Chapter 4: Fallen Raider

The skies above Berk were filled with fire, smoke, and dragons. Vikings were on the ground, defending their livestock and attacking their adversaries with whatever was handy. Every once in a while, a dragon would drop to the ground never to rise again.

Javelin watched from afar, his visor at the maximum magnification. "What is going on over there?" he asked himself.

"Don't look at me," Twilight snorted.

"Zipplebacks, Nadders, Gronkles, and..." the rider searched the area for more species, "a Nightmare." He saw said dragon climbing up a catapult, covered in flame.

"Attack them." The night fury heard a voice in her head.

"What?"

"Attack them," the voice repeated. "Bring back food. Or suffer."

Javelin felt Twilight's unease. He placed a hand on her head and asked, "Twi? What's wrong?"

She shook her head, trying to mute the loud voice. "It's like... something is calling me."

Javelin threw a mental shield over his draconian sister, who whispered her thanks.

A loud sssccccrrreeeeeeeeccccchhhhhh was heard by everyone. He saw the Vikings take cover where they could. Seconds later, the catapult from earlier exploded. From his position, the men manning the device bailed out with no injuries. A second blast and the tower was brought down for good.

Still approaching the fight, Twilight slowed down as she became more and more entranced and horrified. Javelin switched between vision modes, his nightvision becoming useless for spotting the natives. That was when he found him.
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The young fourteen-year-old dashed out of the forge, pushing his latest invention in front of him. He was small and scrawny, but his size helped him manuever between the other Vikings.

"Hiccup, get back here!"

"Where are you going?"

"Sorry. I'll be back." He returned as he moved to the outskirts of the village. Hiccup set up his device, the Mangler, in view of the last surviving catapult. He scanned the skies, searching for his target. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at."

He barely saw it; a few stars blinked. He aimed at the tower. Another screech and a purple fireball shot out of the darkness and into the tower. He was slow to react, but he fired as soon as he saw a black shape swoop past.

The recoil sent him flying. Hiccup heard an impact followed by a moan. He watched as the downed devil careened into the forest on the other side of the island. He shouted in victory, "Yes! I hit it! Did anyone see that?"
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The duo watched as the unknown Fury was shot out of the sky. The boy he had tracked for the last minute or so was filled with joy. Until the Nightmare from earlier crawled up and crushed his machine. The boy gave a look of exasperation before he was chased back into the village.

Twilight quickly shot through the air. Her target wasn't the boy: it was that Night Fury. The sunrise made itself known, so their cover was fading. This was enemy territory, and she would definitely stick out.

Javelin made a mental note to keep an eye on that kid. There was something... different about him. His thoughts were broken as his sister landed in a forest. He slid off, allowing Twilight to follow the dragon's scent. "Go on. I'll catch up." She bounded away as he yelled, "Don't do anything til I get there!"

Javelin took his helmet off. A cold breeze flew into his face as the sun rose. He took note of everything, pulling out his journal and writing. Following her sister's trail, he put his helmet back on.

It took a while, but the crimson warrior got to the crash site. There, the Night Fury laid against the ground. The bola was wrapped tight against his unconscious form. Twilight was crouched down, observing.

"Well, at least I'm not the last of us," she said, smiling for a second before moving back to a concerned look.

Javelin knelt down, checking for injuries. "Oh no," he groaned.

"What?"

"He lost his left tailfin." Twilight went from concern to worry, her breathing increasing. Javelin looked at the path dug into the hill. "Torn off by the impact."

SNAP! The two looked at each other. "Hide." They broke off into the forest a short distance away. They kept their eyes on the downed Night Fury.

Javelin's eyes widened when he saw the boy from this morning. He held a very short dagger in his hand as he cautiously approached the dragon.
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"Yes! Oh, this fixes everything." Hiccup lowered his dagger as he did a victory pose on the Night Fury. "Yes! I have brought down this mighty beast!"

He jumped back when the dragon growled. A yellow-green eye stared at him, the black pupil a predatory slit.

Hiccup regained his composure. "I'm gonna kill you, dragon. I'm gonna take out your heart and bring it to my father," he spoke, more like breathed as he brought his dagger up. "I'm a Viking. I'm a VIKING!" The weapon was raised above his head.

His gaze shifted back to the dragon's. He swore he saw fear in the Night Fury. Shaking his head, he moved his dagger back up and closed his eyes. The dragon lowered his head and gave a depressed groan.

Hiccup lowered his weapon. He couldn't kill this dragon. He saw... himself in the dragon. To kill him would be killing myself. He turned around to leave before he stopped. "I did this."
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Twilight and Javelin didn't move as the boy walked back to the Night Fury. Said dragon's eyes snapped open upon hearing ropes being cut. Once his legs were free, he pounced on the Viking.

Both pairs of eyes stared at each other; one in fear, the other in intimidation. The dragon reared his head back... and roared in the boy's face. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

He leapt away and took off, screaming in pain. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep stable and swerved between the trees. To make matters worse, the Night Fury fell into a cove.

The boy fainted not soon after. Deeming it safe, they moved into the open.

"Best if you catch up with him first, Twi."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll come back later." He knelt down next to the boy. No injuries, just shocked. The crimson-clad man stood up and turned. "I've some exploring to do," he said before running off in the direction of the village.

Twilight was still for a few minutes. She looked towards where the Night Fury went, then the unconscious boy, and back again. "Might as well get it over with," she spoke to noone before following her orders.

How am I going to do this? I don't have Javelin with me. She shook her head. No. I don't need him now. I can fly, he can't. Fly... She frowned, her pupils dilating. He can't fly. He's stuck here. She took in a deep breath and exhaled it. Slowly, she crept her head past the rocks.

Twilight was entranced by the pit. A waterfall fell into a large pond. Rocks and a few trees graced the land. Then she saw him.

He could be seen clearly now. Judging from his size, he could be at least her age. Midnight black scales graced his form. His eyes were closed as he vented his frustration with slow, but powerful breaths.

Feeling a presence nearby, he woke from his thoughts and looked around. Nothing was on the ground with him, so he looked up. His eyes widened when he caught her.

"Who are you?"
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(AN)- And thus we enter the movie. Now, I'm not going to write the story in Hiccup's or any other character's POV (except dragons... maybe) unless I find it neccesary to further connect the story. (1) I'm afraid I'll paint them in an OOC light, and (2) I feel the emotions and thoughts of the characters when I watch the movie. I am writing this on the assumption that you have seen the movie and I don't like telling stuff that's common knowledge.

Anyways, next we see Javelin in Berk.