A/N: Hello everyone, so here's the next chapter and I hope that you all enjoy it. People are probably going to hate me since it ends with a cliffhanger. Oh and the chapters are getting longer and longer. More I'm not going to say and please enjoy and tell me what you thought of it.

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Murtagh stared as he leaned against the wall, eying the Vikings from the side as Stoick gave them their final instructions. The warriors quickly left the Great Hall, leaving only Stoick, the kids and Murtagh in the room. It was now that the dragon rider came forward.

Murtagh eyed the group and saw how Stoick looked worriedly at his son. 'So does someone want to explain to me why this Alvin guy is attacking Berk?'

The other looked worriedly at each other and it was Hiccup that replied. 'He's here for me...'

'Why?'

'He wants me to train dragon's for his use, but I always refused, knowing that he would use the dragons for war.'

Murtagh breathed deeply, he knew such men, he had once been a prisoner of one. His mind shifted slightly to the memory of Galbatorix and shivers ran down his spine. 'I will help.' He said as his hand reached for his sword. He felt Zar'roc's handle, pulling the sword out of its shaft as he eyed the blood red metal.

'Whoa, it's the same color as Thorn's scales.' He heard Ingrid Mumble besides him.

Stoick looked at him with suspicion clearly spread in his eyes. 'Why?'

He turned to the man. 'Because I have seen what men like that can do, what they can destroy, how many families they can rip apart.' He clenched his teeth together as he glared at the chief.

'What happened?' Hiccup asked, and as he looked at the others he could see how desperately they wanted to know too.

'... Let's just say that I have had my fair share of wicked men.' He crossed his arms. 'But that isn't the important thing here, we have to prevent that man from overtaking Berk.'

'Yes, he's right.' Stoick eventually said as he turned to the teenagers. 'We have work to do right now, and you can always interrogate him after we have chased the Outcasts away.' The chief slammed his big hand on his son's skinny shoulders, causing the boy to stumble forward. 'Now all of you be careful, let's go.'

Murtagh nodded and he and the others quickly made their way towards their dragons. 'We're going to fight?' Thorn spoke through his mind as he looked at him with his dark intelligent eyes.

The rider looked once into his eyes before lifting himself onto the red dragon's back. 'Yes, their leader probably wants to capture Hiccup, we have to prevent that.' He saw how Thorn nodded before the dragon's head turned around and Murtagh himself looked at Hiccup, eying the young skinny boy with worry. He could feel the pressure spread over the boy's shoulders and he felt such a strong desire to protect him.

Toothless jumped up and spread his wings, flying up as the other dragons followed. Murtagh closed his eyes as he felt the familiar force of air brush against his cheeks, even after all these years he still enjoyed ever single second on Thorn's back.

He opened his eyes again and stared down, eying the enemy's ships and he bit his lip. The Outcasts had more soldiers than there were people on Berk, his eyes shifted towards the one legged boy, he could see how his shoulders tensed even further and with a strong wind stroke he and Thorn flew next to him, making sure not to be too close that they would blow the other two away. 'Everything will turn out alright.'

Hiccup looked at him and slowly nodded. 'I hope so.'

'I know, trust me.' Murtagh shouted back and he and Hiccup smiled at each other for another moment before the boy turned back to his friends.

'We fight for Berk!' As Hiccip shouted those words they dived down, targeting the Outcasts as they landed on Berk's shores.

Murtagh again bit his lip as he eyed the sharp edges of their swords, all of the weapons were plain and seemed to be mass produced, but even so he could see how easily they would cut through skin... and scales. Every single time they went to battle he feared for Thorn's welfare, he knew the dragon acted tough, but he also knew what was inside the creature's mind and heart.

Thorn breathed fire and blew up one of the ships, disabling the catapults on board. He heard the men yell in fear as they jumped into the water while the boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

'Let me down.'

They were simple words, but he could feel the fear in Thorn's mind as the red dragon's head snapped around, eying his rider with shock. 'What! Why?'

'You can't blow fire as we don't want to hurt the people of Berk, so my sword is the only way we can do much damage to the Outcasts.' Thorn whimpered slightly, but did what had been asked and began to descend to the ground. 'Try and see what you can do from the air... I will be fine.'

'Just be careful.' Was Thorn's only response as he let Murtagh off his back and quickly flew into the air again. The raven turned around, unseating his sword as the red blade shined dangerously in the sunlight.

He quickly blocked his first attacker's hit and slashed to his stomach, he ran past the man as the Outcast sank to the ground, his eyes searching for Alvin. He knew that if he at least could hurt the man that his followers would retreat, he just felt that he needed to protect these people... He knew why... because he wasn't able to prevent the people in Alagaësia from getting killed, because there, he was one of the killers.

It wasn't long before he spotted Alvin, he and Stoick were standing eye to eye, both their weapons raised in the air as they waited for the other to make the first move. Murtagh quickly made his way towards the two men, eying them just like the men around them, no one dared to interfere.

'So where's your lil' boy, Stoick?' Alvin roared in a wicked voice, a voice filled with anger and darkness. It was a voice not much different from the one he had heard before, it was like Galbatorix's.

The chief straightened his back, glaring at the other with a murderous look in his eyes. 'Don't you dare lay a hand on him, I won't allow it!' He took a step forward.

Alvin just laughed again before he turned sligthly to his men. 'What're you all standing there for, kill them!' The last he growled and the Outcasts didn't need any more encouragement before they ran towards the people of Berk.

Murtagh jumped forward, Zar'roc pointed at the first man's stomach, cutting it before slamming at another man. Metal hit metal and the air was soon filled with many noises, pain filled shouts and men's last dead breaths. He tried his best to protect as many people as possible, but he couldn't stop people from being killed.

He turned around and all blood drained out of his face, he saw Alvin standing above Stoick, his weapon raised high above his head as a wide smirk was spread over his face. He was ready to deal the final blow.

Murtagh took a quick breath before he pushed his way through the crowed, praying that it wasn't too late as he saw the sword going down.

He shot his sword forward and he blocked the hit just before it cut Stoick's throat. Murtagh roared as he pushed Alvin back, standing protectively in front of Berk's chief.

Alvin looked amused at him. 'And who's this little boy?'

Murtagh narrowed his eyes. 'This little boy is named Murtagh and I'm not afraid of you!' Without another word he ran forward, his sword in front of him as he faced the wicked man. Their swords met and he could feel the strength of the larger man, but he wouldn't give in. He was a dragon rider and he wasn't going to give in to such a lowlife of a man.

He pressed back before they separated again and he quickly returned for another attack. He heard Alvin yell in pain at the same time that he felt how Zar'roc's blade touched skin, but he immediately knew that it was just a shallow gash. Alvin hissed slightly as he clutched his left hand against his side.

But as his eyes shot upwards he didn't see anger, but a mix of approval and a slight hint of joy. 'You're really good... Yeah, really good.' With his other hand Alvin leaned on his sword. 'I'm willing to offer you the place as my right hand... or if you decide to refuse then a single trip to the land of the death.'

Murtagh's face turned into one of pure disgust. 'Me... working for you? Never! I'm not planning on working for men like you ever again!' He hissed. 'And I'm also not planning on dying any time soon!'

Alvin was clearly not happy about that as his eyes darkened. 'Fine.' He snarled as he lifted his sword again. 'Then you will die.' Their swords clashed again and the two men were equals, the one having strength, the other having skill.

But what Murtagh wasn't prepared for was a flash of silver as Alvin drew a hidden knife. He jumped backwards, trying to prevent the knife from embedding itself in his stomach, but as he did so he stumbled backwards and fell backwards to the ground.

Alvin was immediately upon him, staring at him with a wicked grin on his face and Murtagh's eyes grew wide with fear before he squeezed them tight, waiting for the final blow, the final pain.

But it never came, instead he heard a dragon's roar and Alvin was thrown off him. The rider quickly got to his feet as his eyes shot over the ground, the Outcast's leader lay a few feet away, groaning as blood dripped down his head. His eyes snapped further, seeing how both Toothless and Hiccup lay on the ground. Toothless groaned from the impact as the boy slowly made his way to his feet.

He quickly ran to the one legged boy. 'Hiccup, are you alright.' He asked worriedly.

Big green eyes looked up at him and Hiccup nodded. 'Yeah, just a little scratch.' The eyes then grew slightly as he eyed the older man worriedly. 'And you, I saw you go down!'

Murtagh gave him a reassuring smile. 'I'm fine, bu-.'

He couldn't finish his words as they again heard a loud growl and their heads snapped around, just in time to see Alvin standing behind them and a large pain filled yell left Hiccup's lips.