Hey guys! And girls;) A little Christmas present from me to you- the next chapter in 'Why? Dragon riders':) Oh and if you're wondering before you start reading Niflheim is the Viking hell- just in case you didn't know as I mention it a few times in here;)

Why is Fishlegs afraid of heights?

Fishlegs barely heard his mother's loud yet soft voice roaring up the stairs. He was too engrossed in the grammar book that lay on his lap. His eyes were glued to every word:

A noun is a word used to name things.

Common nouns are the names given to general things.

"So…" He started to himself. "A chair would be a common noun." His eyes flittered back to the book and sure enough in the list of examples of a noun a chair was written in neat handwriting under the letter 'C'. Fishlegs grinned to himself.

"FISHY? DARLING TEA'S READY!" Fishlegs' skin almost leaped out his body as his mother's voice, yet again, thundered up the stairs.

"Coming mum!" He answered. He would get back to the book later.

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"BOO!"

"Ahh! Will you stop that Tuff! It's called being quiet!"

"Since when have we EVER been quiet?"

Ruff sighed in aspiration. Leave it to her brother to ruin the plan. "Can you see him Snotlout?! How long does it take to glance through a window?" She muttered the last part to herself however, unthankfully; Snotlout heard her.

"Erm… Maybe if your stupid brother stopped moving around I could look through the window a lot EASIER!" Tuff turned and smiled at Ruff sheepishly but she wasn't easily fooled by his 'forgiving' manner.

"Well can you see him?" She spat at Snotlout ignoring her brother with a passion.

"Er… Nope he's not in the room. Maybe he's downstairs."

"Well no. Of course if he's not upstairs he might be downstairs." Ruff drawled sarcastically.

"Hey! This was my plan I'm just letting you guys tag along for something to do."

"Actually no. Most of it was my idea if you remember correctly I'm just letting both of you 'tag along,'" Ruff retorted.

Snotlout just rolled his eyes. "Come on then let's go and get this thing ready." The three of them started to, very er… un- professionally, work their way up the side of Fishlegs house and tumbled in through his open window.

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"So like the bowl would be a common noun to. I'm not too sure what other types of noun there are- I'll have to read it up. There's everything in that book! Thank you mommy- it's the best birthday present ever!"

"Well you know how important it is to learn honey don't you?" Fishlegs nodded very enthusiastically in response to his mother's wise words. He felt so proud to know that he knew more than most the children on Berk.

Suddenly there was a tremendous crash coming from upstairs and a few shushed whispers. Fishlegs frowned and looked over at his mother who seemed to have noticed nothing. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Yes that would be it- his ears were just picking up the things his brain was imagining.

Fishlegs trotted up the stairs fifteen minutes later to continue reading the excitement of his 'book of grammar'.

He settled down on his cosy bed and opened the book.

Proper nouns are the names given to people places and official titles. Proper nouns always start with a capital letter.

Fishlegs gasped. "So Berk's a proper noun! I bet no one else knows about that!" He exclaimed. Sitting there, book in lap, he'd never felt smarter. Well, until they came out…

Before Fishlegs could yell or even make the slightest of sound, as his light flittered out and he was plunged into darkness, a gag thrust its way around Fishlegs' mouth; concealing any sound he feebly tried to make. He thought he heard a giggle but could see nothing in the dark room- he trembled with fear.

"Walk forward great god or I shall damn you to Niflheim." Fishlegs would have gasped had he not had the suffocating cloth bound around his mouth. Niflheim: He shook in terror. "Forward great sun." Fishlegs took a few tentative steps forward. He didn't recognise the voice at all. It was deep and strange sounding; kind of muffled- almost as if the person (or thing) had a cloth over their mouth themselves. Who… no what is it? Fishlegs gulped. What on earth does it want from him? He hadn't stolen anything or done anything bad. They couldn't damn him to Niflheim, could they?

A large hand or at least what felt like a hand shoved him forward and he nearly went flying out the window. Oh how he begged that the moon would stop playing hide and seek and come out so Fishlegs could see.

All Fishlegs could feel were his feet grazing unfamiliar ground and something tugging him in its wake. What was happening? I wish I was at home, Fishlegs sniffed and though he heard another stifled giggle. Was that a monster's voice? Was it coming to take him somewhere and kill him? A big fat tear rolled down his face; his mommy curling around his thoughts. Fishlegs was tired and confused.

The 'monster' led him along a path for what felt like hours. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness but as soon as he could see shadows of monsters arms lurking out the darkness a sack was yanked over his head with such force he choked up a few more tears.

Fishlegs finally heard waves crashing below him; a new sound. Where was he? He swore he heard another snigger aluminate from behind him but he was too afraid to pay attention. He was pushed forward slightly more and then the sack over his head was ripped off. He almost wished it had stayed on for what he saw did little to ease any pain. It just sparked the panic.

A tornado of waves swam beneath his chubby feet. Water smashed into the sharp jagged rocks below spraying droplets as high as the sun. Fishlegs was at least 20 metres off the ground- if not more. One slip; he would go crashing into the depths of Valhalla. Fear struck smouldering coals in his heart and he trembled and whimpered.

"Enjoy the ride friend." The deep voice boomed behind him once more and he heard a scuffling of feet then nothing except the angry waves. He was too scared to turn around. He couldn't shout for help. He was hopeless.

In the end, at least two suns later, Berkians found Fishlegs frozen with fear at the stop of a very unstable mountain. He hadn't moved for fear he would fall. After that Fishlegs was forever haunted by heights. By crashing waves and fear of falling into darkness. But no one ever knew that the cause of this mysterious monster was in front of their faces; screaming at them. Fishlegs never knew that his haunting monster saw him every day. They spoke to him every day. And once upon a time Fishlegs married one third of his haunting monster. For this haunting monster was in front of his very emerald eyes.

The twins and Snotlout are just cruel. Kind of like me!;) Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS READERS!:D I hope you all have a great day:) Don't forget to review;)