Since that last chapter was just so dull, I'm making it up to you all, my loyal readers, BY UPDATING AGAIN! 8D

Whoo~

But a huge thanks to the readers who did review: KaliAnn, Pewter Griffon, Egyptprncssxoxo, and Foxlight of Windclan! Hearts to you four... AND COOKIES! (:

So, anyways, now that we got through that necessary, yet dull chapter... on to the buildup of the second battle! The reason I was able to get this chapter out a bit quicker is because it's another shorter chapter. After this one (and maybe chapter thirteen... the outline isn't very long but the actual chapter may end up being), though, my chapters are going to go back to the length of chapters nine and ten. Maybe longer because I cover A LOT starting with chapter fourteen. If I feel the need, I may break a couple of those chapters up x3

By the way, I realized that I messed up Barf and Belch's heads up in a past chapter... I said that Barf was Ruffnut's head and Belch's was Tuffnut's. That's not correct, I don't know right from left, apparently xD I will have to fix that when I get around to remembering it. But just know that I'm correcting myself, so Barf is Tuffnut's, Belch is Ruffnut's, haha.

Chapter Twelve: The First Scream

Hiccup was in his house with Toothless, strapping on the improved saddle and the armor. There wasn't much added since Hiccup and Gobber didn't want Toothless to be weighed down, but they tried to help cover the weakest points of the Night Fury's body. Currently, Hiccup was yanking on the saddle strap, trying to tighten it so that was secure. No chances. If the saddle fell off during the fight, Hiccup knew he might not have the time to fix it and that would be leaving both himself and Toothless vulnerable... him more so. Attached to the strap that wrapped around Toothless' belly was a chest plate made of a smooth, thin sheet of sturdy metal that had been made with the help of a Nadder's heated fire. It covered Toothless' sensitive stomach and part of his chest so that arrows or anything fired at him from below would be blocked. Hiccup had the metal burnt and even used some ink to do his best in turning the metal the same pitch black color as Toothless' body, to help him blend in a bit better and avoid it shining in the sunlight.

Satisfied the saddle was in place, Hiccup turned and picked up the nose piece that would guard Toothless' face. He held it in his palms, gauging the lightness of it in his hands. Even though his father had confined him to the bed that week, Gobber had swung by and he and Hiccup had poured over ideas for the dragons' armor while Astrid helpfully fetched them any materials or supplies. After all, Gobber would be the one making them, but he needed the expertise of someone who knew dragons. One of Hiccup's biggest points in the discussions had been that the metal used needed to be sturdy, but weightless enough not to throw off the dragons' flying abilities. The face covering for Toothless came down to the point of his nose, rounded up over his eyes so the he could see, then made a base up along his elongated scales, wrapping around the largest two in order to keep it firmly attached. Hiccup carefully pulled it on, then pressed it down into position while Toothless remained still, allowing the foreign object to be placed.

Once it was settled, Hiccup ran a hand along it, finding it strange to stroke a cold substance of inky black instead of the warm scales of his best friend. He pursed his lips, then put his hands under Toothless' chin and pulled his friend's great head up, peering into the large, green eyes. "Is it comfortable?"

Toothless snorted, showing that it wasn't too bad. It wasn't meant to be comfortable, unfortunately, it was meant for protection. Hiccup scratched the dragon under the chin lovingly, earning a playful growl in response that seemed to say to stop messing around. So Hiccup stopped and withdrew his hands, nodding, and narrowing his eyes seriously. He turned and went over to get his own outfit addition.

To ensure he would remain in the saddle, Hiccup had gotten the riding vest back out. He hadn't been using it much as of late because he hadn't been doing anything so reckless that he had needed it. He pulled it off a hook. It had a been equipped with the same thin metal that Toothless had, attached to the front and back to give him a sort of sandwiched look between metal plates. On them, he had drawn images of Toothless, feeling that his dragon was a well-suited symbol for him. He pulled the vest on, tightening the straps on the sides and then picked up his Viking helmet as well as the weapon he had chosen, his dagger. After setting the helmet on his head, he threw his arms out to the side and struck a pose. "Ta da!"

Toothless rolled his eyes and shook his head, wandering forward and sniffing the metal. After a moment, the Night Fury pulled away and sat up, gaze peering down at his own armor where he realized the similarities. Finally, he shrugged, content to go with it and went back down on all fours, expecting they would be heading off any moment. The dragon was shivering with anticipation, muscles rippling under his scales and tensing, tail lashing about behind him. He nearly sent the cauldron spinning, but realized the mess his motions could cause and forced himself to still.

Hiccup chuckled, then led the way from the house, hopping down the steps to the pathway, breathing in the crisp scent of morning. The dew was practically frozen in the chill that laced across the land. The horizon was a pale line of pink as the sun grew closer to dawning. The rest of the sky was still a vision of night, the last of the stars twinkling with their shimmering light. A gentle wind blew across the land, announcing a calm day, though clouds were slinking nearby, speaking of overcast but hopefully not rain. Down below him, the center of the village had mingling people who were not involved with the army and children who waved goodbye sleepily to the parent that was leaving. Elderly, even Mildew, were murmuring prayers of safety to Odin, Gothi drawing in the dirt with a deep sense of concentration. Hiccup peered through the crowd and noticed Snotlout and his mother exciting their house, Fang gripping Snotlout's shoulder with an intensity that revealed he would not be moving.

Hiccup was about to head in the direction of his cousin and aunt, but noticed another form heading up the path towards him. He felt Toothless bump him lightly from behind, but ignored his dragon for a moment. Toothless made a soft grunt, but then noticed who Hiccup was watching and ceased to even bother trying to get the boy's attention.

Astrid was treading up the path, her golden hair gleaming in the glowing light. Her eyes were wide and soft as she approached, a gentle, curving smile on her features, but one more of worry than of pleasure. Her outfit had not been altered much, as her spiked skirt and shoulder pads all ready gave her more protection than Hiccup. Her shirt had an extra layer of padding beneath it, not metal however, as that would hinder her ability to maneuver well. She and the others were trusted with no metal armor because of the obvious fact they all had fighting skills.

"Hiccup," she greeted as she approached, voice laced with worry. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Hiccup flashed his best cocky grin, though deep inside he could feel his insides twisting and turning and knotting in a million different ways. "Yeah, I've got this. With Toothless and you fighting beside me, that battle will be over before you know it."

"Hiccup, I can't help but worry. Alvin wants to murder you. He wants you dead. It's something he's been after since you were five," she started.

Hiccup cut her off, sarcastically throwing out, "Okay, Astrid, I think we all get the point that Alvin wants me dead..."

"But I don't want you dead. You nearly gave me a heart attack last time when... When you were out for two days. I thought we were done with that after the battle with the Red Death. You were so white, I thought we had been too late and the wound had bled too much. I can't bear the idea of seeing you like that again."

Hiccup was touched. Ever since last Snoggletog, Astrid had been like a flower opening up. Unlike a real flower, though, she wasn't doing it in one joyful burst. It seemed each time she was adding a little more, an extra smile, a sweet sentence, a kiss if she really felt it. They were rare and beautiful moments but they were Hiccup's favorite moments. Although this one seemed to have found a way to make his heart wrench as he calmly responded, "It won't be like that this time, Astrid. I'll be fine and we'll win this thing. You'll see. And when it's over maybe we could have a picnic together, just you and me."

Toothless whined teasingly, pretending to be pitiful over the idea of being left out. He had grown used to the fact that, every now and then, if Hiccup did want to be alone with just another person, it was either Gobber or Astrid. Though Gobber had been trying more and more to push Hiccup to hang out with others. Toothless loved spending time with his boy, but he had been growing better about giving him space, too, something Stoick had never noticed. Hiccup's father was constantly worried that Hiccup was still too reclusive.

Hiccup cast him a joking glare and the Night Fury just made his strange laughing noise back, shaking his shoulders and grinning a big, toothless grin.

"I'd like that," Astrid finally admitted.

Hiccup was on the offensive that time. Instead of Astrid snatching his shirt and pulling him into the kiss, Hiccup stepped forward into it before she had time to do it herself. She was caught so off guard by his initiative that, for a moment, he feared he had poorly timed it. The moment passed when she pressed back into the kiss and he felt his heart melt like snow in the sun.

"Are you guys ready- Sorry!" Fishlegs began to say, but then burst into a fit of apologies when he neared and recognized what was going on. He clapped his hands over his eyes and turned around like it would change the fact he had seen them.

Pulling away, Hiccup and Astrid laughed. It wasn't that big of a deal that they had been seen, but it was aways entertaining when it was Fishlegs. The boy always had a big reaction for them.

"Man, we are so in trouble," Tuffnut moaned, looking down at Barf's head, which lay groaning before him. "Our dragon's dead!"

"No he's not," Ruffnut rolled her eyes. "We've all ready done that joke. He's just sick again. Like with that stupid flower."

"But there's no flowers around here, so it can't be making him sick."

"Then maybe that's not what's making him sick," Ruffnut pointed out, bending down and lifting Belch's head. She scratched her dragon softly, wondering why he wasn't doing anything but lying there. It frustrated her. Stoick wouldn't let them go into battle without Barfbelch. They couldn't just sit around at home, however. But it also worried her that the Zippleback was ill. Could they really just leave him to go to a battle they might not make it out of?

The sound of footsteps alerted her that someone was coming up behind them. Tossing her head about, braids flinging around, she noticed Snotlout approaching. She gently set Belch's head back down and stood up beside her brother to greet their friend. The stockier boy paused when he noticed the state that Barfbelch was in behind them and he cocked his head, seeming confused before it finally hit him and his mouth formed an "o" shape in horrid realization.

Tuffnut sighed, "I guess we're going to have to sneak onto a ship."

"But what about your dragon?" Snotlout asked, then winced as Fang jumped off, finally removing his claws from digging into his shoulder.

The little Terror trotted over to Barfbelch and nudged Barf's head. The Zippleback's mouth sparked and Fang jumped away, deciding it might be safer to converse with the other head. Tapping Belch, Fang purred softly, waiting for a response. Belch lifted his head, grunting slurred growls that released a small leak of green gas. Fang stepped back to avoid getting a waterfall poured on him. Responding with his own chirps and clicks, he started back towards Snotlout. The boy's eyes lit up, however, revealing that he - yes, Snotlout - had come up with an idea. Ruffnut and Tuffnut instinctively took steps back out of an unconscious fear of what the genius conclusion Snotlout had could be.

"Fang, I have a very important job for you," Snotlout cried, bending over and putting his hands on his knees as he looked at the Terror with a grin. Fang glanced back up at him, seemingly unimpressed by the notion. "You can stay here and keep an eye on Barf and Belch!"

Ruffnut and Tuffnut blinked in surprise, certainly having not been expecting a... good idea from Snotlout. After exchanging a hard glare with her twin, Ruffnut stepped forward, grinning, "Yeah, Fang, there is no one we'd rather trust to keep him happy and safe but you!"

"Yeah, uh... what she said!" Tuffnut agreed.

Fang was displeased with the idea, clucking wildly in protest. Snotlout shook his head and fell to his knees, pleading with the small dragon to do this task. "C'mon, Fang! I can't keep track of you while we're battling and if anything were to happen to you-" he broke off.

Fang winced. The little dragon was still as sensitive about the death of his previous owner as his current owner was. He watched Snotlout's face fall as the boy recalled his father. Snotlout instantly tried to bring it back to a determined look, refusing to look weak. Fang glanced over at Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who were staring at their shoes like they had suddenly become fascinating. It was bad when even Tuffnut grasped the situation that well. So Fang gave a resigned sigh, knowing Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut would discover what he had been trying to tell them later. He could feel the irritation practically radiating off of Barf and Belch. The dragon was not pleased that they were going to be left behind.

When Snotlout saw Fang's agreement to the suggestion, he managed to smile, slowly getting back to his feet. The raw fact that he had nearly talked about his father felt like a fresh blow to his head, but moved past it as best he could. After all, his head was finally feeling normal again, he didn't exactly want to experience the dull drumming of pain from it again. Or have Fishlegs help him get better. The boy was a mess.

Adjusting his helmet on his head, Snotlout fixed his shirt, which had been padded. His mother had come close to making him wear the strange metal plates that Hiccup wore, but Snotlout had no desire to enter the battle in any other way but the Viking way. He'd take a bludgeon, equip himself with a shield, and give those metal plates to Hookfang but nothing more.

"So, are you guys really going to sneak onto a ship?" he pried

Ruffnut grinned, feeling the sense of adventure crawling through her skin as she nodded. She looked over at her brother, who broke into his flashy smile, eyes narrowing with delight at the thought of doing something they shouldn't. Stoick would probably have their hides should they survive, but that was what made these things all the more exciting. Nothing like a good spine-tingling thrill to make life all the more awesome. When they looked back forward, Snotlout was shrugging, seeming content with the answer as he started walking in the direction of the meeting spot where the dragon riders would be meeting. He raised a hand to wave to them as he went off, informing them that he would let Hiccup know.

As he disappeared around a corner, Ruffnut turned to look at their dragon and the little Terror that sat in front. Belch's head was still raised and Barf slowly lifted his. They two heads blinked with a sadness in the depths of their eyes. Ruffnut actually felt her stomach clench and she hated it. She wandered forward, letting Belch rest his big head in her arms as she wrapped her hands around him.

"We'll be back soon. Just rest up. We've brought you plenty of fish and Fang can help you if you need anything else. Just get better, okay?" she soothed, hating this because it felt too much like when they had to leave him on Dragon Island after Mildew convinced the village that dragons were bad. It ripped her heart and that was one feeling she did not approve of.

She could hear Tuffnut speaking to Barf. When he was done, she released Belch and switched with him to give the other head a hug. Barf responded sullenly, seeming to want to tell them something, but not knowing Norse to tell it. It had never troubled Ruffnut before, but Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs had always expressed discontent over not knowing what their dragons were trying to tell them all the time. Now, however, she understood what the three meant. She pulled away and gazed into Barf's yellow eyes like the answer would be there, but she found nothing but a vast, bright yellow.

"Lets go, Ruff," Tuffnut called to her.

Ruffnut nodded, turning and darting away. It didn't occur to her until they reached the docks that they had forgotten to add extra padding or plate metal. So they had no armor. And they would be with the ground force. She paused as Tuffnut scoped the ships, trying to seem casual about being down on the docks. People bustled around them, knocking into them every once and a while, sending them off balance until they grabbed one another for support. Ruffnut was getting irritated. She could barely make out the faces of the people, the docks being darker with the sun still having not risen and the light barely seeping into the area from over the large rocky landscape and the great sails of boats.

"There! We can hide among the weapon crates," Tuffnut pointed, whispering softly to her as he pulled her close.

Ruffnut grinned, nodding her head. That was actually a good idea because they had forgotten their weapons, too.

Why were they being allowed to go to war again?

Hiccup, Toothless, Astrid, Stormfly, Fishlegs, and Meatlug came up from behind everyone to the ledge where the dragons would take off. Nadders, Nightmares, Gronckles, and Zipplebacks all mingled about everywhere, causing a cacophony of noise that mixed in with the shouts and orders and greetings of the Viking people that were scattered among them. Hiccup let Toothless take the lead to clear the path to get them to the front. He looked at the grim faces of his fellow villagers as he passed, feeling a small stab inside him that couldn't help thinking this was his fault.

He knew it wasn't, his father had tried to press that upon him multiple times over the week. However, when part of the reason Alvin was outcasted involved him, he couldn't help but feel like some of the responsibility was hammering down onto him. Stoick had shaken his head at that idea and told Hiccup that it was all his fault, not Hiccup's. After all, Alvin wouldn't have turned out the way he had if Stoick and the others had just treated him a bit differently.

Stoick had laughed about that, as well, saying that even if Alvin had been a buff man, then it would still be hard to be nice to him because his personality lacked charm, sincerity, and generally anything nice. For a little guy, he sure had an attitude.

Reaching the front of the group, Toothless moved to stand next to Hookfang, who was waiting alone. Hoark, the Viking that would be helping to lead the dragon squadron of the army, was prepping the Nadder that he would ride, checking her armor plate for anything that might loosen it. Hookfang yanked his head up upon seeing the familiar faces, scanned them, but then realized that his rider was not among them. He moved to put his head back down and Hiccup found himself on the alert, wondering why Snotlout wasn't here, yet.

"Where's Snotlout?" Astrid questioned not a moment after, walking up beside Hiccup and crossing her arms. Her eyes were narrowed at Hookfang, like she expected the dragon to answer. The Nightmare merely flicked his tail, seemingly bored.

Hiccup turned to face her, shrugging his shoulders and sniffing lightly, "I don't know."

"Don't worry, your savior is right here, don't get your pants in a bundle."

Snotlout was striding up to them, chest puffed up as usual. It was a nice sight for once, and Hiccup had to smile at the boy's arrogance. He noticed Astrid was smiling lightly, too, just glad to see the Snotlout they all knew and somewhat loved.

"Our pants in a bundle?" Fishlegs questioned, looking up from where he had been stroking Meatlug, whispering soft words of comfort.

Snotlout glanced over at him like it was no big deal, waving his hand and declaring, "Whatever."

"Where were you? And where are the twins?" Astrid finally piped up, watching as Snotlout marched by them to get to Hookfang, who raised his head and accepted a pat on the nose.

"I went to go get them. However, Barfbelch is sick."

"Sick?" Hiccup asked, stepping forward and feeling concern bubble in his belly.

Snotlout nodded. "Fang's going to watch them."

Fishlegs came to stand beside Astrid and Hiccup, "Fang?"

"Yeah, Tuff and Ruff snuck onto one of our boats so that they could join the fight."

Snotlout was treating it like no big deal. Hiccup couldn't believe this, his mouth falling slightly open. When he twisted his head to look at Fishlegs and Astrid, he could see his own expression mirrored in theirs. He turned back to his cousin, shaking his head, "And you just let them do this?"

"What, I'm not their... mom," Snotlout shrugged, turning and sliding onto Hookfang's neck.

The Nightmare raised it, letting out a bellow of approval, signaling that the dragons were ready to go. Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs all bit their lips, but moved to their dragons, seating themselves in the saddles. Hiccup hooked himself in, tugging at the cord to make sure it was secure. He raised his face back up to the horizon, a wind picking up and blowing a cool breeze into their faces, tussling their hair. He glanced to his right where Snotlout was, fists curled around Hookfang's horns. To Hiccup's left, Astrid was shifting about in her saddle, then reaching down to make sure her axe was tied in tight to its "sheath" of sorts. To her left, Fishlegs had just placed his hammer in the attached bag and was resuming his loving patting of Meatlug, still whispering softly to her.

Hiccup chuckled lightly, facing back forward. His eyes dropped a little to peer upon Toothless' face. The Night Fury had his head craned around to look up at him, flashing a gum colored smiled. Snorting and twitching his head eagerly, the dragon wiggled about beneath him, scratching the ground with his claws. Hiccup managed to smile, reaching forward and scratching the side of Toothless' neck encouragingly.

"Hope your courage rubs off on me, bud. Lets do this. Together."

Toothless let out a soft roar of agreement, then spread his wings out, nearly knocking Astrid and Snotlout off their dragons. They cried out angrily, but Toothless and Hiccup ignored them, Hiccup grinning and grabbing the handle of the saddle. His fists tightened as the sound of a horn burst into the air, meaning the ships were taking off. In one powerful downward stroke, Toothless was shooting upward and Hiccup felt the rush crash into him and gravity release. He pressed himself closer to the saddle, waiting for the cue to flick his foot and open the tail.

Once they were level, Hiccup released his tight hold, sitting up and glancing over his shoulder. Behind him, a swarm of fifty something dragons were climbing into the air behind him. He then shot his gaze downward, looking for the ships. Their rickety forms were fighting against the ocean, tossing about in the sloping waves as they slowly sailed out towards the bursting of the sun over the horizon. A flash of colors and a beam of gold, Hiccup nearly had to squint from being blinded. Toothless took another powerful beat of his wings before purring a gentle question.

"Yeah, bud, lets go."

Toothless was the first to dive down to the ships. About twenty hulking boats were sliding through the water, wakes bubbling behind them. Toothless came level with Stoick's ship on on side while Stormfly banked down to the other side. Stoick and Gobber raised up ropes and each one tossed theirs out to Hiccup and Astrid. Hiccup just managed to grasp his, then bent over, handing it to Toothless, who gripped it in his two front paws. Once wound securely between his fingers, he sped up, Stormfly mimicking except she had to hold the rope with her back legs seeing as she lacked front ones. The two dragons kept a steady pace with each other, dragging the boat behind them at a faster pace than if they merely let the winds blow them. Hiccup glanced behind and saw the other boats and dragons were doing fine.

When he faced back forward, he unconsciously curled his fingers around the handle, biting his lip and knowing that beyond the horizon, though the sun was shining so brilliantly, a storm was brewing.

Beneath him, Toothless could sense his anxiety and moaned softly, trying to look back without careening into the ocean. Hiccup glanced into the soft, worried eyes of his best friend and sighed softly, wondering if anything could ever get past his intelligent Night Fury. He shook his head, offering a simple, "I'm nervous, bud. I'll be all right. It's just hard not to be after how the previous battle ended up."

At the thought of the ending of the last endeavor, his leg, his wrist, the wounds of his friends', the death of his uncle, Hiccup felt a draining, like his energy had pooled up inside of him and then was released as a spiraling waterfall into the sea. He groaned, tearing his thoughts away from the past and trying to refocus on the future. Outcast Island wasn't even in sight, yet.

Not much time later, though, the tip of the mountain came into view. Hiccup sat up and twisted in his seat to meet the gaze of his father. The man nodded, twining a finger through his curly beard. Hiccup ordered Toothless to drop back so the Night Fury slowed, Stormfly following suit. The two dragons ease back as the boat resumed its lurching pace. Toothless sailed over it, dropping the rope down to Gobber before darting out of the way to let Stormfly do the same.

"Hiccup," Stoick called up and Hiccup nodded to show he was listening. "The clouds have moved in."

Hiccup repeated his nod, but shot his eyes skyward for a second to see the overcast sky that was blanketing the world in a dim shine of grey. He looked back down to his father, awaiting the order he was sure to come.

"Get all the dragons to fly above the clouds and vanish. Maybe we'll have an advantage if we can get you guys in without being seen."

Toothless beat the wind and, with Hiccup controlling the tail, began to sail up into the sky. Hiccup raised and arm and pointed upward. The Vikings following raised their fists in acknowledgement. So Toothless rose up into the air and spun through the clouds. He leveled back out once he was above the cotton candy puffs and Hiccup waited as, one by one, the rest of the squad came up behind them.

Stormfly beat her wings to get up alongside them and Astrid called out, "When do you think we should go down?"

"I bet we'll hear something that might work as a good signal," Hiccup shrugged.

Astrid seemed irritated by the reply, but didn't respond. She turned her face back forward, eyes darkening. The air seemed to stiffen as everyone waited for the inevitable. For the battle to begin. For blood to shed and lives to be lost and, yet, a glimmer of hope radiated through them all. To be rid of Alvin forever, to be free of the threat of the outcasts and possibly even the Folk i Isen. It was a joyous thought. Could peace truly exist on Berk?

That was when they heard the first scream.

"I choose this one," Tuffnut decided, pulling out the double ended spear from the weapons box.

Ruffnut glanced at the one in her own hand, puzzled. She was holding a double ended spear herself. They had just spent a good ten minutes bickering over it. Go figure there was another one in the pile that they could have easily solved their problems with. They jumped when Phlegma came marching over. The woman had discovered them the ten minutes ago.

"You won't be needing the spears, you're not leaving the boat," she ordered, jabbing a finger at the two.

Ruffnut rolled her eyes, shaking her head and shrugging, "Try and stop us!"

"Yeah... Or... wait, what is she trying to stop us from doing?" Tufnut drawled.

Ruffnut brought a hand to her face, rubbing her temples. Honestly, she knew she wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, but sometimes Tuffnut could sure make her seem a genius. Not that she didn't mind being the smart one, but sometimes it seriously sucked when your brother was dumber than... anything. Just as she was about to punch him, smack him, or just scold him, the boat vibrated, shaking wildly beneath their feet.

Tuffnut and Phlegma were knocked to the deck while Ruffnut stumbled to the side, leaning over the edge. That was when she saw the massive, dark form slink out beneath the boat. It caused the water to ripple and another shake. She heard one Viking ask what was happening, but found her throat was lodged, like something thick and gooey was stuck in it. She trembled, fingers white as they gripped the edge, watching the darkness swallowing the area around the boat.

That was when a great blast of water broke up from beneath the deck, splintering the boat in two. Shattered and useless, it caved in on itself as the mighty beast that caused the damage reared its head out of the water nearby.

Ruffnut just managed to scream into the air before the sinking half of the boat she was on jerked and she was tossed into the frigid ocean.

A bit slow at the start, but hopefully exciting at the end ;D

Hope that makes up for the previous chapter. Maybe I should have combined them... Yeah, perhaps. Oh, well, too late now xD

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Nice/encouraging/constructive reviews, please? ^^;

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Deyoxis