I am so, so, so sorry.

I am so sorry that I wasn't able to update last week or yesterday. I had restarted doing my GCSEs and had to revise a whole lot. Don't worry, the next chapter will be released next week. Also, sorry for changing the second chapter's end quote twice, I posted an old draft of the chapter and I didn't realize until a week after and even after that I got the teaser quote wrong. This is my first fanfic and I will create mistakes so please don't hate me.

FYI, I will be moving the release date of my this Book's chapters to Friday; don't expect them on Thursdays anymore.

Now with that out of the way, let's begin.

Chapter 3: That Night Fury, Panicking

It hurts.

The fall was bad, every muscle in his body ached and pain shot through his body at the slightest twitch. His head ached from the blow it sustained from the fall as well as from the awful sensations he was feeling all over his body. He couldn't even opened his eyes. He couldn't care less.

At least his human was safe.

As time passed, the pain and the aching subsided and as the pain began to vanish, he allowed his other senses to explore his surroundings. His nostrils found the smell of pine leaves and earthy ground, his ears found the sounds of gently rustle of leaves on a breeze, his scales told him that he was lying on a bed of grass. Maybe he back in the grove that he lived where his human visited him every day. He loved his human; the human fed him when he wasn't able to hunt the fish in the cove but he did even more than that.

He gave him his life and his fin back.

The same boy, who took him out of the sky (not only that night but possibly forever) and was about to take his life, spared him and gave him his ability of flight again. The dragon knew that sparing a dragon's life, much less harbour and help a dragon was borderline suicide. But the bond, the connection between the two was near indestructible and it was forged from the first time they met, the first time they made eye contact. The dragon saw himself inside the boy's eyes, saw his own fear reflected in those leaf-green eyes. And he knew something else.

He knew that the boy saw himself in the dragon's eyes.

The dragon felt that Hiccup was a part of his heart, an irreplaceable part of his heart. He gave him back the ability to fly and in exchange, the dragon gave him the experience of flying. Oh, what an experience it is! To be free, to be untethered to the ground, to feel the air swirl around him. Flying defied a usual death sentence. Toothless loved the exhilaration of flying and he could also tell that the boy did too. He wanted to share this world with the boy; if he was given the choice of flying by himself or flying only with hiccup, Toothless would choose the latter.

The ache in his head weakened just enough to allow him to opened his eyes. The images he saw were blurred and fuzzy and he blinked multiple times to get rid of the fuzz. The pictures slowly became more clearer with each blink. The surrounding area was filled with trees and Toothless raised his head slowly to see the half moon shine its light blue light all over the clearing. Toothless knew that this wasn't the cove; there was not pond around him and the trees was on the same level as he was, not on a wall of stones that enclosed him. It was then did he take note of the man in front of him.

At first, the dragon thought it was his human's father from the size of the man and from the size of the beard. But as he examined the man further, he concluded that this man was definitely not his human's father. If he could call the man in front of him a man. He was enormous, humongous and gigantic; his human's father was massive, but this man was three times the width of him and twice the height. His face was obscured by large quantities of bushy, dark-brown hair, where black, beetle eyes were can only be barely seen. The giant reached out his hand and Toothless stumbled away when something made him stop, something that made his heart freeze, something that made all the pain vanish and replace it with pure panic.

His human was missing from between his legs.

Toothless rushed to his feet only to collapse, weakened. The sudden rise had sapped the dragon's strength and caused lights to pop in front of his eyes and nausea and light-headedness to fill his head. Panting heavily, he tried to gather his thoughts. Where was his human? He can't have dropped him, he wrapped his wings around the boy to save him from the flames. He was unconscious. Yes, he could have dropped Hiccup whilst he was unconscious. He got, this time slowly, and began to sniff around, searching for a scent. He circled around the area thrice, becoming more agitated with every repeat, and found nothing! Nothing! The only scent of his human he can detect was from his saddle and that was choked out by the smell of charred leather and smoke.

He then began combing the ground for any footprints but the only disturbed ground that he could find was caused by his own feet; all the while Toothless remained oblivious to the giant, who was confused at the dragon's actions. Not giving up, Toothless fired six purple flares. The flares burst on the trees, leaving a slight area of partially scorched tree bark. The boom echoed amongst the trees, the sound returning to the dragon and providing him a mental picture. He did not notice that his sixth shot nearly missed the giant, who had managed to duck just in time to avoid the harmless jet of light. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He fired again and again and again until he ran out of shots. Every single shot brought him no news of his human's location.

Toothless began pacing around the spot, full of anxiety and panic. What happened to his human? Where is he? What if he is hurt? He needed to get to him. But he had no slight idea where Hiccup was; every method of tracking yielding absolutely no results. Dejected and empty of hope and energy, Toothless collapsed; he had exhausted his energy, he had exhausted his number of shots... he had exhausted his heart from worry. He had failed Hiccup. Tiredness crept up on his eyes and was poised to fall into the empty void of sleep.

SNAP!

Toothless' senses snapped him out of his sleep-deprived demeanour as his ears directed his head towards the source of the sound. The giant had accidentally snapped a slightly charred branch. Toothless had clean forgotten about the giant's presence; his alarm and horror of losing Hiccup had thoroughly eclipsed it.

The giant again attempted to approach him. Despite his muscles screaming in agony and fatigue, Toothless resumed a defensive stance; revealing his razor, white teeth, he gave a low snarl, telling the giant to back off. Toothless didn't like the pink, flowery umbrella that was now in the giant's hand; from the way the giant was holding it, Toothless suspected it was a weapon (though he wasn't sure on how it worked). The giant quickly got the message and ceased his approach. They stood like this for a few moments, a few feet separating the black eyes from the green ones. Then, the giant broke away his gaze first. He began muttering to himself (with his grip on the umbrella tightening) and shaking his head, with his forehead creased in concentration, as if he was solving a difficult puzzle.

After a few moments of this, Toothless decided that this man was no threat, as he had plenty of time to incapacitate him in anyway. Abandoning his stance, the dragon flopped onto the ground, his heart aching for rest, and was prepared to let sleep overtake him again when the giant spoke.

"Ar' yer looking for the boy?"

At the sound of the word 'boy', Toothless' eyes opened (the pupils within them dilating) and his ears perked up, to make sure that he was hearing the giant properly. "Ar' yer looking for the boy?" repeated the giant. Toothless' head rose up and swivelled towards the giant. The dragon's emerald eyes observed the giant's black ones and saw that those eyes were filled with earth, kindness and compassion. He knew then that this giant did not hurt his human and that he genuinely wanted to help Toothless. With that, the dragon nodded his head. The giant's face became filled with delight as he eagerly said, "Do yer want me ta bring ya ta him?" Toothless jumped to his feet speedily as a show of his answer.

"All 'ight then, let's go!" said Hagrid rather breathlessly. Toothless made to follow the giant.

Then he stumbled, a gasp escaping his mouth.

What was going on? Why was he so tired? Toothless felt his strength and energy fading and weakening. His brain was clouded (he did not register the giant's shout of worry and shock) and his muscles drowned in exhaustion but he needed to get to his human. He needed to get to Hiccup. He struggled to crawl his way to Hagrid (one paw in front of the other at a time), sapping his remaining energy even further in the process. He moaned from exhaustion and pain. How was he going to get to Hiccup now? Just then, Toothless was given the answer.

He was suddenly hoisted up by two arms the thickness of a tree trunk with his back laid against two arms the size of large cartwheels. Toothless struggled to get out of the giant's grip, which caused Hagrid to say, "Stop squirming, ye'll tire yerself out." Hagrid was right, the struggle to get release himself from the giant's arms only drained Toothless. Therefore, the dragon allowed the giant to carry him, though an irritated and grumpy expression was etched onto Toothless' face. "Now, now," cooed Hagrid, "jus' rest." Toothless tried to growl at him, but dreariness morphed it into a groan as the dragon relaxed its tense body.

Then, they started to move though the forest. Low-hanging branches snagged and scraped the dragon but he was too fatigued to do nothing more than growl. Soon the space between the trees widened so that the branches slowly began making less contact with the pair. A glimpse of light prompted Toothless to move his head skyward. He saw a scattered array of stars, splashed against the midnight sky. Toothless always looked at the stars before he fell asleep, comforted by the fact that Hiccup also saw the same stars. "We're almost ther'," said the giant.

Just then, they broke through the tree line.

The view that was revealed to the dragon was astonishing: The grass plains stretched out towards the horizon like an ocean, with hills dotting the landscape like waves; a lake was positioned amongst grass, its smooth, undisturbed surface reflecting the heavens and the moon above it like a vast mirror; mountains bordered the horizon like a shadow, enclosing the space before it. However, it was not those features did not capture Toothless' attention.

It was the castle.

It's size was enormous, gigantic, massive, humongous... Toothless had travelled the entirety of the Barbarian Archipelago and never had he seen a building of these proportions. The entirety of the building was composed of stone; "How does the building not collapse?" pondered Toothless. There were lofty towers that stuck out of the rooftops of the castle that almost skimmed the sky's surface. The many windows that were stacked one on top of each other told Toothless that the castle had many floors within. As they got closer, Toothless saw that the entrance of the castle were richly decorated with magnificent stone carvings of dragons, birds and people, weirdly dressed people sporting bellowing robes and pointing thin sticks.

After the pair crossed the threshold, Hagrid gently lowered down the dragon and asked "Can ye' walk by yerself?" Toothless nodded, feeling much better and having more energy, thus we continued on, walking through many corridors and stairs, all featuring plenty of twists and turns. Toothless paid little attention to the path that was provided by Hagrid, nor did he notice that various suits of armour were shivering and clanking at the sight of him, gripping their shields and weapons tightly or else exchanging them; that doors subsequently locked themselves, promptly covered themselves with tapestries, transformed into paintings or melted into the wall when the dragon approached them and that the figures of paintings squealed at glimpsing the dragon, the more nervous figures hurtled out of their portraits instead.

"Oi, Dilys, DILYS!" shouted Hagrid, shoving Toothless out of his train of thought. A nearby painting at the fork of the hallway had a light blue backdrop and featured an elderly witch with silvery ringlets talking to some bald-patched monks. At the sound of Hagrid's voice, all the occupants turned towards him, then they laid their eyes on Toothless and promptly screamed, startling Toothless as well. At once, the monks flew out of the left side of the portrait and the woman (Dilys, or whatever her name was) was just about to exit via the right side when Hagrid's voice boomed, "I 'ave a message for Dumbledore!"

Her hand was just visible when she stopped and slowly she edged back within the frame, visibly shaking. "Okay," began Hagrid, "I need yer ter say ter Dumbledore tha' I fo'nd the thing tha' came out of the fissure an' I'm bringing it ter the 'opital wing, where Dumbledore is. And," (here Hagrid created a serious expression on his face), "tell 'em not ter do 'nything tha' 'ill threaten 'im." Dilys nodded slightly and whisper an "okay," before streaking rapidly through the paintings going right towards the hospital wing.

After that, the pair continued after Dilys towards the same destination. The remainder of the journey involved many twists, turns and stairs. This posed a problem for Toothless, as his lack of energy caused him to pause for a few moments in order to catch him breath. Finally, they arrived at their destination, that was just behind a set of double doors. Hagrid was about to touch the door knob when he hesitated; were the rest of them warned properly and what would be their reaction? thought Hagrid. The giant of a man became flustered and only after he laid eyes on Toothless did he open the door.

Cliffhangers are the worst right. Well, sorry I put one in. I did it in order for you to be invested in my fanfic obviously (muahahaha!)

Now, it is time for the teaser quote that I accidentally showed last week, it is from you-know-who, (no, not that you-know-who) Dumbledore.

"Disarm yourselves."

Well, Dumbledore obviously knows not to mess with Toothless.

Bye!