Alright so this has taken long enough for me to write. I will try my hardest, I mean like my absolute best, to finish this story before school starts. Ah who am I kidding, I'll never finish it. I will try though. I am thinking like maybe three more chapters at the max because right now I'm leading it to nowhere. I might do a sequel to it though so keep a look out because on the final chapter of this story I will write in one of these author notes whether I will be writing a sequel or not. It also depends in if you want a sequel or not. You let me know if you want a sequel after this story is finished and I will totally work on one. Onto what you really care about.

Hiccup struggled to breathe and began sucking in water until everything grew dimmer and he felt himself changing back. Hiccup took one last glance upwards, thinking that this was it. He noticed movement around him and then the rest of his air shot out of his lungs in a scream as he was dragged away by a pod of sea dwelling dragons.

Toothless remained hovering in the air with the final group when a dragon that Toothless had never seen before came up and gestured for him to grab the others and follow him. Toothless thought it odd, but did as the dragon wanted and soon every remaining dragon was flying to Odin knows where.

Stoick remained, well, stoic. You know except for a few outbursts and tears.

"Alright now, who shot my son," Stoick shouted at the cowering vikings. No one wanted to admit it, but one of their own sauntered out in front of everyone and waved his crossbow around. He had a smug grin on his face.

"That would be me sir. I shot your oh so beloved son that you banished and tried to forget about. You told us he was joking and no threat to us. You certainly lied because have you seen the ground. Our blood, dragon's blood, bodies of both littered around and where did it get us." There were a few outraged cries from the crowds, but other than that there was no sound other than the crashing waves.

"And who might you be?"

"I am Dragomir and I am just putting out there, again, that it was, I, who shot your "son". It was his own fault and he really should have seen it coming." There was a few murmurs until Stoick stocked over to the lad and ordered he be thrown in one of the old dragon fighting cages.

"Stoick, are you alright," Gobber asked his friend. Stoick shouted in frustration and anger. He had finally gotten his son back for the second time.

"No Gobber, I'm not alright. My son changed into a Night Fury and was shot into the ocean by one of our own. I want him banished."

"Hiccup?"

"For Valhalla's sake Gobber, that Dragomir fellow, I want him banished. He has committed an act of treason and manslaughter."

"You got it sir." Gobber grabbed a small group of vikings and they all grabbed the offending person and threw him in a ship. They gave him enough food and supplies to last for a week.

"You will see me again," he cried from the sailing ship.

"Doubtfully," Gobber shouted back. Once the ship was out of sight, Gobber walked over to Stoick and patted him on his shoulder.

"Those dragons of his will make sure he's fine."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"What," Gobber questioned.

"If Hiccup's okay, if he's still alive and will stay that way, then I'm afraid. He knows it was one of us who shot him and I'm certain that some dragons saw it. He was their leader by the looks of it. He'll be pissed and threaten us with war. We need to be ready, and if it comes to it, take him out."

"You want me to be able to-"

"Yes, I want you to be able to if it comes to it." Gobber stared into the dull and cloudless sky, afraid of what lies ahead.

Five months later

Bewilderbeast's cavern

Hiccup bowed before the large Bewilderbeast in gratitude. His dragons had brought him back to his icy cavern and fixed his wing. A bright green PoisonDarter had led Toothless and the others back with him. They had been grateful for the shelter provided by the large King. Hiccup had been healed within a month, but the King saw something special in him, not just that he could understand every dragon, could morph into any and had knowledge about every dragon species to ever walk Midgard, no, the King saw something in him unlike any living creature. He had been told that this boy would become one of the most feared leaders in all of the Archipelago. Even he would fear the power the child wields.

"Thank you for providing shelter for my friends and I for these months. I am ever in your debt."

"No need you human child. Just protect my people as you would oneself. You have made a fine leader," the great Bewilderbeast huffed out and the icy air hit Hiccup and created a like dusting of snow in his hair and on his face and chest. He shook out his hair and stood up, tilting his head in respect for the great creature before using the universally known dragon call to announce his departure. In response he got many yelps, squawks, roars, growls and howls. Toothless screeched his Night Fury call and lept over to Hiccup who patted him on the head.

"TONIGHT," Hiccup called to every dragon in his party. "TONIGHT WE TRAVEL HOME!" With that he hopped on Toothless' back and they shot into the bright afternoon sky. The sky seemed to be painted as the dragons flew towards their home. A few were lagging behind so Hiccup allowed Toothless to fly on his own and told him to lead them back to Dragon Island while he helped the stragglers. Hiccup changed into a fair sized Bewilderbeast and sank into the ocean. The Bewilderbeast has no wings and is a sea-dwelling dragon. He swam beneath the tiring dragons who were either too old, too young or just too weak to fly the far distance on their own. He roared and a few dropped down onto his large back as he swam along, allowing them some ground to rest on for the mean time.

"Thank you Hiccup," called an older Smothering Smokesbreath. She had been struggling to stay up and kept dipping down. Now she was resting on the back of the large sea-dweller.

"No problem Ira," Hiccup replied and continued the journey forward. It was going to be a long journey.

Berk

The village had prepared for the possible war that could be waged. It had been five months since Hiccup had been shot off the cliff. There had been no word of Dragomir and they hadn't gone looking. Stoick had grey streaks in his beard and hair. His eyes had dulled, but a certain fire had not gone away. He has crinkles in the corners of his eyes and a few wrinkles on his face. The village had been quiet and not a single dragon had been heard or seen, until that day.

Today it's a day and five months since Hiccup had been shot and vanished as well as the remaining dragons. The village had gotten rid of the fallen dragon's bodys and had held a mass funeral for their fallen friends and family all that time ago, but the memory was still fresh in their minds. The screams of vikings as they were stabbed or slashed, the smell of burning flesh and hair, the shrieks of dragon's as they fell, the taste of blood and dirt, the clouds of dust kicked up in the scuffle, everything was fresh as if it was only days before.

Stoick still believed that his son survived the fall. He believed that somewhere, someone, or something, had cared for him as he healed. Neither he nor Gobber lost their faith, but then again, Gobber never does, he always believes that one would always return, dead or alive. That day though, their faith was shrinking. They had waited on the docks in case Hiccup sailed back, they had at the end of every month. It was the first day of the sixth month and there was no word of him.

Stoick had almost given up when a resounding boom was heard throughout the village. Everyone froze and dropped what they were doing. They had never heard anything like it. It was louder than any Thunderdrum's cry and more powerful to be heard over a seemingly long distance. They had come out of their homes and Stoick had rushed to the town square where a fairly large dragon was unfurling it's wings. The dust kicked up, settling around as it's striking violet eyes scanned the crowd. Pupils narrow slits dark against the bright magenta like color that had streaks of darker purple seemingly swirling through the iris. Stoick made his way to the forge to grab an axe. Their armory all but destroyed in the fight those many months before. The dragon had two long silver wings and it's head housed two curling horns that ended in a sharpness resembling a dagger. The edges jagged and looked like they could rip easily through sinew and muscle. Many long hooked teeth protruded from it's long snout. It had three talons on both wings that it used as front feet and two dark purple hind legs that matched it's dark purple/ black body. The talons curled into points that looked like needles.

The dragon huffed and smoke curled from it's nostrils. It still gazed around the crowd with it's cold eyes and slowly rose on it's hind legs. It spread it's wings all the way out, tilted it's head back and roared. It so loud and resounded so much that the vikings were forced to cover their ears and some collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Stoick remained on his feet but his eyes were tightly shut at the pain and echoing sensation that the bellow caused. It seemed to bounce around inside of his skull before dissipating. The dragon was quick for it's size. It was almost on top of Stoick in the time it took for him to open his eyes.

It breathed heavily, smoke puffing in Stoick's face as he forced himself to stare into the unfriendly violet eyes. Stoick gasped as the dragon lunged at him. He managed to roll out of the way, but it screeched and gave chase. Stoick weaved and dodged, but the dragon was persistent. It knocked away the thrown axes with ease and swords snapped in contact with it's hide. This dragon would not be stopped.

Stoick had reached his limit when he was backed onto the cliff's edge, the same edge that Hiccup fell over. Stoick swallowed a lump in his throat as he held his ground, slashing and howling at the dragon, trying to frighten or at least rattle it. It did no such thing. Stoick's right foot slipped off the edge, but he stayed upright only sending a few rocks tumbling into the crashing waves. A mob of Berkians had give chase but Stoick, given a small window of time between attacks, motioned for them to help the injured, which there were a few because the dragon had not only probably deafened a few who were at close range, but also smacked a few with it's tail. Speaking of it's tail, it was the same silver as the wings but the tip looked like a scorpions, that part was white and the very tip was a very bright acid green. It even curled up in the air like a scorpions. This point had darted at Stoick a few times and had hit one of the younger viking females who had collapsed screaming and crying in pain on the ground. Stoick had run out of the village when he heard the screaming stop.

The edge of the cliff was near and the dragon's evil eyes danced as it got ready to fire. It could shoot fire as well, making an already deadly dragon, twice as so. Stoick shielded himself for the burning pain and the falling sensation that usually came if you fell off a cliff, but none came. There was a scream from a dragon and no more. Stoick looked back and saw a cloud of dust. Tails and wings would be seen through the cloud as one dragon flipped the other. Stoick watched in awe as the dust settled to show two circling dragons. They looked almost identical. The only difference was one had striking green eyes and instead of a dark purple, it had a dark blood red color. They circled each other growling and barking like two dogs until the dark purple one opened it's mouth and the green one took it's chance and shot a bolt of steel melting fire into its mouth. The purple dragon's eyes widened as flames streamed from its mouth.

The red dragon seemed to smile in watching the other dragon's pain as it collapsed to the ground. Smoke black as night billowed from the unmoving dragon's open mouth, it's bright violet eyes, dull and lifeless. The red dragon stayed in a battle stance though. He was right to. The purple dragon twitched before taking a large breath in and out, releasing a huge plume of the dark soot. It coughed and stood up, fire returning to it's eyes. There was a fury not there before. Stoick watched silently as the two circled once more.

"Listen, don't so this. You don't have to, I killed you once and I will do so until you have run out of lives," growled the red one, only Stoick didn't understand, only the other dragon did.

"You don't understand! YOU DON'T," screamed the purpled dragon, stabbing it's jagged tail into the red ones underbelly. It staggered back when the dragon pulled out the point and then collapsed. It growled and screeched in pain and it's eyes lit up with a fire Stoick had never seen before. It held an almost mothering instinct to it. Maybe they are brothers, thought Stoick. The red one regained its footing and the purple one looked somewhat shocked. It took a step back as the red one advanced, eyes narrow and with looks that could kill, it's forest green eyes shining bright with a protective anger and rage.

"You should have listened to me."

"But you, I stab-, the poison!"

"Yeah, well it seems that I'm immune. Shall we see if you are as well," the green-eyed dragon growled and jabbed his stinger into his opponent. The purple dragon writhed and screamed in agonizing pain.

"You weren't even supposed to be here. I shot you, you fell, you died. I watched with my own eyes."

"Well, if you knew me, you would know that it takes more than a torn wing and a fall to kill me, Dragomir," cried the red dragon and he bit down hard on the neck of the purple one whose eyes went wide. The red one dropped the violet-eyed ones neck and the red one spoke again. "No one who holds the power of the Gods should abuse it or they will suffer. There should only ever be, and only ever has been one. It was fate Dragomir, not luck." With that the purple dragons body went slack and it's eyes dulled for the final time, it's injuries being too significant for another life to take hold of it. What happened next shocked both Stoick and the remaining dragon. Claw like shadows rose from the ground and took ahold of the body, dragging it into the shadows with them leaving behind a single dark purple scale, that, in the light, shone like the dragon's eyes.

The red dragon picked up the scale and then tread softly to Stoick. He smiled at the dragon and held his hand out. The dragon purred, closed it's eyes and placed it's muzzle against the Chief's hand.

"Thank you."

The dragon backed up and Stoick watched in amazement. A cloud, not of dust, but of dark storm clouds swirled around the dragon and it began to glow. Cracks seemed to form as the scales shifted away, letting light bleed through. The dragon's wings went straight out and it's neck stretched up and head looking straight into the sky. The dragon was no longer a blood red, but was now pure white that shone so brightly that Stoick had to shield his eyes. The dragon, now a Titan wing Scorpiobang, the name of the dragon, dropped back on the ground and walked over to Stoick. It's eyes glowed white, there were no iris' or pupils, just a white light. Stoick almost cowered in the sight of the angelic sight. It stalked over to him and sat regally. It locked eyes with him and spoke in a deep tone.

"I was given the ability to change into any dragon and have knowledge of every species to ever live. I had grown up with a dragon family after being snatched from my human family at a young age. At ten, I was reunited with that family, minus a member. There I lived and trained like one of you, but I was never one of you. A dragon trapped in a human body as I was told. This, this is who I am, this is my true form as it has finally been released. The other ScorpioBang was one of you, Dragomir. He vowed to return here and he kept true. He was like me, given this power and knowledge in hopes that he would teach the world that we are not meant to be feared and fought, but to be loved and thought of as allies. He never agreed to it and turned away from the path set for us. I never knew of the path until he shot me over and I was brought to the King's nest. There I learned of the history and the destiny set for me and my kind. I was to be the last, the only one, Dragomir was never supposed to be alive. He knows what we are capable of and needed to get rid of me, that's why he shot me. Stoick, Chief of Berk, father to the heir, do you accept that dragon's are protecting themselves, they are really allies? All you need to do is show trust."

Stoick listened with intent to every word the beautiful dragon had said. Stoick knew who this dragon was and had tears in his eyes as he nodded.

"Yes, I will learn and train my people to work alongside dragons." The dragon bowed his head and Stoick dipped his head as well. A ray of light, almost as pure as the dragon's scales, shot down and seemed to swallow the dragon.

"My work is done. I can go. My pain put to the past. Tell the village that they will find a Night Fury with half a tail leading a group of dragons, they should be heading here. Tell them to not bother them. They only mean to be friends and nothing else other than partners and allies. I say goodbye."

"Wait, what do you mean, when will I see you again?"

"Hopefully not for many years, I was at the end of my years even if I was still young, there's many factors to put in. I have been recalled to Valhalla. I will see you and my best friend in your own respected times. I must go to greet my mother. Goodbye Stoick." The light got so bright that it burned Stoick's retinas and he had to turn away. When he looked back, the dragon was gone and there was nothing to show that anything had ever happened except for a single pure gold scale.

"Goodbye, son."

THERE I FINISHED! So maybe not, but I can do an epilogue if you want. I know this chapter is short and it sucks, but I mean it's been months and I literally had to go to my own story and reread it to know what happened because I FRICKIN' FORGOT! Well, I really want to thank everyone for being so amazing and such for sticking with this story even though it's been since July I believe? I don't know, but I do know that you have all been so amazing and supportive. Thank you all and don't forget to review. Let me know if you want an epilogue of not because I have an idea for one brewing… See you guys!