The man and dragon soared over the island, both pairs of eyes searching the area below eagerly.

"There, bud," the man said, pointing to a charred clearing.

The dragon turned and dove for the ground, landing smoothly on the blackened earth.

The man dismounted and knelt beside one of the scorch marks.

"These look almost like...plasma blasts, bud," said the man, his eyes widening. "Toothless, this could be another night fury!"

Toothless grumbled softly and sniffed the earth, his frill flattening in aggression.

"what is it, Toothless?" asked the man, scouring the surrounding area. "There's no one here but us."

Toothless growled as a rustle came from the nearby brush.

"Aaaand maybe I was wrong," said the man, staring at the brush. He drew his sword and crept forward slowly, ready to spring at the unseen enemy.

A Nadder burst out of the brush, carrying a blonde with an axe on its back.

"Astrid?" yelped the man, startled.

"There you are, Hiccup," Astrid chided. "Stormfly and I have been scouring the entire archipelago for you!"
The Nadder squawked and cocked its head at Toothless, who responded with a gurgle.

"Why? What could possibly be so important?" inquired Hiccup, sheathing his sword.

"Your father," Astrid replied, rolling her eyes. "There's a situation he needs you to handle."

Hiccup sighed and mounted Toothless. "What kind of situation?"
"I think it'd be better if you saw it for yourself," replied Astrid, taking off.

As Hiccup followed, he couldn't help but glance back as a shrill cry echoed from the island.

What could his father possibly need his help with?