We quickly fly off.

(Meanwhile, at the Edge)

Hiccup and the gang were awestruck yet confused. Several Dragon's were in a man-made village with Dragon places to work, the Quaken present stood shoulder-to-shoulder with A Skrill un the middle. The trio refused to let them pass, no matter what they tried, clearly they were well-trained. ''I wonder, if this could be the home of that man? Heather's friend?'' Asks Astrid.

''Possibly, he said if we survived the Deathsong, we'd see him in a week, its almost been a week.'' Says Hiccup thoughtfully.

''And it is my home.'' Says A voice, the Berkian Riders look up to see a bloody, burnt, and bruised Calder Cay atop a Thunderdrum, three Whispering Death and a single Screaming Death trailing behind him. ''Ugh, I'm never going back to the Whispering Death Island, too painful. Listen, we'll talk more later, I need a bath, don't piss off the Terrors.'' I say tiredly trudging my way to my home.

The lock appears forced.

''Looks like someone tried to force open the lock, I'll make a new on later.'' I say, before I use the special emergency unlocking mechanism to get in. I shut it behind me, making sure to block the mechanism to prevent being disturbed. I don't actually bathe so much as I sit in a steam room, when my burns start to hurt, I switch to an ice room. When I estimate the fight is almost done I get up and leave. I exit the door and find things finishing up. ''Didn't I specifically state not to piss off the Terrors? I wonder whose bright idea it was to ignore me?'' I wonder, looking at Fishlegs, Hiccup, The Twins, and Snotlout, really any one but Astrid.

''My hut, now! The three idiots will be thrown into the pit while the adults talk.'' I say as I lead them inside, unlock the floor and hurl Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut in the pit. I throw some blunt instruments down there too. ''First Nut to hit Snotlout one hundred and fifty times while invoking Magni, Tyr, Freya, and Odin gets one Whispering Death, if I unlock the pit again before that happens, no Whispering Death, just a Gronkle.'' I say, unleashing a couple Boars for good measure. ''If the Boars do more Damage then Fishlegs gets the Whispering Death.'' I say, locking the pit.

''Alright listen up, I have my own agenda to execute, namely stopping the Illegal Dragon Trade and pissing the hunters off enough that they have little choice but to call in the big boss. Who for your information Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third is while you have only one parent left.'' I say.

''My mom was killed by Dragons!'' Says Hiccup.

''Who ever said she was dead? Oh no, miss Valka is in fact alive, and like me she is a sworn Protector of Dragon's. The man responsible for her disappearance employs the Dragon Hunters, his name is Drago Bludfist. Your father was the only survivor of his massacre, and watched Drago and his henchman Krogan disappear, I cannot say how I know this, just that I do.'' I say.

''My mom's alive? Do you know where she is?'' Hiccup asks in a mixture of hope and surprise.

''I do, unfortunately I am forbidden by Cultural Law to betray another Protectors Secret, even to their own family. I can offer you something else though, Your Dragon Manual is not as full as it ought to be, see this book? It is my Dragon Manual. Contains Dragons I've encountered, trained, and heard of. It also has a list of Hybrids and Subspecies. You know the Screaming Death? That's an Albino Subspecies of the Whispering Death, but what if I were to say there was something similar to the Night Fury, a Light Fury if you will?'' I say, and Fishlegs is clearly having a wet dream over such a thing and such a book.

''Hybrids? You mean two separate species mating?'' Asks Fishlegs excitedly.

''Oh yes, for instance would anyone care to guess what makes a Thunderbottom?'' I say, before answering anyway. ''It's a hybrid of the Thunderdrum and the Gronkle.'' I say, and Fishlegs is probably creaming himself at the possibility at this point.

''What do you want from us?'' Asks Astrid.

''I want peace and tranquillity, your welcome to stay, but I'm warning you here and now, Bring trouble to my island, put it at risk, or anything like it and you can consider your invitation to stay revoked. Oh and one more thing, I do not adhere to your laws, Never have and likely never will, so things such as Claim Stones are worth no more than dirt to me, try and use such things to stake your Claim here and the offending party is to leave or die.'' I say.

''You can't expect us to go along with that!'' Astrid Protests.

''Oh but I certainly can, I have lived here far longer than anyone else, this fortress is my home, it's my island, As a Protector of the Wing I am bound by my own laws, no one else's. Failure to accept or attempts to violate the terms of my offer will constitute an immediate and armed response. In other words I'll burn your ships at anchor and most of Berk's Port.'' I say as I unlock the pit. The twins are still trying to hit Snotlout while invoking Magni, Tyr, Freya, and Odin at only fifty seven times. ''Alright times up, no Whispering Death, put the Boars in the Cages, close the exit on your way out.'' I say as I unlock the Human exit but don't open. ''Time for bed, Noctis!'' I shout as my Skrill lumbers inside looking inquisitive.

''You tamed a Skrill?'' Asks a surprised Hiccup.

''Yes, his Names Noctis, its literal Translation to your language is Night. Now then Noct, be a good boy and take our three esteemed guests to their temporary rooms until they build their own. After that go and see your girlfriend.'' I say teasingly, to which Noctis huffs indignantly at the insinuation. I chortle in smug amusement.

Time-Skip: Next Morning

I awoke early as usual and went to get the morning Terror Mail, and if I was lucky my regular letter from Heather. I was in love, we've all had a crush on a cartoon, don't bother denying it, you only prove the validity of it all. But to me Heather was now a real living breathing person, plus she's hotter than Night Fury Plasma blasts on Monstrous Nightmare Gel.

I found a single Letter awaiting me. I head to my usual spit under a tree, and unfurl the letter;

Calder,

This could very well be our last letter, Dagur's hunting me and Windshear, I have to go to ground. I wish that I Could be there to live and fight beside you. but I can't risk your safety, thank you for the gift by the way.

These times between us have been a blessing from Freya, and while my heart breaks to say this, I can't permit myself to fall for you any longer. If I could I'd burn this now and live out my days with you, but I can't, I can't risk you or your home and the Dragons who lived there. Good news is Windshear has laid a clutch of eggs, thank Noctis for me will you? I enclose the location of the Eggs, take care of our babies will you? Bad news is I won't get to be there to help you with it.

You probably get the idea, but I really do love you Calder, thank you for everything...

Love,

Your Heather

My hands were shaking the whole time.

Heather loved me.

But couldn't do so any longer for fear of my safety.

She and I had effectively had grandchildren in the Clutch of Eggs that Windshear had laid from laying with Noctis.

A Razorskrill or a Skrillwhip? I'd let Fishlegs decide.

It was around midday when I stalked back to my fortress. I found my way to Noctis, saddled up, and prepared to depart. I found my way blocked by something vast, or rather someone. ''Are you Calder Cay? Chief Stoic the Vast, I'm told you have information regarding my wife.'' Says Stoic.

''I do, but am forbidden by Cultural Law and sworn oath from betraying a fellow sworn Protect, even when the person in question is family. I can offer an alternative however. In the future the Dragon Hunters shall acquire the service of a Man named Krogan, ironic considering the name is of a Dragon in human-ish form, but more importantly his boss actively seeks Miss Valka's death and the death or capture of her Queen of Dragons. Furthermore, Krogan was there the night you were the only Chief not to burn to death. I can give you information that will ensure Valka is protected, but I cannot give her location. All I'm permitted to say is she has an Army of Dragon's who defend her, an Army of Dragon's large enough to conquer half the planet.'' I say.

Stoic clearly doesn't like my response, but he does at least understand why I am unable to respond to his liking. He considers his next response, clearly trying to formulate his next response. ''Hiccup claims you are a Dragon Protector, is this true?'' Asks Stoic.

''Like the young Hiccup, I am an heir to a Tribe. Or rather a Prince, my Sister is my People's Queen. Our Village has been Guarded by an Eruptodon for decades, but she's nearing the end of her life, so when Noctis and I met, I hoped that by training him and learning to ride him I might protect the Tribe. Unfortunately such a thing goes against our Laws, and I was so determined to protect my people I willfully ignored the Laws. I was found out and my Sister banished me. However, I'd die before I give up our ways, and as I am unable to be a Defender of The Wing any longer, I resolved to become a Protector of The Wing instead.'' I say with conviction.

Stoic's face softens slightly.

''So despite your betrayal, you seek to make amends by ensuring no Dragon is captured and Sold. Even in your exile you keep to the ways of your people, and try to honor them. That is something I can respect.'' Says Stoic.

''Thank you, unfortunately I can't wait anymore, there's a Clutch of Dragon Eggs in need of protection. I guess you could call them my grandchildren, seeing as Noctis here is the father. I don't know how long I'll be gone but do try to keep destruction to the minimum.'' I say as I sit back in Noctis's saddle and lead him out the Dragon Stables, to go get his offspring before Viggo learns of them...Or worse still, Drago himself, if he finds out about it and tries to get his hands on them, I'm well and truly fucked in the ass!!!