Hello my followers, hopefully I didn't make you wait too agravatingly long but now it is your turn to "trip the fuck out" excuse my french. So here it is, chapter nine! ENJOY

PS. It's a bit awkwardly spaced because of some technical difficulties but I'm sure it's fairly easy to read.

Tyson turned over in his sleep for the fifteenth time that night. He closed his eyes and for the first time, drifted off to sleep.

As his inner conscious began to awake, he looked around the empty place which was all blue but there was neither floor nor ceiling, he listened to the whooshing in his ears silently.

Hello?" he called, his voice echoed several times but after a while someone answered him. It was faint so he walked toward the voice, hoping to be able to hear it better. He seemed to go on forever but he finally reached it.

The dark blue shape shifted into that of a dragon. He marveled at it in silence for a moment, unsure of whether to be afraid or bold. It was unlike any he had ever seen.

It was massive, larger than even a Monstrous Nightmare with a snake like body with spindly forearms and slightly meatier hind legs.

Its snout possessed two long whiskers that ran backwards like flowing water. He reached out slowly and touched its snout. For a moment it seemed hesitant, and then nuzzled against it.

"Who are you?" Tyson asked. The dragon was silent and turned to circle him with fluent agility. When it spoke, it was like the wind whispering through the trees, soft, silky, mysterious.

"I am yours."

"Mine? But why are you faded?" he asked, eyes wide with awe.

"I am weak. Please set me free." It responded with another mystery. Tyson was becoming more and more confused.

"How?" he queried.

"The water will set me free. You're the bridge of fire and water. You can set me free with your fire and your water." It touched his forehead lightly.

A vision of water and fire appeared, twisting together, working like a spiral storm. The elements were both blue, but were completely opposite. They intertwined like a braid.

His eyes suddenly snapped open; he was now upright in his bed. Not a dream world – his real bed. Sweat ran down his neck and back. He breathed in deep and exhaled. His feet touched the cold ground and he tore the covers off and went barefoot down to the docks.

He closed his eyes as the events of centuries past washed over him; he was in another time now. He was seeing Hiccup, a young and short Hiccup; a little over 14 years old. The boy was sitting on a rock a ways away, his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

A younger Stoic, his beard no longer slightly grayed but still a vibrant red was at the docks, instructing his tribe in stocking the boats. Stoic turned.

Tyson froze, but he relaxed when he realized that Stoic was looking at Hiccup.

Hiccup stared apathetically, then got up and turned away. He stopped and looked back at his dad.

It was a look that Tyson couldn't understand; filled with contempt and worry all at once. He then rolled his eyes and turned away, walking up the hill. Stoic sighed heavily then got into one of the boats and the ships sailed off, Tyson followed Hiccup as he walked into the blacksmith shop.

He picked up a small tool and chunked it at the wooden wall in anger. "I hate him. I hate him!" Hiccup screamed then he sighed. He put his back to the all and slid down, shoulders slouched.

"No, I don't." he added as a helpless afterthought

Tyson was shocked. This was a Hiccup he'd never seen before; Hiccup seemed to be smart, kind, and a warrior. But this one didn't smile.

"Why did I have to let it get away?"

Tyson whispered to himself "Why am I seeing this?"

"I can't stop being all of me. It just doesn't work that way." Hiccup added, seemingly trying to affirm his thoughts.

"Stop it! Don't show me this! I don't want to see it." Tyson said to himself. He felt dirty and like an intruder to Hiccup's memories and experiences. Suddenly, the scene shifted and he was back in his own time.

He shifted his gaze to a pond that the villagers usually bathed in. He stripped off all his clothes and dove in. The cold water eased his mind. He opened his eyes. There was a blue light was at the bottom of the pond.

That's not possible, he thought. The pond was just deep enough for you to be all the under but shallow enough so that you could always see the sandy bottom. He swam to the bottom, surprised that he wasn't running out of air yet. He reached the blue light and it sucked him in.
A portal!

He was now looking at a memory in a river. He stared at people in long clothes and dresses walking into a strange looking place he'd never seen before - a square home with sides tipped skyward. The memory morphed into a gory battle. People killed and were killed brutally in every direction he looked. Heads and limbs chopped off, swords coated with a slick covering of blood, people screaming in agony.

There was blood everywhere, and Tyson began to feel sick to his stomach at the violence. "Stop it!" he called as he put a hand over his eyes to block the horrid memory. The scene shifted again to the empty blue space. A large bolder sat in long white cloth.

The boulder began to glow with an unnatural blue light. Inside the light, the dragon from before appeared, its electric blue eyes staring at him piercingly, calmly, strong, but clearly pleading for help.

"Is this how?" he asked to no one in particular. Suddenly he felt someone grab his wrists and drag him out of the pool. The deserted land of blue disappeared and was replaced by the familiar face of Hiccup inches from his nose. A blanket was now draped around his shoulders and his whole body. He shivered.

"What were you thinking?" Hiccup's normally calm voice was now angry.

"I know you're good at withstanding cold, but below freezing? I don't think so." Tyson stared at Hiccup but he couldn't generate the words to respond to his harsh comment. His mind was racing with new information and he couldn't help but dwell on that data alone. He barely knew Hiccup was there.

"Tyson."

Tyson snapped out of his reverie and looked up at Hiccup. Hiccup's brow furrowed and he gently placed a hand on the boy's forehead.

"You're sick" Hiccup stated matter-of-factly. Tyson looked at his reflection in the water again and was slightly shocked to find that his face was a pasty white and his cheeks flushed. He'd been out all night in the biting cold, though he hadn't felt it.

He retrieved his clothes and donned them, and followed without complaint as Hiccup took him back to Dragon Class Manor. When they had arrived, Hiccup scolded the dazed Tyson.

"Never do that again," Hiccup sighed.

"Let's get you some breakfast."

Tyson didn't eat much and shivered the rest of that day, his face remaining pale, but the next day he was perfectly fine. He was hesitant for a little while then told the curious teens about his dream of the dragon; he left out the part about the memories on purpose.

"Another dragon? That can't be a coincidence. Maybe each of us have dragons of our own that we haven't found out about yet," Aden suggested, excitement tinting his voice.

"That may not be far from the truth, Aden. Marcus' dragon came to him and apparently Tyson's is waiting for him, so maybe we all have dragons that we need to wait for." ILA considered aloud.

Tyson had been quiet all morning after he told them; he got up and walked to the pond where he'd seen the memories. He stared at it, but nothing happened.

"The bridge between water and fire." he whispered. He held his hand toward the water, concentrating hard, just like he was using fire.

Nothing happened.

He sighed and walked away from the pond. He began a trek around the edge of the island. It had a lot of rocky hills and sand, but he didn't mind much. His home before had been very rocky, but not as much sea.
He grew tired and plopped on the grass to the watch the sea's tide ebb and flow. It was wild and free; much like fire, just smoother and harder. Fire was different; it was soft but, it bit and stung if you taunted it. He sucked in a breath as his eyes widened, and he stood quickly. That was it!

He dashed towards the pond again. Sudden ILA appeared next to him, keeping his pace easily.

"Are you following me?" he asked, suspicious.

"We're supposed to stay in pairs." She said, a bit breathless. On further thought, she added a bit sheepishly, "You were so quiet this morning. I was kind of worried about you." He shrugged.

They stopped at the pond and ILA frowned slightly. "You're not going in there again, are you?" she asked, grabbing his wrist with a strong but feminine touch.

"Um… yeah." Tyson admitted nonchalantly.

"No! Hiccup told you not to. Just use the tub at the manor or something if you want a swim."

"I don't want to swim. I'm going to free my dragon." He replied with a confident air as he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his shirt.

"Under no circumstances do you go in, okay?" He warned in a rare moment of complete seriousness.

"But-"

He glowered at her. She sighed.

"Fine, I promise. But what if you're in trouble?"

"Even then, I'll fight it off so unless I'm drowning, don't go in."

She nodded and he dove in with grace. The cold water pricked at his skin and sent a shiver down his spine. He ignored it and pressed on towards the vast blue that had reappeared. Once he had reached what he thought to be about the right level, he closed his eyes.

Suddenly he opened his mouth to yell, releasing a platoon of bubbles from his mouth. A tentacle of black was wrapped around his leg and crawling upwards at a frightening rate.

Lonely, sniveling little boy… he sees what he's not supposed to! The black growled out the words.

They played again and again in his mind, as if echoing. He felt panic rising in his throat, but he forced himself to stay calm. He remembers Marcus' experience with the black, and how he had said if you blast fire at it, it would leave.

He focused his fire under the water and the black was blasted off without hurting his leg. He imagined water which wasn't hard, since he was in water; he imagined its solidness but its free, wild element.

He imagined a hurricane only going above the lake but made sure it wasn't strong enough to destroy anything. Next he imagined his fire, soft yet biting.

He had a vision of the water and fire working together but his heart skipped when the black creeping up his leg again. This time, it seemed to bore into his leg with tiny knife. He kept his focus, but he was struggling.

He felt like a hammer was pounding on the inside of his head, like it would explode at any moment. His muscles ached from the strain but he knew how to get his dragon within his grasp, and he wasn't going to let that opportunity pass.

"Ryujin, that's your name," Tyson told the dragon: the dragon which was appearing now. Its head was clearly bowed stepped through his fire and water portal. He dropped the portal in exhaustion, floating loosely.

The black snarled menacingly with a final

I will be back, and withdrew into the depths.

The snake like dragon brought Tyson's limp form to the surface. ILA gasped at the huge dragon then hesitantly stepped forward to help Tyson off its back.

He looked very tired and near frozen despite all his fire. She wrapped her arms around his back in attempt to warm him with her body. He came to right that second, and started at the fact that she was hugging him. She smirked slightly and very lightly slapped him upside the head. It was so gentle; it was more like a brush than a slap.

"Come on, we need to get back." She handed him his warm hoodie and he slipped it over his head. The dragon followed but stopped at the door and curled up. Tyson was about to collapse right at the door if not for Allan catching him and sitting him down at the table.

"What happened?" Allan demanded and ILA shook her head in shock.
Marcus entered, quickly assessed the situation, and took control.

"Never mind that! Allan, go get him some blankets! ILA, go heat up water on the stove but not too hot." The two were shocked at his sudden orders they both left to follow them.

Tyson had begun to shake uncontrollably. Allan came back quickly with a warm blanket and Marcus wrapped Tyson in it, but Tyson still shook. ILA came in with the warm water and set it on the table. Marcus took a rag and put in the water, drained it then placed a part of it to Tyson's cheek.

Tyson leaned into the warm rag, obviously enjoying it, and Marcus took the blanket from Tyson's bare shoulders and doused it in the warm water. After draining most of the water and draped it around Tyson's shoulders.

Tyson's shaking stopped later. Marcus dumped out the water and hung the rags out to dry but Tyson kept a dry blanket over his shoulders.

"Feeling better?" Marcus asked, pressing his hand to Tyson's forehead then scowling. "Your fever's worse." He sighed.

"Um, yeah, but my throat hurts." Tyson's voice sounded scratchy.

Marcus sighed heavily. "Of course it does. Why did you go back in when you knew this would happen?" he asked sharply. Tyson flinched a little; in all honesty, Marcus could look pretty scary when he wanted to.

"Oh you know, just grabbing a dragon out of a fire and water portal he created, perfectly normal!" ILA said in a biting tone, glaring with her ice blue eyes that made a shiver go up Tyson's spine.

Allan, who usually wasn't one for humor, raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement.

"Portal?" he asked in curiosity and Tyson wrapped his blanket tighter.

"Can we let Ryujin in?" Tyson asked, ignoring the question.

"Hey, um, Ryujin, come in." ILA said rather awkwardly. The dragon opened its eyes, which were a clear blue, even lighter than her own. It moved like it didn't weigh anything. It glided to Tyson and then it circled around Marcus, examining him while Marcus looked on with the same curiosity.

The dragon got closer to Marcus' face. Marcus stared with wide eyes then the dragon snuffed. Its breath was cold and Marcus blinked, and then shivered for a moment.

The dragon returned to Tyson's feet and curled up, looking perfectly content. It didn't take long for all of the classes to come back and demand to know what happened. Tyson explained everything.

Almost everything.

Tyson was scared to death about telling them about the memories he had of other times.
They bombarded him with questions until Marcus stopped them with a serious look.

"Guys, Tyson's fever is running pretty high, so why don't we talk tomorrow?"

Tyson nodded in agreement, exhausted. His body ached from his fever and his eyelids felt very heavy.

Ryujin seemed to sense this and his head went up from his post at Tyson's feet, in front of Hiccup who was examining Ryujin's snout in fascination.

"Yeah, sorry." ILA agreed, blushing a little; she had wanted to know as much as everyone else did.
Tyson yawned loudly and stretched, standing up. He made his way to his room, and then turned. "Aden is right. We need to stay together; that black stuff is dangerous." Then he headed to his bed.

Hiccup's gaze darkened. He didn't like watching while these kids suffer but he knew he had to let them fight their own battles. He couldn't intervene; this was their battle and he could only help as much as he could.

Ryujin suddenly nudged Hiccup. Hiccup faced the dragon's wise gaze and smiled.

"You've lived a long time, haven't you?" he asked.

Ryujin couldn't smile but Hiccup was pretty sure that the knowing gaze he got had a twinkle in its deep azure eyes.

YES! Hello guys! I have a request of what you think of each of my characters or you can just pick one!

You can choose from these three characters...

A) Marcus

B) Kenna

C) Allan

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