A/N Okay, hi! I'm not exactly sure how this supposed to work out, I remember planning out a general plotline, but not nessacarily a word by word chapter for this part, so...It's just gonna go how it's gonna go.

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Chapter Five.

Over the next few months, I watched and read How to Train Your Dragon stuff so much that my mother called me obsessed. I guess I kind of was.

I kept waiting for my magic to kick in so I could go to Berk. I mean, I had had magic as both Morgause and Syrena.

But nothing happened. I was afraid then. What if I can't go? What If I can't use magic at all, forever?

But then, one day in the late morning, I was sitting and reading a book when suddenly I felt...a connection.

Excited, I reached out to the new body that was mine on Berk.

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I opened my eyes. I was lying in a place I recognized well. The Cove, where Hiccup and Toothless had bonded.

I sat up. Around me there were no signs that a dragon lived here. It must be after the events with the Red Death, then, I thought.

It was then I felt them, and I froze.

i reached behind me, just to make sure.

Feathers.

I moved my hands over them, wings, my wings!

I had wings again! Oh, how I had wished, for a long time, to be able to take to the sky again!

Because nothing, nothing in the world, feels better than flight.

That made me wonder if I looked like Morgause.

I got up and looked at myself in the water.

And gasped. I was beautiful.

More, perhaps, than Morgause had been.

I inspected the rest of myself.

Slightly more body mass than Morgause and Syrena, perhaps, but so what?

I seemed to have a sixteen year old's body.

I was dressed in black. Not exactly skin tight, more like leggings and a shirt that was as tight as leggings. The shirt had sleeves to the wrists and a reasonable neckline.

I tugged on the sleeves. The fabric was stretchy. I stared at myself in the water for a few more minutes before shaking myself mentally.

I needed to find out when in the Dragons timeline I was.

I looked to the sky. I could hear a memorized tune playing in my head. Homeland, from Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmaron.

I opened my wings and jumped, taking of into the sky. I laughed as I soared through the air, above the trees, up, up, up!

I felt the cold wind on my face as I had not for what felt like years.

I flew for a few minutes before turning my attention back to the task at hand.

If I go to the the Academy, I will soon learn when this is. Depending on whether they are preparing for a race or studying dragons.

I turned in that direction.

I landed a little way up the hill from the academy, where Meatlug had once been caught by Alvin the Treacherous, and watched. I could see that Fishlegs held a small dragon in his hands. Was that a Terror, or-no. Wait. That was a Typhoomerang.

That was Torch, to be exact. I watched the little dragon fly around, bumping into things, and decided it was time to make my entrance. I carefully flapped up till I was hovering high above the academy, and dived.

Astrid POV (Point Of View)

Astrid was laughing at Snotlout and the twins' ridiculous names for Torch's species when she noticed all the dragons tense and look up.

She looked up too, just in time to see something black fall from the sky and land. It was a person.

A girl, wearing all black, with wings, huge, brown, feathery wings, which were now folded across her back, as she rose from her landing position; crouched, with one fist on the ground and her face down.

As she looked up, Astrid saw that she was incredibly beautiful. Her face seemed both sad and expressionless. She jumped as Torch crept around her, growling and snarling.

As Astrid and the others watched in disbelief, the girl crouched, putting her hands on the ground, and moved, animal-like, toward Torch. She reached out a hand.

They didn't see what she did exactly, but as she twisted her arm Torch rolled with it, before passing out completely with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

"What did you do to him?" Fishlegs squealed. The girl stood up and turned to them.

"I put him to sleep," she answered. She didn't sound like a Viking.

"Uh, not to be rude, but, who the heck are you?!" Astrid yelled.

"Astrid, calm down." Hiccup said. "Though I think we all want to know that," he continued, turning to the girl.

"My name is Snow," she said. "I know for a fact that you won't believe me, but I am from the future."

Snotlout snorted. "Yeah, we don't believe you."

"Be that as it may," she said, smiling, "I am. I am here because I want to be a rider. A bonded one. Not a slave one."

"What does that mean?" Tuffnut asked.

"It means that The dragon I ride is my friend and not my slave," Snow said.

"Who would make a dragon their slave?" Hiccup wondered out loud.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, Hiccup the third," Snow said.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, surprised. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, please, do you not listen? I just said I was from the future. I know your full name, all your titles, and the names of everyone here."

"Or you're just a chronic stalker," Astrid muttered.

"I'm not, Astrid."

"Wait." Fishlegs interuppted. "Hiccup has titles?"

Snow nodded. "Oh, yes, let me think for a moment..." she counted on her fingers, muttering under her breath.

..."Seven," she finally said. "Seven what?" Ruffnut asked.

Astrid rolled her eyes. "Seven titles, you idiot."

Hiccup looked thunderstruck.

"What are they?" He asked, clearly unbelieving.

Snow frowned. "I probably shouldn't say, because it might change the future...nah, probably not. Okay, Chief of Berk, King of the Wilderwest and the Viking tribes, The Dragon Master, The Dragon Whisperer, The DragonSoul, The Third mistake, and...no, I won't tell you the last one. It's mean. True, but mean."

"Is it the Useless?" Snotlout asked, snickering.

Snow and Astrid glared.

"No, it isn't." Snow said. "FYI, you die painfully but heroically."

Snotlout punched the air. "Yes! I die heroically! Wait. Did you say painfully? And what does FYI mean?"

Astrid rolled her eyes and Snow said, "It's an abbreviation. For Your Information." She seemed to remember something and turned suddenly to Toothless.

Astrid was amazed and knew that the others were too when Snow started speaking in Dragon.

Snow POV

"Greetings, Toothless." I said to him. He stared at me.

"How is it that you are speaking the sacred tongue of the greenbloods?" Hookfang snarled at me.

"I learned it long ago," I said, not looking at him. "Toothless, may I ask you something?"

"Yes," he said. "Do you know if there are any other Night Furies?"

He looked sad. "I know of one. She was my friend. Then the human slavers took our parents, and I don't know what happened to her."

I nodded. "Okay, Toothless. It will make your rider very happy to know this."

He snorted. "If he would just bother to learn Dragonese it would be much easier to tell him."

I laughed. "Yep," I said.

I turned back to the humans, who were staring open mouthed.

"Uh, did you just do what I think you did?" Fishlegs asked me.

"Well, that depends on what you think I did. If you were thinking that I just spoke Dragonese, then you are correct."

"Whoa!" he squealed.

"How did you learn it?" Hiccup asked me. "And what were you talking to Toothless about?"

I carefully avoided the learning question. "I asked Toothless if he knew of any other Night Furies."

"And?"

"He knows of one. Apparently human slavers stole his parents, and that this Night Fury was his friend. She's female."

"And no, I never liked her. In that way, I mean."

I snickered. "Well, you're gonna have to learn to, Toothless, because you and her are the last of your kind."

All eyes watching me widened in shock and disbelief. Oops.

"Are you serious!?" Toothless growled at me before whipping around and pacing. The other dragons were killing themselves laughing.

"Oh, stop it!" he and I yelled at the same time.

"Do you know what that means?" I asked. "It means his parents are dead!"

They stopped. "Oh...right. Sorry." Hookfang said.

Stormfly, Barf, Belch and Meatlug nodded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out." Astrid said.

"Toothless and this female are the last? The very last?"

I nodded sadly.

"Well, that's a development." Hiccup muttered.

"You think?" I asked. Then I remembered something I had wanted the dragons to do.

"Rulers of the sky, may I make a request?" I asked, as politely as I could.

Toothless stopped pacing, and all the dragons gaped.

"How does a human know about that?" Meatlug muttered.

"Yes, you may." Toothless answered, his eyes narrowed.

"Fly with me."

An audible gasp from every dragon present.

"She can't mean..." "But what if she does?" "What's going on here?"

Finally Toothless silenced them with a Plasma blast, then turned to me.

"By 'fly with me,' do you mean the DragonDance?"

"Yes, I do."

Every dragon hissed, but I knew it wasn't because of why I had asked them, it was how I knew.

The riders were watching, and were very confused.

"Uh, what exactly are you saying to them?" Hiccup asked.

I ignored him, fixated on the dragons.

"How do you know of the ancient greenblood custom?" Toothless asked.

"I will not answer that, not because I know you won't believe me, but because it will change the future if I tell you."

The riders were muttering amongst themselves. Hiccup asked me again what I was saying.

I turned to him, and felt a little pain in my chest as I saw those eyes looking at me.

"I am asking them to fly with me, but in an ancient custom of theirs."

"They have customs?" Snotlout asked.

"Idiot," Hookfang said. "of course we do."

"Yes, they do." I said. "And in case you were wondering, your dragon just called you an idiot."

"Hookfang!" Snotlout whined. Hookfang merely stared, blank-faced, at his rider. He was still scandalized that a human knew of the dragon customs.

"We will fly with you," Toothless said, "because we are honor bound by our dragonhood to grant that request to any who ask it. Not because we believe you."

I nodded. "I understand," I said.

"And we will bring our riders, because they are bonded to us." Meatlug said firmly, and no dragon argued.

I smiled. "Let us perform the DragonDance," I said, and I heard every rider suck in a gasp behind me.

A/N Hi, sorry for not getting this up sooner, life, you know.

And I'm kinda splitting this in two parts, this is her arrival and the next is the DragonDance.

See you "all" next chapter! ("all" because I know lots of people have been reading and not reviewing!)