Timidly, Comet and I flew down to greet them. "Hi." I said, face lowered, looking up shyly at the boy. He smiled, extending a hand.

"I'm Hiccup, and this," he said with a gesture to the Night Fury behind him, "is Toothless."

"Lucaria." I whispered, taking his hand and gently shaking it. He was fairly tall and very handsome, with a mat of brown hair and piercing green eyes. I looked over at Comet, who was ineffectively trying to hide behind me. "This is Comet."

Hiccup walked over to her, extending a hand. Comet's eyes narrowed for a second, slightly startled by his movements, but she relaxed and slowly pressed her nose to his palm in a gesture of friendship. He smiled, running his fingers up her snout and stroking her ears, strikingly similar to the way I did. I was awed by his natural kinship with dragons.

Toothless looked shy as well, glancing back at Cloudjumper, who, as expected, had a smug look on his face. Toothless peeked his head out from behind Hiccup, watching Comet with curious eyes.

Valka turned to me. "Lucaria, Hiccup is..." she paused, glancing over with affection towards the boy who was now playing around with Toothless, "my son."

My jaw dropped, eyes widened, and I let out an audible gasp. Quickly clamping my mouth shut, I stared at her, then back at Hiccup in a mixture of confusion and contemplation. I could see the similarities, but Valka's reaction to Hiccup had been queer, and I hadn't seen nor heard of Hiccup in all my time with her.

"I never knew you had a son, Valka. Why haven't you told me?"

She looked up at me with guilt and sadness in her eyes. "I meant to tell you sooner. I just wasn't sure how to bring it up. How could I tell you my old story of grief after you had just lost your entire family and village? I just didn't believe it to be fair of me."

I smiled at her. "Valka, I'm not upset. I'm grateful you cared enough to help me through my loss. But how come I've never seen him around?"

"That's because..." she paused, formulating her words. "Have you heard of the Isle of Berk?"

"Yes. It's to the northeast of the Isle of Night."

"I was born and raised in Berk. I grew up and married Stoick the Vast, chieftain of the Isle. Hiccup was our son. I had a great family, and a generally happy life. But one night, dragons raided our village. One broke into our house, and I rushed in to protect Hiccup, who was only a babe. But the dragon I met in there was not savage, nor did it wish to harm Hiccup and me. It was a kind and benevolent being, and to my surprise, I saw my own soul reflected in the eyes of the beast." She walked over and laid a hand on the side of Cloudjumper's face. "Cloudjumper must have thought I belonged here, because he stole me away and brought me here." She looked down. "I never had the heart to return to Berk after that. I've been away for twenty years."

"Valka..." I said, unable to fathom the fear and pain she must have experienced, and the sorrow she must have felt every day, knowing she could never return to her son, or her family, living in isolation.

"I'm sorry Lucaria."

"Please don't be sorry. Ever since you took me in, you've filled the gap in my heart where I had lost my family. You..." I hesitated with my next words. How could I say it when she had finally found her true son? How would Hiccup react? And how could I say this when my own family had so recently died? "You've become a mother to me..." I looked down sheepishly, expecting her to retort saying Hiccup was her true son, or to act awkwardly towards me.

But she smiled, took my hands, and stared deep into my eyes. "And you've become the daughter I've always wished I had."

Hiccup stood off to the side, listening quietly and almost sadly. But Valka pulled him over and embraced him. "Now I have both my son, and my daughter." I looked over at them. Hiccup, my brother? It would take some getting used to...

I glanced over at Toothless and Comet, who were already best friends. They were jumping around, chasing each other, and annoying Cloudjumper. Hiccup turned towards me, and smiled. My brother. I grinned. I could get used to it.

One thing Valka had said confused me though. "You said dragons raided your village? Why on earth would they do that?"

Hiccup turned to me, a grim look on his face. "When vikings first landed on the Isle of Berk, we weren't exactly friendly to the surrounding dragons. And the dragons weren't friendly to us. They raided our village countless times, and in turn we defended ourselves and were forced to kill them to protect our own. When I was younger, I wasn't exactly the strongest of all vikings." He gestured to himself. "Nor am I now. But I was envious of the others because they were strong and headstrong and capable of battling dragons. I tried, but everything I did ended in failure." He shifted his gaze to Toothless, who was presently battling a horde of baby dragons. "Then one night, I shot down a Night Fury. Toothless. Nobody believed me. So I ran out to the forest to find the dragon and prove once and for all I could be like all the others. Yet when I finally found him...I couldn't. I tried, but something in his eyes...reminded me of myself. He was just as scared as I was. So I freed him.

"I observed him over the next few weeks, and our friendship gradually grew. When I shot him down...he lost his left tail fin. He was unable to fly on his own. So I built him a new tail, one that I could control by riding on his back. It took some time to grow used to it, but we learned to work together." His expression turned solemn. "Then I was forced to kill a Monstrous Nightmare in the ring. I couldn't do it. I had to show my father that we didn't need to kill dragons. I dishonored him, and as he turned to violence, the Nightmare turned on me. Toothless rushed to my aid, and almost killed my father to protect me. He was captured, and they took him away in search of the Dragons' Nest. Long story short, we learned that the dragons were hostile due to a Queen Dragon, called the Green Death, who was almost as big as the Bewilderbeast. Toothless and I managed to defeat the dragon, but I lost my leg in the process." He held up his peg leg. "After that, vikings and dragons learned to live side by side. It's been that way for the past few years."

I nodded, contemplating, then looked up at him. "I'm glad everything turned out well in the end. I'm surprised this Green Death was ordering the dragons to attack and pilfer, but not all dragons are as benevolent as the Night Furies."

"By the way, Lucaria, where did you find Comet? I was beginning to think Toothless was the only one left..."

I looked over at Valka, who had been silently listening to our conversation. She nodded.

"You see...Night Furies weren't always rare. In most other isles, yes, they were the rarest of all, and it was highly unlikely to ever see one. But from where I come from...the Isle of Night...the only dragons ever found were Night Furies."

"You mean...Toothless and Comet aren't the last ones?" He asked excitedly, taking my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes, sighing and trying to keep back the inevitable tears.

"They are the very last of their kind, Hiccup. They are only remaining survivors of the Night Furies."