Dagur smirked as he saw the one-legged figure of Hiccup walking towards him on the beach. She had failed; he'd always figured she'd fail. But she would still be Hiccup's undoing. He knew this much.

"Well if it isn't Hiccup. I'm a little disappointed to see you here I must confess but never mind."

"This is a new low even for you Dagur, to send your own daughter to kill me."

"You found out then? Did she cave and tell you? I always knew she was weak."

"She told me, but she isn't weak. She's currently waiting to be exiled." Hiccup informed him, waiting to see if he would try and get her released.

"Really? That's a bit cruel for you isn't it Hiccup? To exile a thirteen year old girl? Who knew you had it in you, I almost feel proud." Dagur replied with a twisted and evil smile plastered across his face.

"That's it? It doesn't bother you that she's going to be exiled? Your daughter?"

"Nope not at all. Does that appal you Hiccup?"

"Yes actually. You sent your daughter, your thirteen year old daughter to kill me and now she's going to be exiled and you're just happy to accept that? That is sick."

"Oh did I forget to mention, she isn't really my daughter? My wife found her."

"She told me that. But it's still sick Dagur, even for you. She's a child."

"Let her go free then, send her back." Dagur was grinning more. Hiccup stared at him. It was a ploy, a test.

"No. I know what you did to her, I saw the scars. I won't send her back to that."

"So you'd send her to her death? You know she'll die out there."

"She might survive. She's stronger than you think she is."

"Not without her precious dragon she won't. She'd go nowhere without him. And she knows that since she failed, he pays for it." Dagur grinned evilly again and Hiccup saw a wing and tail of a dragon and then he heard it, the terrible screeching cry, it was heart wrenching and distressing. Then, Hiccup realised why all the dragons had been so distressed last night...

"Sparky..." He breathed as he looked at the chained Skrill, whip marks down it's back and sorrow it's red-yellow eyes.

Camicazi's head snapped forwards. She knew that cry. She knew that call. Her heart split inside her chest as she listened helplessly to Sparky's desperate calls to her. She had promised she'd always come to him when he cried, and yet she wasn't there. She had let him down. She'd never be there again.

He kept screeching and crying. She hated the sound. It broke her heart. As she tried to ignore the cries she recognised something he was saying. "Hiccup." She gasped. He was down there which meant... "No!" She flung herself against the bars of her cell and let out a loud cry. Within a few seconds a Nadder flew in to the cells. She slammed her fist on the walls and then gestured from her mouth to the bars. The Nadder understood her instantly and blasted the bars with fire; they melted instantly, no match for the hottest fire in the dragon world. Charging out she thanked the dragon and gave the sign to fly away before running as fast as her legs would carry her to the blacksmith's forge and grabbing the first sword she could find. She had made her decision. She turned and ran with the swift speed of a Night Fury towards the one thing she loved most.

"Let's end this now Dagur, like Vikings." Hiccup said drawing his sword.

"Gladly" Dagur grinned maliciously drawing his own sword and bringing it down towards Hiccup with such force that Hiccup's sword was knocked from his hands. He had no dragon to light his flame sword, he dodged Dagur's next blow but Dagur was a swift fighter and Hiccup stumbled and turned around just fast enough to see Dagur grin as he bought the sword down hard over Hiccup's head...

"NO!" A voice yelled and as Hiccup heard metal hit metal his world went dark.