Disclaimer: I do not own anything

King Asher walked in the wonderful silence (which was rare for being the king) near the shadow of the Raven forest that covered more than half of Berk. As a boy he loved to run around in these parts with his friends and fight off small dragons just like the next Viking. He also loved to play pranks on the older folk. Asher smiled at the thought. "Those were the days," Asher whispered to himself. He was about to turn to the path that led back to the village when he heard screaming followed with loud sobs that were not far from where he stood. Deciding to check out what was going on, King Asher jogged into the forest, not thinking anything was too serious. "The young children always seem to be yelling these days," huffed Asher. As he got closer he heard the heart-wrenched sobs of a young girl screaming for her parents. In an instant, Asher ran at full speed towards the sounds of the girl's voice. Why? There was only one reason why he knew that voice.

"ASTRID!" Asher huffed, sliding into the clearing where shattered rock, amber, and flames roared around a hunched over Astrid. Asher stood there shocked at what he saw before him. "Astrid, what happened, my kit?"

"PAPA!" Astrid cried. "We were trying to fight off the evil trolls with my magic, but we got trapped, and Hiccup tried to get out, but he fell instead and, and, and….I hit him with my magic and he won't wake up!"

Just then Asher noticed Hiccup curled up in his daughter's lap bleeding like a stuck pig. "This has gone too far Astrid. We need to find Hiccup help." King Asher climbed over the broken shards of amber and picked Hiccup carefully and grabbed Astrid by the hand and led them to the quay where he planned to board his ship, Puffin, and find the legendary Necromancer of Ice.

000

The King knocked on the doors of a rock and ice structure that stood in the middle of half-frozen waters yelling, "Open up, please! We need your help!" There was a silence, and then the great doors suddenly opened in front of the shaken King and let him in. The trio stumbled into the great structure and stood in what looked like and anteroom. The room had high ceilings but narrow walls. Only a few chairs, that did not look comfortable, adorned the room and were pressed against the wall. The king and his two companions sat on these chairs and waited for the Necromancer to show herself. But instead of a body entering the room, they only heard a voice echoing through the darkness that murmured a song through closed lips. King Asher knew the Necromancer was there, so he opened his mouth to start explaining but was soon cut off by the witch. "You need not tell me what you need, for I already know." The room hurled and spun itself around Asher, Astrid, and Hiccup in a dizzying fashion when it abruptly stopped. Out from the shadows of the far right corner stepped a woman in a simple green tunic and brown tights. She was lightly built; everything petite. Her face was covered in a mask that closely resembled a Deadly Nadder's head, but not quite. This mask hid all of her features, but even a blind man could see those bright, green eyes. "How did it happen?" The Necromancer's voice no longer echoed around the room, it just hung there in the air between the group and her.

"My daughter, Astrid Hofferson, hit this young boy with her magic, and he passed out. I didn't know what to do so I…."

"Yes, yes. You came to me hoping I could fix the boy." The woman creeped closer to Hiccup, and examined his body. After a few quick seconds, the masked lady seemed to notice Astrid's worried looks at her friend, then her father, so she lowered herself to Astrid's height and told her softly, "Everything will be alright, little one. Your little friend will survive, but I have to ask a few questions first. Is that ok?" Astrid nodded her head and the Necromancer continued. "How long have you had your powers?"

"I have always been able to do it, if that's what you're asking, ma'am."

"Yes, yes it is Astrid. Now, has this ever happened to you? Have you ever lost control?"

"No. And I didn't mean to hurt him!"

"I know, and accidents do happen, but we need to prevent it from happening again, alright?"

There was another nod from Astrid.

The Necromancer stood and turned towards Asher and reached out for the boy. King Asher transferred Hiccup from his arms to hers without hesitation and let the Necromancer lead him and Astrid through a set of tunnels that opened to an infirmary. The Necromancer laid Hiccup down on a soft bed and started cleaning him up. She whispered a few phrases into Hiccup's ear that created an imaginary string that crawled out and seemed to twist his memories a little so that memories of Astrid's magic would disappear. Then these memories were replaced by the same situation, but without the magic. Turning towards the King, the Necromancer whispered urgently instructions that the King's family would now have to follow.

"No hiding her from the world; that will do her no good. Make sure she still lives a life. The only thing I caution is of who knows about her magic. She needs to keep it hidden from the world. Who knows how the village will take it. In a few weeks I shall send you parcels that have objects inside that will help your young one. I also advise that she does not become too close to anyone until she's older so that no one else will get hurt, including her."

"What about Hiccup?" Astrid's voice crept back into the conversation.

Once again the Necromancer bent down before Astrid and assured her that everything will be fine. "You just won't see him as much, but it will be fine." The woman fondled the young girl's hair, almost like she had once done so with a child of her own. Breaking from a trance, the Necromancer jerked back and grabbed Hiccup and pressed his body back into the King's arms.

"He shall recover in a few days' time, and will not remember any of the magic that Astrid preformed. It's for the best. Have a safe journey back." The Necromancer once again returned to the shadows, and the King, Astrid, and the limp Hiccup found their own way out. But before the door closed, Astrid couldn't resist one last glance at the halls in the mountain of ice. In the corner of her eye she noticed a scaled tale that flitted back and forth on the ground, it was fascinating to her. But when two great yellow eyes glared at her from the darkness, Astrid ran out the door to catch up with her father.

"It is amazing how fast they grow up, isn't it my dear," the Necromancer murmured to the dragon that she had perched on to watch the trio disappear. "Just yesterday, I swear both of them were just babes."

Hi everybody! I wonder who this necromancer is. Sorry if this chapter is a little wordy, I just read a few chapters of The Hobbit and all the fancy words kind of crept into my writing. Thank you for reading. Until next time TTFN ("Ta, ta for now" Tigger)