Well, here is the 13th chapter! Sorry I haven't been posting as often, but these next two months are going to be busy. Dance recitals, homework and assignments are kind of time consuming. Don't worry about a shortage of chapters or a hiatus, though. I would never abandon this story, not until I see it through. Enjoy!

I stood in the forest, absentmindedly scratching Toothless, completely lost in thought. My mind kept travelling back to the same moment in time, those few seconds on constant replay over and over.

"I just don't understand, bud." I told him.

The darkness had absorbed into my skin, and the worst part about it, I had felt more powerful afterwards, like I could cast a thousand wordless spells all at once with no wand. The truth was, it scared me. Did it have something to do with my new found ability? The strange power to turn into a dragon at will? Not only a dragon, but some unknown species, unheard of by both Vikings and wizards.

Toothless crooned gently, pulling me out from the deep recesses of my mind and instead, bringing me back to the present. He nudged my foot gently, concern in his large green eyes.

"Right. Let's go flying." I said. I swung a leg over the saddle when Toothless suddenly shook me from his back. I landed with a solid thump on the forest floor, staring dazedly up at Toothless.

"What was that for?" I asked him, pushing myself back onto my feet.

Toothless roared, and it echoed throughout the forest. I was confused. What did he want?

"I thought you wanted to go flying?" I asked him. We had already gone this morning, before daylight could break the clouds. Flight liberated us and cleared my head, and it was always a relief to be up in the air, where we belonged.

Toothless roared again and spread his wings, then he pressed his head into my chest, pushing me backwards.

"What...?" I said.

Toothless deadpanned, well, as close as a dragon can get to a deadpanned expression. Then, he spread his wings, roared again and nudged me with his head. Realization struck me.

"You want me...to turn into the dragon?" I asked.

Toothless grunted and sat down on his haunches, waiting patiently.

I stood there for a few seconds, collecting my thoughts. I closed my eyes briefly and thought of flying, of open skies and of fire and wind. A slight tingling ran through my body. When I opened my eyes, the colours were sharper, scents stronger and Toothless smaller. I roared in triumph.

I had did it! I had transformed into a dragon at will!

Toothless warbled in excitement. He leapt around me and shot a celebratory fireball into the sky. I mimicked him, shooting my own black ball of plasma fire into the clouds. This was great. Imagine, all the possibilities of taking another form by will. If only I could finish that automatic tail fin for Toothless...

I opened my wings, loving the feeling of how far they reached and how immense they were. I hadn't noticed earlier, but when they caught the light, they shone a million different colours, captured under a layer of black. It made me wonder what the rest of my body looked like.

I began walking over to the shallow pond . I tucked my wings close to my body and peered over the edge, into the water. Large, forest green eyes stared back at me, the same green eyes I possessed as a human. They were framed by a large, delicate face, with small frills lining my skull. My ears lay back against my skull, much like Toothless, and a long, elegant neck stretched from my body. I was covered in black scales, so dark that it looked like they had sucked the colour out of everything around me. It made Toothless look turquoise compared to my scales.

I could tell now, that this body was made for flying. Everything about it was aerodynamic. The large and powerful wings, the flat narrow head, the long tail and wide tail fins. The only problem was, I didn't know how to fly.

I closed my eyes, and focused on being human again. I felt the familiar tingling in my limbs and when I opened my eyes, I was in my human form once again. It seemed almost easy now, second nature.

"Come on, bud." I told Toothless. I needed time to clear my head and think about this. "Let's go flying."

"What is reason you called meeting, Jack?" North asked me.

I stood from the high backed chair I was lounging in. I walked over to the table the rest of the Guardians were gathered around. I twirled my wand between my fingers with my right hand, while my left rested comfortably in the pocket of my robes.

"Something happened today in potions." I said. "We were making liquid darkness potions or whatever when Pitch called Hiccup up to the front of the room. He told him to scoop some of the potion into a vial without touching it, which is impossible." I stopped twirling the wand between my fingers and placed it in my robes. "Hiccup literally dunked his hand into the potion."

Tooth gasped from her spot beside me. "But...that's not possible!" She fluttered nervously. "The darkness should have spread, and he should have been-"

"Covered in shadows. I know." I sighed. "Punzie told me." I met North's eyes. "Pitch ordered him to, and Hiccup did. I think Pitch might have done something to Hiccup, a charm or something to make him immune. He pulled some sort of sick, twisted joke."

North frowned, deep in thought. Sandy flashed many symbols above his head, each one exploding in a puff of golden sand. Bunny looked slightly angry.

"I do not think it was Pitch who did something." North finally said.

"What are you saying, mate?" Bunny asked.

"What I am saying, Bunny, is that it is not Pitch who used dark magic, it is boy."

The room was silent except for Tooth's wings fluttering to keep her in the air.

"You don't think Hiccup..." Tooth asked, a hand brought up to her mouth.

"I wish we knew more about that scroll you've got there, Sandy." Bunny sighed.

"Being able to actually read the prophecy could help." I deadpanned.

North frowned again. "I try to best of my ability, but Norse is difficult language. Nothing like Russian."

"Wait, you said Norse, right?" I asked. "Don't Vikings speak Norse?"

Sandy flashed a giant thumbs up above his head and smiled.

"Well, who is the only person in this castle that's a Viking?" I asked. Silence met my question.

"Haddock." Tooth muttered.

"Exactly. We get Hiccup to translate the prophecy for us, so we can actually discover what it means." I said, proud of my idea.

"You do realize, that if Haddock boy is one of prophecy, we make him translate his own fate." North said.

I hesitated. I eventually gave a firm nod of my head. "We need to know what this prophecy is about. I don't want to but..."

"Snowflakes right." Bunny agreed.

I smiled. "Listen to the kangaroo. He knows what he's saying."

"I'm a bunny." Bunnymund growled.

North nodded slowly. "We agree to keep eye on Haddock boy?" He asked, looking to change the subject before a fight broke out. We all nodded, Tooth and I a little more hesitantly than the rest. North rolled up the scroll with two large hands and shoved it at my chest.

"Give scroll to Haddock boy, Jack." North rumbled.

I nodded. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, like I was handing over a fate my friend didn't deserve.