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Hiccup

As they flew, Hiccup intently studied the map, comparing the shoreline to actual beaches he'd visited or seen. They flew on, Hiccup shouting directions every once in a while, telling them he thought he recognized a certain island or bay from the map. The dragons' wing beats remained steady throughout the day, but the huge continent never showed itself.

As twilight began to fall, Astrid called out, "We should start heading home, Hiccup. We've been at this all day."

"Okay," Hiccup sighed sadly. They turned their dragons around, and began the long trip home. Hiccup still paid close to the landforms around them, desperately hoping they had missed something. Suddenly, to his right, Hiccup noticed a looming mountain. Hiccup glanced down at his map. The mountain looked the same. "Hey, guys did we fly this way earlier?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so," Fishlegs replied. "I think this way home would just be shorter."

"Look!" Hiccup said, excitedly, pointing at the mountain, "it matches the map!"

Fishlegs pulled Meatlug up close to Toothless and glanced at the map Hiccup was holding. "Yeah, it does!" he agreed. "Come on, Astrid, we have to go check it out!"

"Fine," Astrid sighed. They began flying toward the mountain. The closer they got, the bigger the mountain seemed.

"Wow, this mountain is huge," breathed Hiccup.

"No kidding," agreed Fishlegs.

"Guys, we should go around this mountain," Astrid said, "Going directly over it would be exhausting for the dragons."

"Astrid's right," Hiccup replied, "Around the mountain we go."

Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs turned their dragons to go slightly south of the mountain.

"I thought you said this kingdom is huge," Astrid said, looking around, "I don't see a huge castle or anything."

"Just wait until we get around this mountain," Hiccup replied, "then you'll see it." But once they got around the mountain, the trio was met with a devastating sight.

"What happened?" asked Fishlegs. There was indeed a huge castle, but on the map the pillars around it were blue. The pillars were now red. Worse, the castle was surrounded by a purple and black mist, and most of its walls and turrets looked as if no one had been inside the building in years. The towers were crumbling and the majority of the walls had ivy growing up them, and surrounding the castle were some sort of weird robots. It looked as if they were on patrol, but they were spaced haphazardly, and while some areas of the castle had four or five robots patrolling, some areas were completely undefended.

"Maybe we could ask the robots?" Hiccup said, perplexed.

"What? No!" Astrid cried, "who knows what those robots are. Besides, it's obvious this place went through some kind of war, and lost pretty badly. We don't know whose side those robots are on!"

"Good point," Hiccup replied, thinking hard.

"Maybe we should just ask those villagers," Fishlegs suggested, pointing directly beneath them. They were flying directly above a small town.

"Great idea, Fishlegs," Hiccup said.

"Yeah, but let's land a little ways away from here," Astrid said, "we don't want to just swoop in on dragons."

"Agreed," Hiccup concurred, "that'd be really suspicious."

They landed a little ways away from the village. "Stay here, bud," Hiccup said to Toothless, as he dismounted.

"We'll be right back, girl," Fishlegs said, rubbing Meatlug's neck.

"Don't worry Stormfly," Astrid said, hugging her dragon.

They began walking down the road to the village as their dragons turned and walked the other way, looking for a good place to hide. The village was built on a hill, with several levels of buildings making up the town. One main road wound back and forth, doubling back on itself as it climbed up the different levels of houses. All the houses were constructed from what looked like adobe, and the roofs were all red. Almost every house a small garden out in front, where many different crops were growing. People were wandering the streets, and as Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs walked into the town, no one even seemed to care. "Excuse me, sir," Hiccup said to a middle aged man with hazel brown eyes and black hair walking by, "where are we?"

"Ah, a traveler," the man replied, with a strange exotic accent, "You are in Hateno village. Just south of Mount Lanayru."

"Thank you," Hiccup said. He glanced sideways at the man as he walked past him, just to get a better idea of what the local people looked like. Hiccup's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the man's ears. Instead of being rounded, the tips were pointed. But Hiccup didn't have long to marvel at the man's ears. Suddenly, an enormous black horse with a bright orange mane ran down the main road of town. It reared and neighed as townspeople cautiously approached the animal. On the horse's back lay a limp body. A blond haired boy with a blue shirt and the same pointed ears lay unconscious on the horse's back.

A man was able to get close enough and calm the startled horse, and he pulled the young boy out of the saddle. "He's hurt!" he cried. "Someone get Purah!"

"Purah is ill!" another person shouted. All the citizens began to mumble to themselves as they crowded around the horse.

"We can take care of him!" Hiccup yelled over all the noise. Everything went silent as every person in the town turned to look at the three strange travelers.

"Hiccup, what are you talking about?" Astrid hissed.

The man holding the young boy announced, "The boy lives in this village. I'll take you to his house."

"Thank you," Hiccup replied, an began following the man. The man led up a pair of stairs off to the right of the village, and across a bridge. The house was two stories, and moderately sized. It looked a little big for someone living alone, and it was rather secluded from the rest of the village. The man opened the door, and Hiccup was surprised to see weapons displayed on the walls. There were swords, shields, and bows. Some of the weapons were rather large for the size of the boy. The man went up a flight of stairs, and laid the boy in the bed. "Take good care of him," the man said, staring at the boy, concerned.

"Do you know him?" asked Fishlegs.

"Yes," the man replied, "He is almost always traveling to who knows where, but he's a nice, young boy." The man left, closing the door behind him. Hiccup could hear him commanding the crowd near the door to leave and let the boy rest in quiet. Hiccup was finally allowed to truly analyze his patient. The boy's shirt was stained red from its previous blue color, and the boy had several small bruises. His only real injury was the huge cut in his side.

"Okay, Astrid," Hiccup said, rolling up his sleeves. "I need you to take off his shirt."

"No way," Astrid replied, "You do it. We're not even supposed to be here right now."

"And if we went home this boy would die," Hiccup said, gently removing the boy's sword sheath, shield, and bow and quiver from his back. "Just take off his shirt. I'm going to put his weapons over near the door."

"Fine," growled Astrid. Despite her griping, Hiccup watched her carefully remove the boy's shirt, making sure not to touch the red stain on it, for fear of aggravating the wound.

Hiccup inspected the injury. It appeared as though the boy had been stabbed by a sword. The cut was very deep, and continued to bleed. "Fishlegs, go outside and get some leaves or something to stop the bleeding," Hiccup commanded. Fishlegs nodded, and headed outside. Hiccup held his hands over the wound until Fishlegs returned, and then began carefully placing the leaves over the cut. "It's getting dark out. But, tonight, one of us needs to be awake at all times," Hiccup began as he carefully pressed the leaves against the bleeding gash, "in case he wakes up or the bleeding gets worse or something. We'll take turns staying awake."

"I'll take first watch," Astrid volunteered.

"Great, thanks, Astrid," Hiccup replied. "Let's get some sleep, Fishlegs. Wake me up in three hours, Astrid."

Astrid nodded, and turned her attention to the unconscious boy on the bed as Fishlegs and Hiccup lay down on the rug on the floor to sleep.