Goodbye.

(Years later)

A little boy trotted ahead of his parents, too young and energetic to pay his respects. Behind him, his father shook his head.

"Why doesn't he listen?"

His wife chuckled. "He's only four. Give him some time." She shifted, supporting the toddler in her arms with her hip.

"Anyway…" The man murmured, setting the flowers next to the memorial. For a minute, he was silent, thinking. His Dragon, an old Night Fury, walked up beside him. Nuzzling his master's hand.

"... Love you, Mom."

xxx

Meanwhile, four-year-old Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth ran through the meadow at the edge of the cliff. Below, the sea roared. The boy chased a butterfly to the edge, stopping when he came too close. He watched the butterfly dance out of his reach. Looking back at his parents, young Hiccup tried to snatch it out of the air. He stumbled.

A flash of white shot up from below, catching the boy just in time.

The white Dragon hovered, carrying the child away from the ledge before setting him down. Hiccup stared up at the creature in awe. It looked like a Night Fury, crystalline and shimmering white. A young woman perched on it's back, looking down at him with kind eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

The boy nodded, mouth agape. The radiant woman chuckled, looking up at the child's parents, who stood at a memorial stone, seeming not to have noticed anything.

"I have brought you a present." She said. "Mörgum, would you call our friends, please?"

The white Dragon seemed to nod. Raising her head, she gave a long, loud, roar. The sound ripped through the air, and the child covered his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Hiccup." The woman's voice spoke through the clamour. "Look; here they come!"

The boy looked up. Far off on the horizon, a cloud was forming.

No, not a cloud…

"Dragons!" Shouted a guard from the watchtower. "Dragons are coming from the North!"

xxx

Hiccup looked up from his mother's grave. It was true. Hundreds, maybe thousands of black dragons were gathering on the Horizon, streaming in from all directions and heading towards Berk.

"Night Furies…" He whispered. Suddenly, his son came running up;

"Papa! Papa! I saw 'n Angel!" He shrieked excitedly, pointing. "Look, look!"

Hiccup nodded. "I see them," He said. The boy looked back at the cliff. The white dragon and her beautiful rider had vanished.

"But…" He murmured, confused.

"Come on!" His father urged, "Everyone needs to see this!"

xxx

Ragna watched as Hiccup dragged his dazed son back towards the houses. The place really had changed.

"Did you hear that, mother?" Asked a voice from behind. Ragna turned. Valka chuckled, nodding at the boy.

"He thinks you're an angel."

Ragna smiled. "A lovely grandson you have, my dear."

"He's your great-grandson." Valka reminded her. She nodded, looking back fondly.

"Yes." She murmured.

After the giddy family disappeared into the town, Valka sighed.

"Where shall we go now, then?"

Ragna looked back at her. "Where else? Home."

Valka smiled. "Home."

As the scene began to fade, Ragna caught a glimpse of Hiccup. Her grandson, the chief.

"Goodbye." She whispered. "Please remember me."

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Hope you liked it, even though there's probably a lot of mistakes. I kind of just threw it together out of an old idea I had for a while. Anyway, thanks! God bless, and stay wonderful!