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Listening to Celtic music while writing or reading HTTYD truly helps and makes the experience more authentic. I recommend that :)
A good soundtrack for this chapter would be here: /watch?v=7RoItrosttY (Turn it on low volume)

So... As promised, you will now see a chapter with Mildew, some fishes and a catapult. Without further ado,

Read on!

That night was a stormy one.

Dark clouds floating in the sky, letting out rumbles that were to beat even the mighty call of a Thunderdrum dragon. It was like Thor himself had gone lunatic and set up a storm that teared the worlds apart. But as usual, there were no lightnings on Berk... Except for one place...

"AARGH!" Mildew shouted as a lightning hit his helmet that was hanging at the edge of his bed. It was all because of those stupid brats and their puny little friends they dared to call "dragons". He had seen many dragons in his life and NONE of them had ever befriended a human, it was unnatural! The only thing he ever wished was to get those beast off this island as quickly as possible.

Not that it wouldn't have been bad enough if they just flew with them, but now they had also used them to place this metallic travesty of Thor on his front yard! He couldn't stand this any more. That is why he had been watching the kids' practice with their dragons from a secret spot and now knew exactly what to do.

He may have also heard some rumors that the thing he was going to attempt might as well be impossible but at least it was worth a shot. Even if it didn't work, no one would ever know he ever attempted it.

But on the opposite side, this was the best time of the year to try it and if it succeeded, it would DEFINITELY make Stoick get rid of the Dragons as soon as he could. It could wreak more havoc and confusion than any of his plans so far. All it took was a bit of luck and a good aim...

Mildew rose from his bed and went to his small closet, pulling out something that looked like a gigantic hollow horn. The horn was made mostly of leather and wood but there was also some metal parts on the hollow inside to make the sound it made more acoustic and echoing.

He dragged the relatively heavy object outside, carefully avoiding the metal statue so he wouldn't get shocked by the lightnings it attracted. The last thing he needed was a lightning strike to his head. This might just be the only moment he could ever do it, right here in this storm in the dark of the night.

He dropped the horn on the cliff, making it point out to the sea. This was the part of the sea Hiccup and his friends had never really explored. They had never had the guts to go any further to the north on a search of their beloved "dragons". He knew they had explored a massive area to the south and found a line of islands, all inhabited by wild dragons, REAL dragons. They had never searched this part of the sea though and that is why he was so hopeful about this.

He left the horn there and circled back around the house, finding a yak that he had hid there earlier on the day. He had managed to get the Yak from Bucket when he had convinced him he couldn't always walk all the way to Berk to get himself some Yak milk. Thank goodness Bucket was so stupid he had swallowed the bait, hook and the line and given him the Yak. But you can't really blame him, losing half of your brain is a big deal and even a brighter man wouldn't have had any clue what he was about to do with the animal.

He walked the Yak to the horn, making it stand so that the horn was almost at it's mouth. And then when the Yak least expected, he slammed it with his walking stick, making the animal bellow in surprise, the horn emphasizing the sound and sending it out to the sea. Luckily he was on the other side of the island so no one in Berk could ever hear such a sound even with that intensity and volume.

The voice itself sounded even better and more convincing than Mildew could have ever imagined.

The call of the unholy offspring of the lightning and death itself...

Toothless Shook his head as he was awaken from his sleep.

He was sure he had just heard something. Something strangely familiar to him.

The sound... It was like something from his past had just woken in his head. He just couldn't quite figure out what.

Just then Hiccup let a abnormally loud snore, slightly startling Toothless and making him flinch briefly.

Toothless took a glance around himself, spotting the new boy at the corner of the room, sleeping sound in his newly crafted bed. Somehow This boy was different from all the previous strangers, he just didn't know why.

But Yeah, maybe he was just going paranoid from the storm. He used to live for the storms before but now as he had noticed the humans didn't like them, he had decided neither did he. "The sound was just Hiccup or the wind anyway." He thought as he felt his mind easing up again, quickly falling back to his peaceful slumber.

After repeating the sound there was really nothing Mildew could do except wait and start setting up the next part of his plan. He got a basket of fresh fish from his house, placing one of them on the cliff where the horn was located.

The basket weighed a lot in Mildew's frail arms and his back was aching each time he tried to move with it. "It's going to be worth it", was the only only thought that kept him going. After all, this time his evidences would be clear. A REAL Night Fury tearing down the island, he only needed to show it the village wasn't as friendly as it seemed on the outside.

And he had just the perfect plan for that.

He kept on dropping the fishes at even distances as he approached Berk with his ever so lightening load of fish. Even though there was a long way to Berk even without the basket, he still traveled the distance faster than he ever had, inspired by the upcoming victory. This time Hiccup and his gang couldn't deny that Night furies were dangerous to the village and that dragon Toothless would be driven out! YES!

He lengthened his steps as he found new strength in his thoughts. Today was the night, he could feel it!

Or more precisely, he could already hear it... It was the sound of a diving Night Fury. A high-pitched whistle coming all the way from his house and suddenly halting, marking the sign of a landing or at least a stop in mid-air.

"The plan has begun" He thought and felt a little proud of himself. During all this time Hiccup has tried to find another Night fury to accompany his but has always failed and now he, Mildew, had found one with just a bit of logic thinking. If the dragon was indeed the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, why wouldn't it show up on a stormy night like this? He had also heard Fishlegs make the sounds of dragons multiple times during their training and that had helped him to figure out the equipment that was need to make the voice. Fishes were an obvious solution to him as the village's fishermen had told him how much fish they needed to feed the dragons. He just needed to combine all these bits of knowledge into a deliciously devious plan.

Some may have considered him stupid but they all still forgot that he was still the second-oldest on the island after Gothi. That is why he had plenty of life's experience and knowledge.

He placed the last fish from his basket on a cliff just outside the town. It was a perfect position to execute his plan, now he only needed to do some sneaking and climbing...

Soon enough, after avoiding the few lights at the center of the town that fluttered in the rain, he climbed up one of the Berk's catapult stands that were left there to remind the townsmen and women about the days when they still fought dragons. Ahh, what glorious days those were. But today, those catapults would serve a different purpose than just remind.

Just as he remembered, the catapults were all still loaded including this one. He reached the top of the stand, placing his hind body next to a lever that launched the catapult. There was no sight of movement in the village. No one was outside at this time of the day, especially as the rain was pouring down from the clouds.

He adjusted the catapult to point towards the cliff with the last fish. As the stand turned, it made a loud creaking sound as the metal gears had gotten a bit rusty since the last use. What a waste.

He checked the village once more, just to make sure no one had waken up just to find out that none had. The creaks had sounded a bit like thunder so it was really no wonder.

Now he just had to wait... And that is exactly what he did.

He almost dozed off after a while of staring into a close-by lantern that evenly spread its light across a small area on the ground but the thought of the upcoming event still kept him awake. Barely but enough.

Just then he happened to turn his gaze towards the cliff after hearing a slight rustling sound. Then he saw it. It was a dragon that looked almost exactly like Toothless, or at least he supposed so. After all, it was very dark and he couldn't quite figure out all the aspects of this Pitch black creature.

He instantly got excited, his hands grabbing a hold of the large lever as he slowly started pulling it down to release the mechanism. The catapult was aimed, now it was time to fire.

The dragon on the cliff clearly looked astounded of what it was seeing. Houses, some lights and a few animals sleeping on the yards and the close-by fields.

That look would soon be changed to a completely different one, thought Mildew as he pulled the lever all the way down, sending the huge rock flying straight towards the night fury. He knew he couldn't hit it spot on as the catapult was a rough design and the Night Furies were fast but then again, killing it was not his purpose.

Just as he thought, the rock flew through the air with a deep whistle, surprising the unexpected dragon. Despite the surprise the dragon was still too fast for the rock, dodging the most of the impact but the moment of surprise was in Mildew's favor as he still managed to hit the Dragon's left side, making it let out a painful grunt as the rock smashed the dragon's wing.

Mildew cheered silently until he remembered the next part of his plan: Run, run fast.

Well, that pointed out to be a good plan.

He was already a relatively long distance away from the catapult as he heard it smash into smithereens by the force of the dragon's extremely powerful plasma breath.

"And now to see how the mighty Berk falls..."

Yup, a short one but so it's meant to be. This is basically just a transition chapter between the real events but I'd still say this is probably the most important chapter so far. This is where the fun begins :P

And if some of you are wondering, I have no idea where this is placed in the tv-series but I suppose it's before Mildew betrayed Berk.

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-Dawnbreaker