Hey Guys, so welcome to another chapter, but first a couple things. First, I'd like to say this story has already reached 1.3K views, which I'd like to thank you guys for, I did not expect 4 chapters (including the prologue) to be viewed that much, next up I'd like to thank the reviewers, I guess I did a good few things right to get those response huh? Also, I'd like to thank the favoriters and followers for faving and following. When I see people liking what I've written, it really helps a lot to continue writing. Now before I continue with the chapter, I'd like say (cause shameless self-promotion right?) I've just started (well more like 1 month ago, but I haven't really done a chapter since then) a second fanfic known as Shifted Positions, its relatively uncommon twist on a very underused concept so I'd like opinions on that if you ever get the chance

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Chapter 4: Not As Friendly

I've probably spent a good day locked back up. I'm no longer chained to the cart, but sitting in the black, where even the natural night vision this body has finds difficulty, isn't much better. I was however finally given something to eat. A fish, carrying all the nutrition required for a 'human turned dragon' to live, right.

I'm pretty much stuck right back where I started…well mostly, I now had Fishlegs. At least he understood that I'm 'Viking', and it seems that Astrid is obviously starting to question. And if Fishlegs comes back tonight, maybe he and I can come up with a way to show Astrid. Though that is a pretty big if.

My best bet then is to think until someone comes, or I dropout into exhaustion, whichever comes first. Hopefully only the former in the case of Fishlegs, I doubt anyone else is noting me, maybe Astrid.

It's been a full sun cycle since they locked the other Dark One. I'm quite put out by what he did though. He did an unthinkable act, affectionately heading a Viking…in the chest. No dragon should ever do that, worse still they chained him for it. I was on the edge of heading to save him when it happened, but without an intact tail, the slaughter would be pinned on me, instead of the savages that cruelly locked dragons in that pit.

But I could sneak in during the night. We are the master, but I can't fly, that vine that hit me was painful, but even more is the injury from it. It took my tail's left fin, without it, I'm grounded for life. If I had the time, I'd probably indulge in a bit of self-pity, but the time and effort to get food and watching over the chained Dark One leaves me very little time to reflect.

Before I decide on a plan action however, that current of thought reminds me, I need to hunt. I haven't had much since I was injured, only a few small fish here and there from a stream hidden in the forestry.

I trudge into the forest, where the stream of little fish resides. If I'm lucky, I might find a pack of fish, hopefully I can just blast them out.

Strolling through the forest, lot of useless green, so much of it won't help my hunger, which I've only recently started hearing. If only I could use those leaves as food, but unfortunately, that didn't work out so well. I desperately tried (despite my revulsion) and now I understand the instinct better than ever to avoid it.

I got to the stream only to find no fish, I probably took all of them previously.

Well now I've got three problems, a Dark One in chains, an inability to fly, and now I have no legitimate way to sate by hunger. Now all I need is a Viking to find me…actually that gives me an idea.

The hunts always take food from Vikings, and if that's the case…

I sprint down towards the Viking nest, running as fast as I can out of pure starvation. As I rush to the edge of the forest, I notice Vikings close by, just outside it, near a spot where I smell a faint touch of fish, mixed with something more disgusting.

The disgust doesn't matter, my stomach nearly made me dash towards the tree-structure that held the smell, but I quickly knew that was a sure way to death. Maybe when…and then their gone.

I bound out of the forest as fast I can, break through the weakest wall, and rush to…whatever Viking put this food in, but what does that matter, I rip one up and stuff my face, until the disgusting smell returns. I retract my head to find a yellow and black thing…AH!

"Get away get away get away!" I screech speedily, backing from the tainted thing, I can't touch that stuff.

Then I heard a noise outside, seems they returned, oh no. If they see me…I think I should hide.

I get into the dark corner behind a few other Viking things. This is a very poor position, I might need to fight my way out. But as I contemplate on taking out the two, they move to the section where I opened the tainted fish thing. That's my chance, and I dart out before anyone else can notice, and quickly bound into the forest. Hopefully the Vikings will be too confused to follow.

I just have to hope.

I saw the whole thing, first the guards left the shed, then something black entered it, the screech and then the return of the guards and fleeing black blur. I can't believe it, the thing had at least twenty speed, I didn't even notice more than black. I doubt anyone other than the guards had caught it. Could it be possible though, could that have been the thing that got Hiccup, I mean, shouldn't of flown away, why would it stay…Uh never mind, I don't thing I want to know, but maybe I should get to Hiccup.

I walk as fast as I can without being noticed to get to the Kill Ring. I don't want to alert anyone with talking to Hiccup, with this luck of 'magic' we've got, he'll probably be blamed and killed out of sheer fear.

It takes me an hour to get to the Kill Ring, and no one seems to be around. This might just be my luck, just need to open the cage.

I've been sitting here for a long while, that fish barely withstanding, and I feel my energy low. It probably won't be long to die of starvation if this keeps up.

Then I hear the cage door unlock, if I did that, I'd probably be attacked, but someone is letting me out. I really hope its Fishlegs, I don't think I could handle anyone else sitting on the other side, I swear if it's Gobber chastising me for being Hiccup again (albeit not in a destructive way funny enough).

The door opens to Fishlegs, and am I happy to see him. Then I feel something behind me striking my tail, and then I notice my tail hitting the wall in joy, well, how's that for weird. I try to hold it down with my understanding of the muscles, though I've never really used them before, so it's hard, but it eventually cooperated.

I turn my attention back to Fishlegs, who is clearly uncomfortable around me trying to control myself. As if I wasn't standing in front of him, because this isn't awkward…a large kid talking to an onyx dragon that use to be the one guy who would burn buildings worse than dragons. Yeah, not uncomfortable at all.

"What was that about?" as he dropped a plank to me.

I'm still new at this. Why are you here?

"Uh, there was a black thing, it had at least 20 speed…"

I'm guessing the whole island is gonna try to cut me up now.

"Um…I'm pretty sure I was the only one to notice…well, besides the guards, but I'm not sure they saw him…it, it was really fast" he started stuttering a little. "Um, Hiccup…I can't stay here…not now, I…I'll come back later"

Please bring some fish, I'm not sure how long it'll be before I starve.

"Don't they feed you?" and I gave him as close to a deadpan look as I could with this face.

"Right…" as he slipped out, closed and locked the cage. At least Fishlegs gave me a visit, and hopefully he'll bring some fish by later. Maybe I'm not as doomed after all.

The sun has passed since my little 'raid' on the wooden Viking food cave, hopefully the Viking's didn't notice me, or I'm worse then grounded.

At least I'm full enough to free the Dark One, and it's almost impossible for us to be noticed. Soon I'll be able to pull him out, then the Vikings won't be able harm him again.

I'll just commit to it now, I'll be able to get him before they notice. I race to the edge of the forest and dodge between the erected wood things. I eventually reach the sturdy cave trap. But there is just one problem.

How do I get in unnoticed?

The rock and wood would create a lot of noise, and we wouldn't be fast enough to escape without being caught. And then a quick smack, like a footstep…oh no, not yet, got to hide. And I just get off to the side in a bunch of shadowy rocks, they appear to do the job well enough. The Viking responsible for the footsteps is rather large, and approaches this trap, goes down a stone hill, and I hear a very slight screech.

I approach the hill and find an opening, this foolish Viking has given me a chance I can't waste it. Inside is a bunch of wood walls surrounded by nothing but stone, and lots of vicious toss-able claws all over on some holding trees. I'm sure the Dark One is behind one of these wooden walls, I'm guessing they can move, like the caves in their nest.

I'll have to wait for the large Viking to do whatever he is doing, it'll be much easier to escape if no one is around. That's when he pushed a stick and a large tree lifted from one of the walls, and then the wall slowly opened. The Dark One poked his head out from behind the wood, investigating the surroundings, this Viking just gave me the chance.

I leap out of the shadows, revealing myself to both the Viking, who seems shorter than the usual, and I stand between them with my teeth out.

"How dare you cage one of us?" I screech at him in anger, I could probably get away with killing this small Viking without anyone noticing quick enough, and I prepare for the pounce.

And I'm pounced on, by the Dark One, who manages to hold me down long enough for the short one to get away.

"What are you doing?!" I screech loudly, throwing the Dark One off me.

Being tossed up, it's kind of hard to get control, but I manage to land in a defense position in front of where Fishlegs ran, he quivers behind one of the weapon racks, guess he wasn't prepared to meet my distant tormentor.

"I'm protecting my friend." I tell him, trying not to raise alarm, not like the Night Fury's screeching is going to help.

"Friend?" he curiously knocks his head to the side. "He caged you. Our kind is not to be caged!" filling his words with pride, in no way similar to Snotlout.

"He didn't cage me…" and then I realized "Did you just say 'our kind'?"

"Yes"

"And what exactly is 'our kind'?"

"A Dark One, an unparalleled force of flight and shadows. You and I, the rare breed of shadows…" he stuffs in a good amount of pride, but I cut him off.

"Except I'm not a 'Dark One'." But with that remark, he just tips his head in confusion.

"Uh, Hiccup…" and that's when I'm reminded of Fishlegs. I really hope he gets out, I'm pretty sure someone is going to show up with this screeching.

"Shut up, short one" the Fury screeches…and that's just making the situation worse.

"Will you calm down, or the entire island will have all our heads." Referring to Fishlegs too.

"What do you mean 'not a Dark One'?"

Hey readers, so yeah, sorry for the delay, I did say I'd decrease at least a chapter per month, and while I'm sure you can understand, I still feel like I'm cheating you guys out a bit, but unfortunately, I have other things in life that take up time too, and I'm sorry for this type of delay.

Well…now that we got that out of the way, I'd like to ask, what did you think of this chapter? Did I jump around too much, or was I portraying characters wrong? How about that end? Yeah, I hope I left you scratching your heads on that one, maybe a few people even see what's coming up, or maybe it's a red herring. Or how about how many licks it'll take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. The world may never know.

Yeah, anyway, I'm hoping how I portrayed this is close to accurate. Also, thanks to those who have reviewed and, followed, favorited, and if you like this chapter a review helps a lot, and a fav/follow also help knowing people want more. Anyway, I think I'll be heading out, that lowly bear keeps harassing the window and the broom still isn't working.

Until next time.