People gathered around Stoick. Barking questions at him. Wondering why some people saw Hiccup with one of the Night Fury's. Stoick couldn't get a word in against them. He tried to yell over them, but the panic set in the few people who saw Hiccup spread quickly. When his people quieted down he had a chance.

"Stop!" Stoick screamed over the crowd. Everyone stopped talking to each other and looked at their chief. Stoick looked over the faces of all the people.

"People of Berk. The Night Fury has taken my son. It's controlling him somehow. I don't know why or how but if you see Hiccup, he's not to be trusted."

"He's your son Stoick. Should we try to save him?" A man in the back yelled.

"No. It's making Hiccup protect him. They are both to be killed on sight." yelled back. "With that, I'm going to send parties into the forest where they went. I want this menace taken care of." Stoick split the large group in three parties.

"The first group will go out tonight. Group two tomorrow and group three after that. We will not stop searching until we find them."

Stoick led the first group into the forest. They searched up and down until there torch light was barely a flicker. Stoick called off the search angrily. He kicked at rocks and swiped at bushes. Grumbling to himself.

In the village the people following Stoick said their goodbyes. Stoick did his best to seem happy and thank everyone for helping him.

Stoick entered his house, slamming his weight into the door to open it. He gracelessly threw his weapons and cloak on the floor. He enter his food cache and grabbed a large cup of mead and some mutton. He tossed it all on the large table as he started a fire. He returned to the table, pulled out his chair and sat. He stared forward, not touching his food and drink, not thinking or moving an inch. He stared at the top of the chair on the other side of the table.

"I wish your mom was here. You wouldn't have been controlled by that beast if she was." Stoick whispered to himself. He stood from his seat and backed away from the table. He left his food and drink alone and entered his room, climbed in his bed and slept.

The next morning he, along with the second party started searching. The many men and women ready with with their swords and bows. The group made it all the way into Raven's point. A woman found the lip of the cove and peered in. She spotted the small black dragon with Hiccup only feet away. The woman ran back to Stoick.

"Stoick!" She panted. "I found them. They're in a huge hole in the ground."

Stoick nodded to some of the others.

"Get everyone back here. We'll regroup and surround them."

Minutes later the large group of Vikings were gathered together. Stoick along with everyone else followed the woman back to the cove. Stoick commanded his people to circle around the edge.

Hiccup and Toothless were in their own world. Playing and having fun with each other. They both didn't notice the people who were gathering around them. When Stoick signaled everyone stepped forward with arrows drawn.

Hiccup and Toothless stopped what they were doing. They stood a few feet apart. Hiccup spun around, looking for a way out.

An arrow landed next to his foot. Hiccup jumped and turned to where it came from. He ran in front of Toothless.

Another arrow was shot, hitting Hiccup in the leg. He screamed and lurched forward onto Toothless. Seconds later Hiccup was hit again, this time in his back. Hiccup fell to the side, allowing Toothless to cover him. Arrows rained down into the dragon's body.

When it was decided that both of them were dead the group left. Everyone was excited that they had easily completed their task. The whole village partied the rest of the night.

Gobber escaped the the men and women crowding him. He sat alone, drinking the little mead he was given. He listened to people talk and holler. He heard one of them tell another where they found them. Gobber finished his last swig and stood. He grabbed a torch on his way out to Raven's point.

When he reached Raven's point he searched around for the two bodies. He found the large pit and peered in. In the low light he could barely see into it. If he didn't see the white feathers in the arrows he would have missed the black dragon entirely.

He climbed down towards them. He wasn't ready for what he saw. Thirty or arrows stuck out of the dragon's back. He didn't know where Hiccup was until he moved the dragon. He found him under his friend, with the arrows in his back and leg. He shook his head slowly. He grabbed both of them slinging Toothless over his shoulder. He set down Hiccup as he climbed up the rock face. He dropped Toothless up top before climbing back down. He grabbed Hiccup and climbed back up. When he was up top again he put Toothless over his shoulder.

He brought them both back to the village. The few people who were still out didn't noticed or care didn't care. He made his way down to the docks. He found a small row boat and put both of them in it. He went over to a small shack that they kept hay for funerals. He grabbed an armful and started to pack the boat full of it. He heard someone come down the dock towards him but he paid them no mind.

"Gobber what are you doing?" Stoick asked. His arms were crossed, leaning his weight back on one of his legs, staring at Gobber.

"I'm going to set them out to sea. Give them the proper burial they deserve." Gobber continually packed the boat.

"Deserve it?" Stoick asked. "Hiccup was being controlled. He was a traitor. Who knows what those devils would have made him do. Lure people out to the forest or just have him kill people outright."

Gobber shook his head and grit his teeth.

"They were friends" He whispered. Stoick cupped his ear.

"What did you say?" He leaned in. Gobber stood up and looked up at his friend for the first time.

"Those dragons were his friends." Stoick gave Gobber an odd look.

"You need to go see the healer." He laughed. "Who told you that? Because they need to go too."

"Hiccup told me that and I don't think a healer is going to help him now." Gobber challenged.

"Do you see? Hiccup tricked you. Friends? You can't be friends with a dragon. They don't have feeling or think. They just want to kill."

"No, Stoick you're wrong. I saw it myself." Stoick raised and eyebrow. "The morning after the dragons were caught, I went in to feed them. I found Hiccup trying to get them free so they weren't in those restraints. He told me that he already knew the dragons. That he met them years ago. He knew they wouldn't hurt him. I even heard him say that he'd get them out even if it cost his life to do so."

"Gobber that doesn't mean anything. It still could have been them controlling him."

"Fine. Believe what you will but just look at them Stoick. There are only two ways you get arrows in the back. Either running away or defending someone else. And since I found them in a hole in the ground I doubt they were doing much running."

"Gobber."

"No Stoick. Just think. Why would the dragon not run after Hiccup was shot? He would have been dead weight. He would have at least tried to escape. That isn't what happen though is it? I found the dragon on top of Hiccup. Arrows sticking every which way out of him. He tried to protect Hiccup even after he died. Probably hoping that somehow Hiccup would live." Gobber turned back to the small boat and kicked it off the dock. After a few feet a strong current swept it out to sea. Gobber grabbed a bow and arrows from the small shack. He held them up to Stoick.

"Now either you're going to send your own son off like the Viking he is or I'll do it for you." Stoick angrily grabbed them from Gobber. Gobber lit the end of the arrow as Stoick drew back. With his years of practice Stoick's arrow landed in the hay. In seconds the boat was in flames.

"My son is dead Gobber."