Me- …Wow… thanks for the faves and alerts guys! I like reviews too! Ahem, anyway, it's been about… oh I don't know, two hours and I'm now typing up a new chapter. I must love you a lot. So, enjoy chapter two! This one should have more to do with the movie… ish…

Discovery

It was indeed a long trip to the airport. So too were the airplane and boat rides. At least the airplane was tolerable, Haddock had gotten to sit next to Amanda, who promptly threatened to stick one of the safety brochures up his nose should he so much as breathe wrong. Lucky for him, he passed almost the entire time staring out the window. He was mesmerized by the clouds, the ground far below that looked like a model set and the water that he wished he could reach out and touch it, making a fan behind him. It was so calming… During the night he dreamed again

He was flying, not the dream flying where you're by yourself, he was riding something, he just didn't know what, the clouds flew past him as they went faster and faster! Wait, "they"? It didn't matter, he felt the beat of wings, he let out an ecstatic whoop "Yeah!! Go baby go! Ha-ha!" Higher and higher they went, nothing could touch them, nothing could stop them now!

Haddock woke up at that part. How odd, he wasn't normally one to recall dreams in detail, but this one… it almost felt like it was really happening… he spent the rest of the ride in a state of wonder, savoring the feeling of flying free. Then once the ride was over they had to make a quick pit stop as Mr. Gob apparently had severe air sickness. But now, here they were; the island of Berk. The pictures did not do it justice, it was immensely larger than they had anticipated, and much more run-down looking. "Has anybody been here in the last hundred years, like, ever?" Rachel wrinkled her nose.

"Aye." Mr. Gob nodded. "A few folks come aboot every so often ta tidy 'er up a wee bit. Now then, ya all can stay in wha' ever cabin ya choose, alone or with somebody else. Tha'll be yer' 'ome for tha nex week!"

He walked off towards what appeared to be an abandoned blacksmith's shop. Haddock spotted a fairly decked-out cabin near the top of the hill. Something drew him there, it was odd, but he dismissed it as not wanting to be near the twins whose loud bickering would keep him up all night. Speaking of which, "Stay away from my house!" Aaand they're off!

"There's like, a million houses!"

"Take that one, it's got a flower on the door, girls like flowers."

Crack! Haddock turned to see that Rachel had rammed her brother's head into the door.

"Oops! Now this one has blood on it."

Something about this exchange tickled a part of his brain. He shook it off and opened the door. Whoever had lived here must have been important, probably the chief of the tribe or something. Haddock glanced around. There was a table and a couple chairs, a fireplace and stairs the lead up. He clambered up the stairs, practically crawling on all fours as to not hit his head. He came up in a small bedroom. The sun filtering through the open window revealed a bed, a bedside table and a desk with a chair. He looked around and dropped his duffle which suddenly burst open, allowing several pens to roll under the bed. "Oh, come on…" He moaned and got down on his stomach. He snagged his flashlight and shot a beam beneath the bed. He noticed the pens had stopped rolling and were quite close due to a board sticking up slightly. He grabbed his pens and put them back by the bag. He touched the piece of wood sticking up, it was different in texture to the surrounding wood. Haddock inhaled and slid himself under the bed as best he could, which was pretty far under due to his small frame. He held the flashlight between his teeth and gripped the board. With one quick yank it came up, sure enough, there was an empty space beneath it. He reached inside and found something square and leathery. He grasped it, pulled it out, put the board back and slid out from under the bed. It was a book. "Huh." Haddock murmured. "I thought this stuff only happened in books and movies."

He got up and sat on the desk. Not wanting to waste the batteries in the flashlight, as it was getting dark, he pulled out a small box of matches he had grabbed on the way out back home and lit a small candle on the desk. He had also picked up his "Runes-to-English" book from his duffle. Sure enough, he opened the first page and it had a few lines, three of them starting with the same letter. He flipped to the alphabet part in his book and began to translate.

Property of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Haddock blinked, then double checked. Then triple checked. This was his ancestor's diary! No, it could be a coincidence, Haddock could have been a common name, he shouldn't get exited. Oh, who was he kidding? He flipped to the next page, eager to see what his ancestor had to say. Hiccup, what an odd name… like Haddock…

My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Just in case you couldn't tell by the front page or anything. I guess I should tell you about myself. I'm the village outcast. My father may be chief of the tribe, but that just makes me more noticeably odd. I try to be like them, I really do! Gobber won't even let me out of the forge to fight. I've got to prove that I can take care of myself! Sure, I may not be strong, like Snotlout, or as informed as Fishlegs, I'm not even as tough as the twins, Tuffnut and Ruffnut. Of course, Astrid is another story. She's probably the toughest and most determined Viking on this island. I just have to prove I can be half as good as any one of them, then maybe Astrid will notice me… or at least Dad will acknowledge me. Uh oh, looks like another attack, better get to the blacksmiths. Maybe I can probably prove myself! I made a contraption that can throw a bola twice as far as the strongest Viking! Maybe I can get out and use it.

The entry stopped there. Haddock sighed and flipped to the next page. It wasn't another entry; instead it was what looked like a drawing of a portion of the island. Almost as though Hiccup had been looking for something… but what? He noticed that one of the pages had "X"es all over the island, then were furiously scribbled out. Probably not. He flipped the next page. "What the…?"

It was a picture, a pretty good one, of… Haddock had no idea. It had a huge wingspan, an odd shaped head, a long tail and- "Dragon!" He suddenly realized.

His ancestor had drawn a picture of a dragon. He flipped through the rest of the book, they were all drawings of the same dragon from different perspectives, a headshot here, a view of the wing, a side view and-

Haddock froze at the last picture. It was very detailed, made for artistic purposes. It was the dragon again, but it had two passengers, flying through the sky, a boy and a girl. The girl bore a striking resemblance to Amanda, but the boy… The boy was Haddock. It was his nose, his face shape, his hair and how it naturally parted, it even had his spattering of freckles. There was a bit of writing in the corner.

Astrid, me and-

The last word had been smudged, probably by accident, it was unreadable. Haddock gaped. This was Hiccup? The resemblance was almost, no it was shocking. "No, no," He murmured attempting to calm himself. "Relax, he's my ancestor! There could be a logical way for me to look, exactly… precisely… like… him…" No there wasn't. He folded his hands atop his head and let out a breath that blew the candle out. It was then that he realized just how dark it had gotten. He took his flashlight and stumbled over to the bed, still absolutely shocked. There was a word for what he thought might be the most logical explanation: Reincarnation. But he shook it off; he didn't have any memories of Hiccups… did he? Well, something did draw him to this house, Hiccup's house, and the dream he had before leaving, Hiccup could have known all that. But the dream on the plane… It made no sense; He had to have made up that creature, why would anyone draw that many pictures of the same thing from so many different viewpoints if they were making a new creature, probably for a book or something? "Yeah…" Haddock groaned and flopped onto the bed, his arm covering his eye. Reincarnation would be his last-ditch explanation, he pushed it aside… for now

That's when he heard the sound.

It was the most inhuman sound he had ever heard in his life. It sounded like the cries of several animals in distress all in one. He shot up and grabbed his flashlight. He looked out the front window, the cabins were all dark. Something in his gut told him to find out what that sound was. Haddock was hesitant, at first, but he knew, he had to go. "I'll be awake all night if I don't find out what that is" Was the lie he chose to tell himself as he slipped out the back door into the night.

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Haddocks' gut lead him several miles away from the village before he even considered to start looking. He sighed, praying to whatever gods were listening that his flashlight didn't die on him. Besides, Mr. Gob had said before they left that they could sleep outside if they wanted to, if they didn't mind the possibility of losing a limb. Haddock minded that idea very much, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Suddenly, he lost his footing and stumbled, almost falling. He swept his beam in a wide area. There was some sort of shallow ravine carved out in the ground, and a broken tree nearby, the ditch had grown over with plant life, but it was still there. The tree had probably broken in a storm or something… Haddock followed the ditch down a small hill and around a large rock, he almost tripped over something. He shone his flashlight on it. It seemed to be a spherical stone of some sort, with what looked like strings hanging off of it, probably the remnants of rope. They seemed familiar somehow… Haddock pushed the thought away; he had more important things to worry about. Soon, he came to a large wall of rocks with a split in the side. He walked over to it and peered inside. It appeared to be a small canyon. He let out a short laugh, and slowly lowered himself into the canyon. He looked around, sweeping the beam of his flashlight this way and that. He suddenly noticed that it was quite dim. "Oh, for the love of…" He smacked it, but it wasn't doing any good, sure enough, the thing went completely dead. He sighed. "May as well stay here for the night."

It was a fairly warm night, for Berk anyway. He lay down on a soft patch of soil and gazed at the stars. They were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.

They were falling, something had gone wrong, he glanced at the paper in his hand that he had risked his life to get, the wind was blowing it so he couldn't read it. Finally he gave up, he didn't need it, he threw it away. He pushed his foot down. Click! They swerved just missing a rock jutting out of the ocean. Click! Again and again, he shifted his foot, the mechanics clicked, they avoided certain doom. Then, all was clear they were out of the fog, and out of the woods. He threw his hands up into the air and cried out in sheer joy "YES!"

Haddock was awoken by a gentle, warm breeze ruffling his hair. Dew coated his body, he felt moist and just damp in general, a feeling he didn't care for. The breeze ruffled his hair again. Odd, why didn't he feel in anywhere else? And why was the sun not pounding at his eyelids? He opened hi eyes slowly, then stiffened in sheer panic as he saw he was being stood over by a huge shadow. A shadow with huge green eyes.

Me- CARPEL TUNNEL! I must love you guys a lot, two chapters in one day. PLEASE let me know what you think! Huh, lots of thought-pushing… sorry about that! Now, to nurture my poor wrist…