Assassin's Creed:Deliverance

by SirEmperorKhan II

Five years after Hiccup the Useless became an outlaw and disappeared, a mysterious figure was seen in the Viking Archipelago bearing a striking resemblance to him. Furthermore, he is offering Berk a way to end their war against dragons. Meanwhile, the Assassins and Templars are fighting for control of a Piece of Eden which grants its wielder the power to control dragons.

3. Chapter 1: Five Years Later

Five Years Later

Update Note: Hey everybody! So basically I re-uploaded this chapter to add three ne scene sat the end. The three scenes were supposed to be in the next chapter, but didn't quite fit and I felt like they were not long enough to make another chapter of their own.

The next chapter after this would be finished sometime during November. Enjoy the chapter!

Author's Note:

Warning: This story will feature the deaths of several characters that you would find familiar or even characters that you like. So proceed to the rest of this story with caution.

Now with that out of my conscience, SORRY FOR THE LATE CHAPTER! I was so distracted and busy in the past month so I didn't have much time to write this chapter. I was also busy writing my story for my first profile and I also have a new craze (Maze Runner) which I plan to write a story about (All you Maze Runner fans can check out my profile for more info).

But this chapter is here and it is longer than any of the previous chapters (although I planned for it to be longer, but I thought that this was a good place to stop.

So without further ado, Chapter 1 of Assassin's Creed: Deliverance.

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For as barbaric as the Outcasts were, their island was fairly peaceful, The Outcasts were all brothers in arms and wouldn't start a fight amongst themselves unless absolutely necessary.

So when night came and the parties died down, the island was quiet and surprisingly peaceful. With the only sounds being the haunting whistle of wind blowing through the dead forest that surrounded the village, and, on that particular night, the sound of the water lapping on the small fleet that silently approached the island.

The fleet consisted of nearly twenty longships, filled to the brim with Vikings. The ships were spread out to provide adequate space for them to land and for the Vikings on board to disembark. The ships that form the fleet were made of some of the toughest wood in the entire archipelago and were able to withstand heavy fire from arrows, musket fire, and, to some degree, dragon fire. Such ships were found nowhere else in the world but in the Viking archipelago for they were expensive and impractical, but in that archipelago, such ships determined the survival of any tribe. Their masts were tall and carried sails that were larger than the boats that held them up. Imprinted on the sail was the infamous Night Fury, curved into a circle with one of its tailfin painted red instead of black like the rest of the dragon-the latest crest of Berk, designed to keep one of their greatest enemies in memory.

The fleet noiselessly closed in on the island, so far their secrecy had paid off as they have not yet been spotted, but the Vikings knew that sooner or later, they would be seen. And it was so, that as they approached the stretch of beach that they had hoped to land on a nearby watchtower rang the alarm, but it was too late as the fleet were already landing by the time any Outcast were ready to fight. The Berkians, however, had enough time to bombard the tower with arrows and cannons that they traded from the mainland before they landed.

The largest of the longships, the flagship, was the first to land and the first man off the boat was Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk. The large man leapt off the ship with a loud war cry, and he charged into the woods that surrounded the Outcast village. Hundreds of war cries arose as the Vikings of Berk begin pouring out of the ships as soon as it hits sand (and in some cases even before touching the beach).

It didn't take long for an entire army of Vikings to form up behind Stoick, all, brothers-in-arms, charging through a forest of dead trees with one goal, ending the threat of Outcast raids.

Stoick was a fearless leader and one of the best that Berk has seen in a long time. He was charismatic and brotherly to his own brethren, but fierce and stoic to any enemy. Having him as an ally is a blessing, but to be his enemy is to have great confidence and power, or great stupidity. He is also smarter than most Vikings, which stems from the fact that he learns from his experiences and the experience of others. He considers all of his losses and mistakes lessons from which he learns from, and there are very few things that he regrets.

Up ahead, Stoick saw an army of Outcasts has formed to defend their village from the attackers. They recovered faster than I thought. Stoick knew that the location of their battle would not affect the overall plan of attack and that the Outcasts did not have enough time to form any useful defensive strategy , but he had hoped that they would have been able to fight closer to the village. But Stoick didn't have time to regret his lack of speed, so he stored the lesson and charged into the army of Outcasts with another war cry.

The two armies clashed in a small clearing in the middle of the woods. The Outcasts were badly outnumbered since most of them weren't ready yet, but they fought to the death for their village.

Stoick swung his hammer and sent an Outcast flying away while his brother, Spitelout, took out another Outcast who tried to ambush a busy Stoick. Stoick gave his brother a nod of gratitude before he sent another Outcast flying out of sight. The duo were deep in the enemy lines while the rest of the army were still a whiles away. But in the middle of the chaos, Stoick saw his best friend Gobber the Belch making his way over and taking out any Outcast that tried to stop him with his prosthetic ax arm.

"Gobber! Thought you missed the party!" Spitelout laughed as he slashed an Outcast in the chest.

"Nah, was just caught up back there." Gobber answered back as he reached the two brothers. "Though I thought that this would be harder. I even packed extra undies. You think that they might be on another raid?" Gobber asked as he cut down an Outcast with his prosthetic ax arm.

Stoick shook his head and smashed another Outcast before answering, "We've caught them by surprise, I bet most of them are still looking for their left sock. Hel, I wouldn't be surprised if some of them are still asleep. Besides, we took down most of them in the last raid. They lost more than half their men according to Fishlegs."

"Ah, Fishlegs. That boy is a gift from Odin. A true genius he is." Spitelout piped up as he stabbed another Outcast. "We would all be dead or slaves of the Outcasts if he hadn't spoken up that day."

True enough, Fishlegs did spoke up when the watchtower saw Outcast ships in the distance and came up with an effective defense which saw the outcast drop in numbers. In fact, Fishlegs was the brain behind the current raid on Outcast Island.

"Aye!" Gobber shouted in agreement as he sent another Outcast to Helheim. "A genius he is! Might very well be Berk's new hope!"

"But he still hasn't contributed to our war against the dragons!" Stoick shouted in frustration as he took out his anger on an unfortunate Outcast. Now it wasn't that Stoick was ungrateful or anything; in fact, Fishlegs is now a member of Stoick's council of advisors. But from experience, Stoick knew that smart people were curious people, and sometimes smart people can be too curious for their own good. One of the few events Stoick regrets thought him that, and he was sure not to make the same mistake again.

While Fishlegs has not shown any signs of getting close to solving the dragon raid's pattern, there have been rumors that he has been scavenging the island for any remnants of Hiccups old works. When Stoick asked, Fishlegs simply said that Hiccup knew more about the dragons than anyone, and that he might be able to find a weakness in Hiccup's old writings. Stoick was getting worried about this new hobby of Fishlegs, especially since he hasn't had any successful ideas to stop the dragons; and their raids were getting worse every time.

Gobber just sighed as he knew what Stoick was thinking. "You got to give that kid some credit Stoick, the Outcasts were making things worse. He bought us more time to deal with the dragons. I'm sure he's already thinking of ways to help against the dragons."

"He better be," was all Stoick answered as he return his attention to the battle.

Meanwhile, at another part of the island, another smaller group of about five longships were approaching a beach behind the Outcast village. Astrid and the other teens were a part of this division.

Astrid was to lead the group into the village, take out whoever were still inside and raze the city to the ground. After that, they would attack the Outcasts from behind, provided that they continue to fight, if not they would chase down the fleeing Outcasts while the battle weary Vikings plunder the village. A solid plan concocted by Fishlegs the Intelligent, the new hope of Berk.

Once upon a time, Astrid would have been jealous of someone else being the greatest Viking, but now she has grown up and accepted the fact that his brain alone is worth more than any warrior. She knew that her pride and arrogance may have caused the last resident genius to become desperate for fellowship.

Astrid sighed to herself as the ships neared the beach, there's no point in dwelling on the past, and chances are, she would never see him again. He might even be dead right now for all I know, eaten by those he sought to protect.

The moment her ship touched sand, Astrid was off her boat and rallying the Vikings. Snotlout was right behind and he was soon followed up by the twins, Tuffnut and Ruffnut. Fishlegs was also a part of this group, but he lagged behind a little.

Astrid stood and stared at the lives that have been entrusted into her hands. She could feel the pressure that Stoick feels during their weekly raids. Her small army numbered to be about fifty and consisted mostly of the younger generation of Berk.

"Everyone knows their role?" Astrid addressed the army and was replied by a chorus of cheers. It wasn't a direct answer, but Astrid got the message. And she nodded in affirmation and ran the plan through her head one final time.

Their primary goal is to set fire to the village and pillage it, dividing into two groups that will sweep in from the east and west of the village. Once that was done, they would charge into the backs of the Outcasts, who would no doubt lose morale when they see that their village has been burnt. This is why Astrid's army would also have the job of sweeping up the scattered enemy to prevent them from regrouping and causing more problems in the future.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut were the only two permitted to stay in the village to see that the village burns all the way to the ground (they have a knack for doing that).Fishlegs would stay behind the army to direct them. Snotlout on the other hand would be on the front line since he was one of Berk's greatest warriors.

Taking a closer look at the ragtag army that she has been given, Astrid realized how much they all have changed in just five years. Five years ago, they could joke around and take life lightly. But the increasing raids and the Outcast attacks have ensured that they all lost loved ones, and that changed them (with the twins being the only exceptions). Now, they all had to stand up and take a role in the war.

"We will divide into two groups now, the first, led by me, would sweep in from the east; Snotlout would lead the second group from the west. We will meet up at the dragon arena in the middle of the village and lock up Alvin there if we find him. Then we charge into the backs of those scoundrels." Astrid announced with power, "You know your groups gather up and get ready to storm the village. Today we take another step of survival and destroy those who sought to destroy us! Today we end the threat of the Outcasts!" The army cheered for Astrid and her fine speech. They all knew that she was a great leader and that she might even be a good wife for the new chief.

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"Dammit, we're late!" Hiccup cursed as Toothless circles the village from above. Hiccup could see that the main force of the Vikings was winning against the inferior Outcasts. He also noticed the small backdoor army sneaking around the village. Hiccup knew that he had only a few minutes at most to complete his mission.

"How are things looking?" Hiccup's partner, a girl riding a Razorwhip (a four legged dragon with metallic scales, a long neck, razor sharp wings, and a long metal horn on its snout) asked. The girl herself had green eyes, which was partially covered by the hood that was attached to her black, long sleeved shirt. The bottom half of her face was covered by a brown mask, which muffled her voice a bit. She also wore dark grey pants, brown, fur-lined boots, and metallic skirt, shoulder guards, knee pads, and bracers. A sword was strapped to her belt as well as other gadgets and weapons like throwing knives, smoke bombs, and a pistol.

"Bad," was all Hiccup answered as he turned his attention back to the village. In the center of the village was a dragon arena much like the one in Berk. On a hill behind sat house of Alvin the Treacherous, which was the largest house on the island. In front of the arena was the village square. There were houses and shops surrounding the arena on either side but most of them were empty, as all the men had joined the battle against the invading Berkians.

While Hiccup was observing the village below, his partner looked at the young man whom she has grown to call brother. He wore a traditional black Assassin robe, which included a hood that covered the upper parts if his face. His belt was lined with gadgets and weapons not unlike the ones she have. He had a pair of metal bracers on his wrists that contained within them the infamous hidden blade that the Assassin's Order was feared for. But Hiccup's blade was different from the rest, this is a design that he made with his own hands. Its design eliminates the need to remove ones ring finger yet still allowed convenient usage, along with other little secrets…

Heather shook herself out of her trance and noticed that Hiccup was caught up in his own thoughts. Heather knew Hiccup long enough to know what he is thinking about. And so she decided to snap him out of his memories before he gets emotional. "Should we abort mission?" Heather knew his answer to the question, but she asked anyway.

Hiccup turned to her surprised but quickly found his bearings. "No, if we don't take out Alvin, they will" Hiccup quickly answered. "We need his information and the dragons."

Heather nodded in agreement, "So what's the plan?"

Hiccup returned his attention to the village and answered, "We'll head for arena first; he isn't the kind of person to charge into the battlefield." Hiccup turned to Heather before continuing, "If he doesn't show up, then I'll search his house, you release the dragons."

"Sounds like a plan." Heather directed her Razorwhip, Windshear, closer to the surface, but high enough that they won't capture the immediate attention of the two armies. Hiccup lowered Toothless alongside her and their dragons begin circling the village square.

Hiccup glanced back and saw that Astrid and her small battalion were busy fighting some Outcast guards. Good. "Toothless," Hiccup leaned into his friends ear and whispered, "I'll be jumping off here, so I'm setting the tailfin to automatic. Stay nearby and keep an eye on us. You know what to do." Toothless growled in annoyance but nodded his head. Hiccup nodded and switched the tail-fin to automatic mode before turning to Heather. "Those idiots left a haystack here, I'm jumping." Hiccup called back to his partner before getting up on Toothless' back and leaping off.

Hiccup closed his eyes and placed his faith in his instincts. He could feel the wind rushing past his face and pushing him back but he kept on falling. He counted for five seconds before opening his eyes and turning on his back to soften the blow. As soon as he landed, he quickly crawled into the haystack.

Hiccup heard Heather landed in the haystack beside his own and he dared a peek out. Coast is clear. Hiccup jumped out of the haystack and was quickly joined by Heather, who heard him jump out.

Hiccup signaled Heather to follow him and the pair sneaked over to the arena. The arena was similar to that of Berk's, it was a brick structure that was shaped in a circle, inside was the ring with rows of seats outside a dome-shaped grid of metal bars that prevented dragons from flying away. The walls on the inside of the ring were lined with heavy wooden doors that kept all sorts of dragon species behind.

Hiccup and Heather walked carefully through a gate that was held suspended by a large chain. Upon entering, Hiccup closed his eyes and cleared his mind; he sharpened his senses and focused on his surroundings. Though his eyes were closed, his mind painted a picture of his surroundings. He could see the dragons that were trapped behind the door. A Nadder, a Nightmare, a Gronkle, a Screaming Death, and a Timberjack. In this state, Hiccup also picked up the signs of about a dozen Outcasts preparing to ambush them, he even notice that his target was walking up a flight of stairs that led him to the spectator's seats.

Heather noticed these things too and the pair walked to the center of the ring, giving no indication that they knew of the ambush. "Twelve, six for each of us," Heather muttered soft enough that only Hiccup could hear her. "Not very fair… for them."

Hiccup could tell that she was smirking and couldn't help but chuckle a little. Heather had a witty and sarcastic sense of humor that Hiccup only occasionally finds when they have guests from outside. It was part of what made Heather stand out from the rest of the Vikings, Hiccup could see a bit of himself in her. "Now, now, be nice to them."

Meanwhile, Hiccup noticed that Alvin had climbed up the stairs and was standing at the spectator's seating. "Ah, the Assassin's, I've been expecting you!" Alvin greeted with wide arms, as if he was inviting some old friends.

"Alvin, I'm touched. You even brought a welcoming party!" Hiccup greeted conversationally as he gestured to the suspiciously placed carets around the arena.

Alvin simply laughed in reply and raised his arm up, signaling the Outcasts to jump out from their hiding places and surround the pair. Just as the Assassins picked up, exactly twelve outcasts surrounded them with their swords drawn. About eight more were at the top of the arena with muskets that were trained on the two Assassins.

Hiccup took note of the muskets that the Outcasts had in their possession. Hiccup was trained to take out enemies with all kinds of weapons, so these Outcasts were not much of a problem to him and Heather. But it does signify that Alvin has been in contact with mainland Europe. The Templars here are more organized than I thought. "Muskets? Well you've been keeping up with times. Technology is great, huh?"

"I never thought that I would ever agree with an Assassin!" Alvin said with a laugh. "You're funny, I like you. Shame that I have to kill you."

"Kill me? I don't know if you noticed, but your army is having their asses handed to them." Hiccup mocked, but deep down, he knew that Alvin was smarter than anyone gave him credit for.

Alvin had a cocky grin on his face as he answered Hiccup, "I'm not a fool Assassin. I see the flanking army, and I'm ready."

On a building behind Alvin, a group of Outcasts were climbing to the roof with muskets, a barrel of gunpowder, and a box of bullets. As Hiccup watched, he could only conclude that there were more Outcasts hiding in the same way, waiting for their unsuspecting attackers to enter the village.

"See you in Hel Assassins." Alvin walked off with a laugh, probably to lead the ambush against the Berkians.

As soon as Alvin was out of sight, the Outcast warriors begin closing in on the Assassins. "I'll take the ones on the left?" Hiccup asked innocently.

Heather rolled her eyes at Hiccup before charging at two of the closest Outcasts. Hiccup quickly drew a pistol from his belt and fired at the nearest Outcast, shocking the nearby soldiers. Taking advantage of their shock, Hiccup charged forward and slashed an Outcast with his sword, Inferno, which seemingly materialized from nowhere. From the corner of his eyes, Hiccup noticed that the gunmen were recovering and were all aiming at him. Thinking quick, Hiccup grabbed his victim in a chokehold and used him as a meat shield. They would take a while to reload.

Once the Outcasts had emptied their muskets, Hiccup dropped the dead man and charged at a pair of Outcasts. He deflected the first strike that the Outcast on his left with his sword, which was held by his left hand. He quickly raised his right arm and uses his bracer to block the attack of the Outcast standing there. He then brought his arm down before swinging it back up and jerking his hand up, revealing the hidden blade which he sent into the man's neck.

In a fluid motion Hiccup pushed the dead Outcast at his partner and spun around. Using the momentum, he sank his hidden blade in another Outcast who was sneaking up behind him. Hiccup finished his circle by turning around at his previous opponent with a second pistol in hand. As soon as he shot the Outcast he turned and hit another Outcast with his pistol.

Hiccup grabbed his new victim and meat shield to protect himself from the Outcasts who finally reloaded their muskets. Once they fired their guns, Hiccup realized that none of them hit his meat shield. Bad aim, tsk, tsk. He finished the man off himself by snapping his neck and took a quick glance at his partner.

Heather haven't taken out any of her opponents, who were all now surrounding her. She twisted her hand enough to push a button on her bracer that released Zippleback gas from them. With a quick spin, Heather found herself surrounded by a circle of Zippleback gas, with six Outcast warriors inside coughing.

Calmly, Heather struck a match with she kept in her belt and threw it into the gas that surrounded her, creating ring of explosions around her and effectively taking out all of her enemies. Heather was unharmed by the fire because of her armor and fireproof clothing, made specifically for her so that she could do tricks like this.

"Show off," Hiccup mumbled, which garnered a smirk from Heather

Hiccup turned his attention to the gunmen above them just in time to see them run away without their guns.

"Hey, guys! Where aren't finished! Where are you going?" Hiccup called after them, but they did not even turn around to look. "Cowards..." Hiccup mumbled under his breath.

Hiccups attention was suddenly drawn outside when he heard a large number of loud footsteps. The main Outcast army is retreating; the Berkians are going to fall into the ambush.

While Hiccup couldn't care less if Berk gets crushed by a giant poodle, he knew that there was a chance that Alvin could get killed by the angry Vikings, or worse, Stoick gets killed and a Templar takes over the tribe, which would cause more problems.

"Heather, free the dragons," Hiccup ordered, "I'll get Alvin."

With a nod of resolve, Heather ran towards the nearest door and begins working on the lock. Hiccup meanwhile climbed to the top of the arena by using the scattered boxes and cracks on the ancient structure.

Upon reaching the top, Hiccup could hear Alvin shout, "Hold fire until you can see the white in their eyes!" a smart trick that ensures that every shot hits its target. It is seldom used against armies with melee weapons because they would reach the gunners before they have time to fire a second volley. But the Vikings of Berk were spread out so thin that even the first volley could wipe them out. Mom won't be happy if I don't do anything about it

And so Hiccup ran as fast as he could across the outside of the arena towards a nearby house. Using the momentum from the run, Hiccup made an incredible leap, but that wasn't enough to help him reach the house. Hiccup stuck out his hand and grabbed the edge of the roof and quickly pulled himself up.

The two gunners on that house took notice of the commotion and soon found themselves face-to-face with an Assassin. Before either man could do anything, Hiccup lounged and silenced them with his hidden blade.

With that done, Hiccup stood at the edge of the roof where the two gunners were previously standing and took into account the situation. The Vikings of Berk were still raiding houses on the outer village, but several of them had noticed Alvin's men and were rallying the others to charge into battle. Gotta get Alvin before they arrive.

Alvin himself was standing behind a line of musket men in between two houses. The same alley that Stoick and his warriors were charging down. For a second, Hiccup was tempted to wait until the gunners kill the chief of Berk before killing Alvin, but ultimately decided against it because that would leave Berk open to Templar influence and it would be unfair to his mother.

Hiccup quickly ran and jumped across the houses using the acrobatic skills that he had mastered over the years. Within seconds he was on a house above Alvin, just in time as the Vikings were just about to reach the army. Thank Odin the Outcast have bad eyesight.

Hiccup took a few steps back and charged off the building.

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From the distance, Stoick thought that the Outcasts were holding formation as a sort of defensive tactic. He didn't think too much about it when he rallied his men for another charge into enemy lines.

He was joined very quickly by Gobber and several other Vikings all of whom were willing to lay down their lives for their chief. But as he drew closer, he saw that the Outcasts had in their possession muskets, but Stoick didn't worry. He knew very well how devastating the muskets could be, but they are inaccurate and take a long time to reload. There is a high chance that the first volley would miss most of them and they would be able to charge into the unarmed outcast before they can reload.

Stoick's confidence diminished slightly when the Outcasts stood there without firing. He thought that maybe they did not knew how to use the weapon or that they were too scared. But somehow he knew that that wasn't the case. The fact that Alvin was standing behind the line of Outcast should boost Stoick's confidence more, especially since it means that they could easily take out a major threat, but the evil look on Alvin's face made Stoick's heart sank, yet, he charged on.

"I don't like this Stoick," Goober whispered from beside the chief for fear that he would dishearten the other Vikings who were all eager to kill Alvin.

"I know," Stoick answered with a feeling of dread as they neared Alvin, and for a second, his footsteps faltered. But Stoick knew that he had to look strong if not the Vikings of Berk would get scared to, and so he charged on, ready to take on anything that Alvin could throw at him.

Right as Alvin was about to order his men to open fire, a figure in a black hood leapt off a nearby house above Alvin. There was a collective gasp among the Berkians as they all stop to stare at the man.

For a second, everything seemed to slow down for Stoick. He saw the hooded man falling slowly and the reflective, but blood stained, metal that emerged from his left wrist. He saw Alvin look up in shock, his men all turned towards their chief to see what spooked the Berkians. They all saw the figure land on top of the Chief of the Outcast, his blade embedded into the man's neck.

When all was said and done, there was silence as everyone stood in shock.

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Hiccup could see Alvin's memory passing by and did his best to focus on the ones that mattered.

It was a surreal experience, indescribable, and once upon a time, this would have spooked Hiccup into isolation for a few days. But now he knew, he knew that he wasn't normal. No, he was an Assassin, a child of Eden.

A memory suddenly appeared in front of Hiccup. It felt as if he were there himself.

Alvin was standing in a dark room, there was a figure standing beside the fire place. "I can promise you power beyond anything that you have ever seen before. We would be unstoppable."

There was a handshake, a deal. Alvin was now a Templar.

Another memory flashed up, a recent one. Alvin was writing a letter. On it was written, "For the eyes of Dagur the Deranged only."

A particular line stood out, "A Skrill has been found. We await your arrival."

Just as quick as it happened, it ended; and Hiccup found himself staring at a dying Alvin. Nothing else mattered at that moment, hic sole focus was on Alvin and everything else faded away. The feeling was just as surreal as the previous.

"It is over Alvin, the Outcasts are no more." Hiccup kneeled on one leg beside Alvin so that he could see the Templar better.

Alvin laughed at Hiccup, "We are not fools Assassin, we are more powerful than you think." With a chuckle Alvin added, "Especially now that we have the Piece of Eden."

Hiccup's heart skipped a beat, "A Piece of Eden? Where is it?" Hiccup interrogated. But his questions were left unanswered as Alvin had already gone.

"May the Valkyries accept you." Hiccup ran his fingers down the Templars eyes to close it as a sign of respect.

As Hiccup snapped out of his trance by standing up, he found himself looking at a face that he has not seen in five years; a face that he had hope to never see again - the face of Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk.

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The seconds that Stoick stared at the man that looked like his disgraced son felt like hours. Within seconds, he took in every detail of the man in front of him; the man that killed Alvin the Treacherous.

But he can't be Hiccup, can he? No, Hiccup was smaller, he was thin and frail. The man that killed Alvin was strong and lean, hardly an ounce of fat on him.

But Stoick's eyes did not deceive him; indeed this man had the face of Hiccup. The man's skin was tanned slightly and he had a scar on his right cheek. But other than that, the man had the same features as Hiccup; the same auburn hair, the same scar on the bottom right of his lip, the same freckles, and the same green eyes.

Hiccup's face quickly tuned from shock into something else; something that Stoick could not recognize. He quickly stood up with his head inclined down to cover the upper-half of his face in the shadow of his hood.

Seeing that his brother was still in shock, Spitelout quickly took charge of the situation. He gestured for the Vikings to surround the hooded man in front of them. "Who are you?" Spitelout demanded, clearly he did not see the man's face in the brief moment he inadvertently revealed it.

Hiccup did not answer but simply stood there. Stoick was just recovering from shock and barely whispered the word "Hiccup…" when the Assassin dropped a small capsule from his hand. Within seconds, Zippleback gas filled the entire area, preventing the Vikings from seeing where Hiccup escaped to.

Stoick regained his composure and ran into the gas yelling, "Stop!" Gobber and Spitelout followed closely behind Stoick as he charged through the gas, both trying their best not to breathe in the poisonous gas.

By the time the trio reached the other end of the wall of gas, Hiccup was nowhere to be seen. Stoick had a frown plastered onto his face. And although he knew Stoick well, Gobber could not tell what Stoick was thinking. "So what do we do know?"

Stoick's frown deepened as he answered, "Order the men to be on alert. I want him alive."

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Astrid and Snotlout's divisions had both arrived in the center of the village the same time Stoick lost Hiccup. The two divisions had started several fires and were currently taking out some fleeing Outcasts. It seemed that the Outcasts tried to regroup in the village to defend fight the Vikings of Berk, but some commotion from the direction of Berk's main force has the defenders confused and disorganized.

Astrid smashed an Outcast in the face with the butt of her axe as she made her observations. There were several barrels of gunpowder, so the Outcasts must have tried to use guns to defend their village, but they seemed to have been unable to organize themselves in time; in fact, most of them were trying to flee the village. What could have spooked them to this end?

"Dragons!"

Oh.

Astrid quickly ducked behind a house to assess the situation without any interference. There were several dragons circling the island, but none of them were attacking, they simply flew around the village and watched what was happening. Must be curious as to why we're killing one another.

Seeing that the dragons were not a threat for now, Astrid ran out from her cover and slashed an Outcast in the chest with her axe. Another tried to sneak up on her, and before she even realized that he was there, someone ran a sword down the Outcast's back.

Astrid turned in shock to find a dead Outcast at the feet of Snotlout. Astrid nodded her head in gratitude to the future chief of Berk, who returned the nod and ran off into battle. Astrid stood there and watched him as he took on three Outcasts at once to defend an injured Berkian.

And to think that five years ago he was a selfish and prideful bully. Times has certainly changed, and with it, everyone else. Snotlout did reach hid lowest after Hiccup betrayed Berk and he were announced as the new heir of Berk. At the time, Astrid feared for Berk's future. Snotlout begin abusing his position and begin bullying everyone. That phase didn't last long however, just a month after the announcement the dragons started raiding Berk more frequently.

During one of the raids, Snotlout's mother and sister were trapped in a burning house while Snotlout and his father were out fighting. Astrid saw the house burning and tried to help, but she was too late. That night Snotlout returned to a find a charred home and two bodies, burnt beyond recognition. Since that day, Snotlout begin taking his responsibilities seriously.

Astrid also noted that he became more skilled in fighting. Within a year, his fighting skill was on par with that of Astrid's. It didn't take long before Stoick made him a part of his personal council of advisors alongside Astrid, Fishlegs, Gobber, and Spitelout.

Didn't think that I would ever say this, but Snotlout might make a great chie-What was that! Astrid was broken out of her musing when she saw a figure running past several houses, far from any battles. A frown crossed Astrid's face, if that Outcast thought that he could escape from us then he is sorely mistaken.

Astrid ran after the figure but quickly realized that he was nowhere to be seen. Without much worry, Astrid closed her eyes and sharpened her senses. When she opened them again, she could see quite clearly a faint trail of blood on the floor, shaped suspiciously similar to that of a shoe and still quite fresh. He went this way.

Astrid was taught by her father how to sharpen her senses and use it to her advantage in battle and hunting. He called it the hunter's instinct, an ability that ran in her family; the Hoffersons' secret weapon.

She followed his trail which led all the way around the village and behind the dragon arena. Several times she managed to catch a glimpse of the man, she never did get a good look, because he would make a sudden turn or break into a sprint. As she continued to chase the man, it became glaringly obvious that he knew she was following him and was trying to throw her off his trail. With little success I might note.

The trail of blood long since disappeared and was replaced with footprints on soft earth or small trails from stepping on some other substance. It was slightly more difficult to track him, but not impossible.

The man either thought that he had lost his pursuer or could not be bothered to play games with her, for he stop running around buildings and dashed straight towards Alvin's house, which was on a hill behind the arena.

Astrid followed him carefully up the hill, but by the time she reached the top, the man was gone. Astrid used her hunters sense once again to try and locate the missing man. She quickly realized that he had ran behind the house, which led to a cliff that hanged above the unusually calm waves of the sea. He must have jumped off.

At this point, Astrid realized that she had abandoned the field of battle to chase down a fleeing Outcast who decided that he have a better chance of survival in the sea (which doesn't look like it's going too well for him) and so she have nothing to show for the long chase. She didn't even know why she followed him all the way here. He was just an Outcast who was running away, if I didn't catch him someone else would have. Stupid Astrid.

Astrid threw her axe down in frustration when she suddenly heard a sound coming from inside Alvin's house. The sound was faint but Astrid's sharp ears caught it, it sounded like the creaking of a wooden floor when someone steps on it.

Cautiously, Astrid sneaked back to the front of the house and tried the doorknob, which, as luck would have had it, wasn't locked. Astrid pushed the door open slowly to make as little sound as possible, but she still winced at the slightest creak made by the rusty old hinges of the door.

The house was designed similarly to that of Stoick's, in front of the door are several couches facing a fireplace. To the left was the kitchen with a table and set of chairs. To her right, however, was a study, which set it apart from Stoick's house. There was a bookshelf and a shelf filled with trophies and other items that Astrid did not care about. Beside the shelves was a desk which was scattered with paper. Oh and there is a hooded man standing in front of it.

Astrid ducked into the shadows the moment she saw the man. Her hunter's instinct was telling her that he was a dangerous man. She sensed that he had a sword, a pair of pistols and several other weaponry strapped to his belt. There was also something suspicious about the metal bracers on his wrists, but Astrid couldn't quite place what is wrong with it.

He wore a black robe with a hood that kept his face hidden from Astrid. Is this the man I was chasing? How did he get in?

"I know you're there."

Astrid held her breath for a second and tightened her grip on her axe, ready to attack if provoked. She watched him from the shadows as he continued to search through the papers on the desk, seemingly forgetting that he had just now caught someone watching him.

"No need to hide Ms. Hofferson." The man said without turning around, instead choosing to continue looking through the papers on the desk.

Astrid realized that by then there was no point in hiding in the shadows, so she walked out with her axe in a defensive position. "Who are you and how did you know my name?" She demanded.

The man didn't answer but continue to search through the papers. He quickly reached the bottom of the stack, but apparently wasn't satisfied with what he saw. He cursed under his breath and tried to open a drawer in the desk, which turned out to be locked.

"I asked you a question." Astrid was getting impatient with this man. He led her on a wild goose chase, tricked her into thinking that he killed himself, and now he is pretending that she was not there. Speaking of which, how did he get in from the back?

"I got in from a window in the back." The man suddenly said, as if he had read Astrid's mind.

Astrid glared at the man, how did he know what I was thinking? Something's not right about him…Her hunter's instinct was telling her that something was off about this person. She could tell that he wasn't normal, and yet, there was something….familiar about this person. Perhaps his voice? Or his posture? Astrid honestly couldn't tell.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Astrid once again tried to demand an answer from the mysterious man.

The man did not answer, but instead flick his wrist, revealing a knife, and forced the drawer open with the knife. Astrid was just about to yell at him again when he suddenly answered, "It isn't hard to tell what you're thinking about. Ah-ha!" The man seemed to have found what he was looking for in the drawer and took it.

"What's that?" Astrid demanded once again as the man finally turned to face her. Much of the man's face was hidden by the shadow of his hood, but Astrid could make out a smirk on his face. She noticed that he had a scar on his right cheek and another below the right side of his lip.

"Something important to me," Was all that he answered. Then, without warning, he charged past Astrid, making sure to shove her while he ran pass to make sure she won't follow him.

Astrid quickly pulled herself up and charge after the hooded man with a war cry. The man whistled in a high pitch that sounded similar to that of a Night Fury and ran behind the house.

When he reached the edge, the man jumped without stopping and his whistling stopped, only to be continued by an actual Night Fury's. Astrid was close behind the man when he jumped, but leapt to the ground when she heard the Night Fury out of habit. She quickly covered the distance to the edge of the cliff by crawling over.

When she looked down, she was shocked to see a Night Fury fly beneath the man and caught him. The man quickly adjusted himself on the saddle and the dragon made a sharp turn up.

The rest of the dragons that were flying around the village followed closely behind the Night Fury in a single line, leaving Astrid to watch them fly away.

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Heather directed her Razorwhip, named Windshear, to fly up beside Toothless, was flying slower than usual so that the newly freed dragons can keep up.

When she pulled up beside him, Toothless greeted them her with a croon, which drew Hiccup's attention to her. "Hey, sorry for the delay, Alvin mentioned something interesting so I raided his house for information."

Heather nodded and asked, "What did he say?"

Hiccup turned to face the front and fell silent for a moment before answering, "He mentioned a Piece of Eden."

Heather's eyes widened in shock, she knew what the Pieces of Eden were and how deadly they could be. She has read many records about the Pieces of Eden and how the Templars and Assassins have been fighting over them for centuries. "What did he say?"

"The Templars are I possession of one, that's all I know. But I found a letter in Alvin's house that mentions it." Hiccup pulled a parchment out of his robe just enough for Heather to see it and quickly pushed it back in. "I haven't read it yet, so I don't know much else." Hiccup lied with near perfection. He knew that Dagur was a touchy subject with Heather, so he kept quiet about the man the letter was meant for.

The dark of the night hid Hiccup's face, which made it hard for Heather to see if he was lying. Heather could sense that something was off, but she didn't push him. Might be something about Berk. Speaking of which… "Have they seen too much?"

"Huh?" Hiccup was caught off guard by the question.

Heather knew that he understand what she was trying to say, but explained anyway, "Do you think Berk saw too much. Like, do you think they could compromise the Brotherhood?"

Hiccup fell silent for a moment. If Berk sees the Assassins as a threat, they would be left open to Templar influence. They might begin helping the Templars against the Assassins. "I don't know. Mom will decide I guess."

"What do you think she will do?"

"Probably send Hush to spy on them, and then she might build a headquarter here to defend the village." Hiccup answered. "Maybe tell them the truth about dragons and get a new ally."

Heather nodded and the pair fell into silence.

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Update Note: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you think that the last three scenes could stand as their own chapter or if it ends this chapter nicely; if you most of you guys think that the last three scenes could be another chapter, than I will divide this chapter and remove these notes.

Also, Hush is an oc that was sent to me by Reilley.216. Thank you Reilly.216 for the oc! The character would be in the next chapter, so stay tuned to see what kind of character he is.

PS: I will reply to the reviews of this chapter in the next one, until then, please leave your opinion on the three new chapters in the reviews!

Author's Note:

I know, I know, I left you guys hanging, but I felt that this was a really good place to stop. Some of you might notice that the last paragraph is very similar to the one in the sneak peek in the last Prologue, but at the same time it is quite different. This is because I thought that with what Berk has done, Hiccup would be angrier at them than they are at him, so I wanted to capture that. (And also I couldn't quite fit in Stoick's point of view at seeing Hiccup)

So…yeah. Remember to leave your thoughts in the Reviews, I love to read them. And if you haven't favorite or follow this story and really like it than please do it.

Now to reply Reviews:

fuzzybunnies1001: OMG THIS CHAPTER WAS AMAZING! I Saw the preview for the next! BUT...Will hiccup be scrawny or will he be more like HTTYD2

Reply: THANK YOU! I'm sure that this chapter answers your question. He would be more like HTTYD2 but with parkour skills.

gamelover41592: this could work

Reply: Well, glad that you think so. I hope that I don't mess up later in this story.

Reilly.216: This is absolutely fantastic - a true gem, a diamond in the rough, if you will. If you keep up this quality of writing throughout the rest of this story, I think you might have just bagged yourself a loyal reader!

I can't wait until the next installment, and until then, well done for what you've done so far!

Reply: Thank you so much! I really appreciate your compliments. I really hope that I bagged you with this chapter. Please tell me that I bagged you.

Either way, I hope that you enjoy this chapter.

Guest: Hey pal, is me WHO posted the second review and i have some things i wonna say. First thank you for having my review in the chapter and like you story so far. Second good new name you came up with deliverance. Third and This is actually quit funny, i am a danish person. And last you rode if i have any ideas i should tell, and i Think i have one to hiccups costume

In all games the protagonist have a jacket or something like that except desmond who has west like you have describe. So my idea is that you make hiccup wearing a tunic ( green, red, Brown you choose that) with black west that reaches to his hips with sleves. Normal Brown pants with a belt with the brotherhood symbol on it. Now for armor i think he should have shoulder plates and leather boost and maybe two hiddenblades

Also im going to call my self Bluetooth because im danish also so you now its me

I really enjoy your story keep it going.

Bluetooth

Guest Review 2: Pal please update Soon because i cant wait to know what happens next... And forget what i Said about hiccup wearing a west because i Think you should make just him like you want and NOT like i want him

Bluetooth

Reply: Thanks for the compliment! I really enjoy reading your suggestions. As for Hiccup's clothing, he is wearing a traditional black Assassin's robe in this chapter because he needs to blend in with the dark. So he is only wearing this for one mission. When the mission is done, he would change into his usual Assassin costume (which I haven't designed yet).

And also, YOU DANISH! OMG! I can't believe that I have a reader from DENMARK! Its so amazing how the internet allows someone from Denmark, like you, to be able to read a story written by a Malaysian, like me!

And don't worry about your suggestion of Hiccup, I didn't have any idea how Hiccup's Assassin costume should look like, so you really did give me a god starting point.

TheDragonPrince99: Nice story.

Reply: Thank you! :)

Leeroy chapter 2 . Aug 5

****ing loved this. ****ing brilliant. Update soon guy.

Reply: Woah, you sure are exited. I appreciate your review, but please try not to swear in the reviews, it makes me uncomfortable.

Dracologistmaster: Awesome story so far, I look forward to next update and seeing if Hiccup ends up with the assassins

Reply: Thanks for the compliment and here is the chapter! Don't worry, Hiccup is an Assassin (unless he is actually a Templar pretending to be an Assassin, but that could never happen right?).

Guest: Wait... No hiccstrid? BUT HICCSTRID IS BEST SHIP! eh, ok. But as a suggestion, maybe you should the teenagers part of the main plot, like alternating povs, and make them side with hiccup and the assassins much later on.

Reply: Well, to be honest, I won't do much romance in this story anyway, to many other stuff to focus on. But you can easily pretend that Hiccup and Heather have a brother-sister relationship kind of thing. And I will take into consideration your suggestion as I write this story. Maybe I can split the teenagers (who aren't teenagers anymore) on whether they trust the Assassins or not. Hmm… Well thanks for youe suggestion!

KitKatLove96: Really good idea for a fanfiction, and the action in Prologue 2 is just amazing (in my opinion) and the feelings feel natural (to me anyway :P). I also would love it if there was a time gap and the next chapter (if you do this) would explain what happened in that time gap and IF his mission as assassin (idk what you're planing so I'm speculating) will be to go to the archipelago and explain the mission (ik pointless recommendations. Sorry, I'm not one with a good imagination).Anyway I wish you good luck and hope for an update soon! :3

Reply: Thanks for the compliments! As a reader, your opinions and recommendations are very valuable to me, so don't be afraid to share it! There is a time gap between the prologue and chapter 1 and you will slowly learn what Hiccup has been up to in that time as well as what happened to Berk. Hiccup's mission will be explained in the next chapter (I think) and I will also introduce you to some new characters. SO stay tuned and thank you again for your compliments and recommendations!

: (chapter 1) Good chapter. You should stop switching between past tense and present tense. Past tense works better for this fic. Use it and only it. Other than that, I liked this fic.

(chapter 2) oooh, even better than the last chapter. I felt sorry for Hiccup, I don't want him to hate anybody (even worse, everybody). Still, I support the Idea of him having a Hidden Blade. Better call it a wrist blade.

Reply: Thanks for your compliments! I didn't notice that I was switching tense in the first chapter, I will make sure that I don't make that mistake again.

I know that it might seem ooc to have a hate filled Hiccup, but Hiccup in this story is still Hiccup. I'm just exploring a different side of Hiccup and, well, he does have kind of a bad influence among the Assassins. (pretty much every assassin in the game is super nice or super mean) Thanks again for the compliments!