Chapter 2:

This message is for Ferdoos, please don't tell anyone about the Weredragon's identity. I mean, it could be who you think it is, or it could be the Infector. Anyway, if anyone thinks hat this story is a bit rushed, then I apologize.

That night, the clouds parted to reveal the full moon, which made the night brighter than it usually was. Night owl Vikings worked in the moonlight, doing late night jobs such as carrying the remaining baskets of fish to the food storage. But they didn't know that they were being watched.

A pair of glowing green eyes were watching the Vikings carry basket after basket of fish into the food storage. As soon as the last of the food was stored, and the Vikings headed home to rest, the figure crept out of the shadows.

It was a dragon. It had green scales covering its body, a long prehensile tail, four powerful legs, and huge wings. It was rather lean, and it had a mouthful of sharp teeth, along with huge canines. After making sure that the coast was clear, the dragon walked over to the food storage building. Pulling the door open, it walked inside, using its tail to shut the door behind it. The dragon than grabbed the nearest basket of fish and opened it. It stuck its head inside the basket and started to eat the fish inside. In less than a few seconds, all of the fish in the basket were eaten, and the dragon pulled its head out of the basket to reveal the last fish in its jaws. Tipping its head back, the dragon swallowed the fish in one gulp.

The dragon continued to eat basket after basket of fish, until at least a third of the fish was gone. The dragon licked its lips. Now it was thirsty. It pushed the door open and spotted a water trough nearby. It walked over and started to drink out of it. It swallowed the water in huge gulps, drinking until the trough was completely empty. Satisfied, the dragon then approached a large torch, which was out at the moment, and with one swipe of its front paw, left a bunch of claw marks on it. This was his territory. Now even more satisfied, the dragon curled around the torch, lay down, and started to doze off.

The full moon was still shining bright in the sky.

No one was aware of the strange dragon in the plaza. They were more concerned about getting their rest.

Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe, was inside his house, drinking a cup of mead. "You're sure it was a good idea to finish the food storage job at night?" asked a Viking with one arm and one leg missing. "I'm positive, Gobber," Stoick replied, "All of the dragons are inside, the food is inside, and therefor, I can guarantee that all of that food is untouched."

But Stoick was wrong. The food had been touched. Just not by a normal dragon.

The strange dragon was still asleep in the plaza, its long tail curled around its body. The dragon was snoring loudly, but it seemed as though no one could hear it. It suddenly woke up, and looked up at the full moon. It then lifted its head into the sky and howled. This caught the attention of all the dragons, as they woke up to see the strange dragon howling at the full moon. The dragons all shrank into the shadows, not wanting to be spotted. The dragon stopped howling and looked at all of the other dragons that were trying to hide from it. The dragon hung its head down to show that it wasn't a threat. Out of all the other dragons that approached it, a black figure caught its attention.

It was Toothless.

The Night Fury approached the dragon cautiously, in case it did anything violent. The dragon watched Toothless approach it. Then, it lowered its head in front of the confused Night Fury, and with a few gags, regurgitated half a fish. Toothless stared at the fish covered in the dragon's saliva. The dragon sat up, its eyes never leaving the Night Fury. Toothless stared at the dragon before looking down at the half-eaten fish. Grunting in indifference, Toothless picked up the fish and swallowed it in one gulp. The dragon seemed satisfied.

Toothless looked up at the strange dragon and noticed that there was something familiar about it...

Suddenly, and axe came flying out of nowhere, leaving a long gash on the side of the strange dragon's face. The dragon turned to see Astrid standing out in the open. She had returned from late-night practicing in the woods. The dragon slowly got up. It leaned down and grabbed the axe in its mouth. It then walked over to Astrid, who watched as it approached. Expecting it to attack her, Astrid braced herself. But the dragon simply set the axe down on the ground in front of her, and then nuzzled her hair.

Astrid's eyes shot open as she realized what the dragon had done. She looked up it, and noticed that the dragon seemed to be smiling at her. Why had it done that? Astrid tried to push this thought out of her mind, as she cautiously reached her hand out toward the dragon's snout. Her hand didn't get within 12 inches from the dragon before it pressed its snout onto her hand. Astrid's eyes widened as she watched the dragon rub its snout against her hand. She hadn't expected it to trust her so soon.

Then again, there was something rather familiar about the dragon's eyes...

The dragon suddenly pulled away, and then it spread its wings and took off, heading for the woods. Astrid watched it leave, confused at what had happened earlier.

Things were almost normal by the next morning. But the food storage was lacking in fish. And Hiccup was sleeping in longer than he usually did. Whenever anyone asked him what he was still doing in bed, his only response was, "I couldn't sleep."

Minutes later, Hiccup did get out of bed, but he climbed out his window and headed to the forge, grabbing his prosthetic leg before leaving. He returned half an hour later, just as Stoick was coming upstairs to check on him. "You alright, son?" Hiccup tried to force a smile. "I'm fine, Dad. I was just...tired." It was at that moment when Gobber burst into the house. "Stoick, something's happened at the food storage!" Stoick turned to look at Gobber.

"What?!"

Minutes later, more than half the village, including Stoick and the Riders, was standing in front of the food storage. There were empty fishing baskets everywhere. There was even a patch of shed skin hanging off the door handle. There was no doubt that a dragon had snuck in, but the question was what kind.

Vikings everywhere started accusing each other's dragons for breaking into the food storage, even the Riders. After a few minutes of accusations, Hiccup suddenly seemed to become very stressful. The more the Vikings argued, the more it ticked him off. Finally, he couldn't take it.

"Our dragons didn't do it! THEY DIDN'T DO IT!"

He suddenly calmed down, confused at his sudden outburst. He looked around to notice everyone staring at him. Embarrassed, he tried to think of what to say in order to explain the food storage break-in. "It...it wasn't one of our dragons, honest! It was...it was..." He suddenly came up with an idea.

"It was a Weredragon! I was going for a walk, and I saw this weird dragon go into the food storage. It used its tail to shut the doors behind it. I didn't know when it would come out, so I stayed hidden. It came out again, and then it drank all of the water that was in a food trough! Then it curled around a torch, left some scratch marks, and it went to sleep. It woke up later, and I think it howled at the moon. And that's when I got away."

"Wait a minute," Snotlout said, "You're saying that some kind of dragon just walked into the food storage, ate up the fish, drank some water, took a nap, and howled at the moon?" Hiccup rolled his eyes in frustration. "Yes!"

There was a moment of silence before Snotlout and the twins burst out laughing. Hiccup hung his head. Astrid suddenly stepped forward.

"It's true. I saw it."

Snotlout and the twins stopped laughing as Astrid explained what had happened. "I didn't however, see any sign of Hiccup," Astrid said, looking at him suspiciously. "That's because...I was gone!" Hiccup said in frustration.

Stoick sighed. "I don't care what happened, I just want this mess cleaned up by lunchtime. And we'll try to keep an eye out for this...Weredragon." He then walked off.

Hiccup was surprised at the fact that Stoick might have actually believed his story. Astrid just continued to give him a suspicious look.

Any of you already figured the whole secret to the Weredragon? Well, there's still a bit more to know about it, so hang tight. Review, follow, or favorite.