"Do you see that bud?" Hiccup asked, pointing forward with narrowed eyes. Toothless roared eyes wide. He took an unexpected turn, flying in the opposite direction. Hiccup gripped the saddle tightly, letting out a yelp as they turned to fly a little away from the glowing light. It was in the middle of the night, stars shining above them and the moon glowing beautifully. Hiccup leaned forward in the saddle, his eyes narrowing even more. That was when he spotted it. He knew he would be reaching Berk any time soon, and once his eyes caught the sight of his Island, he gasped.

Berk was burned down in ashes and by the docks settled a too familiar armada.

Alvin.

That was all Hiccup could think of when he saw the outcast's crest.

Alvin had invaded his home, no; he had burned his home to ashes. And for all he knew, he could have burned down the Berkians too. Hiccup's blood boiled in anger. His home. His people. His friends. His family. All burned to ashes. The only thing left standing was the academy and the great hall, but the signs and symbols were no longer the calm looking ones. Now they were either torn to pieces or replaced with the red crest of the outcasts and grey fabric in the back ground.

Torches were lit everywhere, making it look as if it was a special day where everyone would light up a lantern for either a person or the gods above to show respect and gratefulness. But one could see by the torches it wasn't a normal occasion. Instead, the torches were lit in the hands of outcasts roaming the streets to guard each and every possible escape for anyone. It was practically impossible to get through the streets without being spotted by the new security.

Hiccup patted Toothless' head towards the mountains where they were three years back when he ran away from his father only the day before he had to leave for his training. They decided not to do any short cuts because it would only increase the chance of being seen or shot down. Toothless landed unseen in the opening of the cave, a perfect location to look over Berk, and let his rider dismount him. Hiccup patted his head, taking off the baskets and laying them behind a wall. He opened one of the baskets and pulled out his newly made spyglass, since he found out he forgot to bring one and made a new, and laid down on the ground to observe the village. Toothless warbled, making a questioning sound.

"We have to make a plan," Hiccup said, resting his upper body on his elbows and held the spyglass to his left eye and the other closed. "I can barely see the academy from here, but it looks like there's someone- wait a minute," Hiccup narrowed his eyes, moving a little over the edge to look. He gasped.

"There are people in the dragon pens," Toothless looked towards the academy and back to Hiccup worried. "I know bud. We have to get them out of there," Hiccup looked over at his dragon with a determinate expression. He was willing to do anything to get the Berkians out of the hands of the enemy. Anything.

"There doesn't seem to be any dragons around. Do you sense some?" Toothless looked out over Berk, sniffing the air, but shook his head sadly afterwards. "I guess it's just you and me bud," Hiccup stood up, walking over to the baskets and pulled out his notebook. Toothless followed closely, lying down behind his rider to see what he planned on doing next. "Okay, here's what we're going to do."

"Care to tell us where we can find your precious dragon boy now?" Alvin spat, holding the knife threateningly against Stoick's throat.

"Never…in a lifetime," Stoick breathed out, wincing as the knife pierced his jawline. After the outcasts took over the island, he and the other dragon riders were taken to the great hall under interrogation.

Two times a week, they would be fed with food to keep themselves with enough energy to hang on through the whole interrogation each and every day. Three times if they were lucky. But this far, they hadn't been fed in a week. Their energy was weak, but they wouldn't give themselves in. For so long, they had been tortured and starved, anything the outcasts could really think of, but they stayed loyal to their hero and waited patiently on that day he would return to reclaim their land.

No one knew exactly for how long they had been locked away in the cages or been slaves for the treacherous chief. All they know was that it had been a few years, but how many was still a little mystery for them.

Stoick feared for the day his son would come back, unlike the other Berkians who kept their hopes up until that day. He feared what Alvin may do to him once he came back. He feared that if they pulled through, he would ignore him like he ignored his son almost his whole life.

Luckily, Gobber wasn't with them. Alvin and his men had no idea what connection he had with Hiccup and therefore left him with the other villagers by the academy. He was taking care of the women and children along with some men, to make sure they would get enough food and water.

"Take these teenagers down to the ring. I'm going to have a word with the chief," Alvin ordered his men, not once leaving eye contact with Stoick. The guards obeyed, tying the teen's necks and hands together in a long one-pieced chain.

"Get moving!" A guard shoved Fishlegs, making him stumble a little forward, but he eventually managed to remain balanced. The great hall doors were opened, revealing the long stairs that lead towards the ashes of houses and small weapons and belongings buried underneath it.

The teens sighed, walking with their heads low. They knew if one of them tripped, all of them would, and if that were to happen they would get a punishment. But something had given them hope. Not only that Hiccup would be able to save them all and get rid of the outcasts. No. They had gotten their hopes up whenever Alvin shouted or commanded his men around. They weren't the loyal, unafraid guards like the Berkians would be towards their chief. They were afraid. Afraid every time they did a mistake, was shouted at and ordered around like a blind yak being guided around by someone else. That could be used as an advantage. As a sign of freedom. All they had to do was find out how and when they would figure a way out.