A growl emitted from the back of Pache's throat as she watched the Vikings drag her parents away, and sail back to the place they came from.

"What'll we do Pache?" Strike asked.

"We gotta get them back." She answered.

"How?"

"We gotta get help. C'mon, let's go. There has to be someone who will know what to do."

"Don't you dare Apachexaterrascorpioarosalight Treacherous, I won't let you be hurt while your father's gone." Toothless stopped her before she got on the skrill.

"But Uncle, if we don't do anything, then wh…"

"Your father will be fine. He can handle himself. You on the other hand are just a little girl. C'mon, it's late. You should go to bed." Toothless knew she couldn't sleep after a vision. The nightmares would be too strong. But, she could lay comfortably in her bed and be one less thing to worry about.

While she did that Toothless would watch the shoreline, hoping that his brother would come home soon, safe, and sound.

Pache pouted as she walked over to her bed. Striker tucked her in and curled around her, giving her warmth, and comfort apart from the vision.

After about an hour and a half Toothless came in to make sure Pache was asleep, to which she faked. When he left, she cracked one eye open to make sure he did before hopping out of bed and packing.

She packed clothes, put a notebook and charcoal pens in one of the bags of her belt, hid a dagger up her sleeve, and under her black leggings, and finally attached a mallet, her weapon of choice, on the side of her belt. Then, she put her black flats on, tied a red headband on her head and brushed out her side-swept bangs. Then she braided a small piece of her wavy, dirt-blonde hair, and let the rest fall down to her waist.

Then, she got a staff from under her mattress.

She had practiced with it every day ever since she saw her father play-fight with Toothless and thought it was the coolest thing in the world. She would secretly fly on Striker with it, and hid it under her mattress. It was a cheap hiding place, but it did it's job.

She walked onto Striker's back, in between her wings, put on her black mask that covered the top part of her face, and whispered, "C'mon, we have to go before Toothless knows we're awake and can catch up."

Toothless can always catch up. But the words convinced them that they could do what they hoped to achieve.

With a new hope, they took up silently into the morning air, the pink sky being the only light to keep them awake during their long flight.

Berk.

The one place I hoped never to return to. Now, I'm being dragged through the village… by my own father… to the jail cells. Ya, this is just how I wanted things to turn out.(hear the sarcasm?)

Next to me Gobber is taking Astrid. Many vikings were following, wanting to know what happened, and what was going on. Astrid and I looked at each other, telling ourselves to stay strong. At least, we're together on this. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm happy Pache escaped. She's always been a slippery little girl. My father and Gobber greatly underestimate her, hence her middle name. In fact, it's not just her middle name. Let me break it up for you.

Apache- Fast and majestic as the Apache horses from Xaterra.

Xaterra- The village that she was born in, and that was the first to fully accepted dragons.

Scorpio- Her zodiac symbol, which we learned about in Xaterra. Also, just imagine scorpions, and you've got the bad side of Pache. You don't want to wake her up in the morning when she's got a dagger under her sleeve.

Aros(e)- Her cheeks are rosy, and that was what we were originally going to have her middle name be.

alight- When she was born, she lit up our world, and it was the crack of dawn when the sun shone its brightest.

Complicated, but we made it fit.

Stoick doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Pache was raised around dragons, and has therefore taken on some of their personalities. For example, possessiveness. Never take a toy from a dragon, and never take parents from a little girl.

I was shoved harshly in a cell while Astrid was put in the one two cells away. They were separating us. But, this is closer than we've been in years, so I'm alright with it. "Chief, what's going on?" Silent Sven asked.

"We're going to have a meeting in the great hall." Stoick said. "And we'll have a trial in three days." He stared daggers at me. Then, he chucked my helmet at me which I hardly caught. Then everyone walked off to have their meeting. I looked to the sky, as if expecting a rescue mission soon. I didn't want anybody from the nest to get hurt, especially Pache.

"Please be safe." I prayed.

"No, that's not possible, my daughter would never…" Helga Hofferson defended her daughter.

"Then it appears you don't know her like you thought." Spitelout interrupted her, then looked around the room, sadly. "Apparently none of us did."

It's true, everyone thought they had figured her out, like she was an open book. When they looked at her, they looked at a perfect warrior, who trained every day, and wasn't an ignorant child like everyone else her age. They must've forgotten that nobody's perfect, and overlooked who she really was.

Nobody really took the time to hang out with her, and get to know her personality, her feelings. To them, a good shield maiden didn't have that many feeling so that they wouldn't have a disadvantage in battle. So, they assumed her rock-like attitude was because of that reason, but it was however to hid her actual self.

"I agree with Mrs. Hofferson, I mean, we all know Astrid's madly in love with me." Snotlout boasted. Everyone in the room groaned in annoyance. While Snotlout's ignorance blocked out Astrid's denial, it didn't block out the village.

"Snotlout, not now, pleeeease." Gobber said as he rubbed his temples to get rid of the headache that began to form.

"Sorry, just stating the facts." He held his hand up.

"What facts? I didn't hear any facts? Did you?" Tuffnut asked. "Maybe he means the fact that he's an idiot." Ruffnut explained. "Yeah, that makes more sense. A definite fact that is. I mean, let's face the facts, Snotlout's facts are not actually facts. And another fact is that…" Ruffnut punched Tuffnut. "Shut up, we get it."

"Anyway, what are we going to do about the Death Rider? Isn't he like, the leader of an entire nest of dragons. Something bad could turn out from us taking him." Fishleg said.

"I don't think so, there was another alpha who could take care of the nest. If we know anything about the beasts, it's that they're mindless. They wouldn't take a chance just for one person, even if he is their leader. I think we're safe." Gobber said.

"What're we going to do with the Hofferson lass?" Spitelout asked.

"We're going to have a trial in three days, just like I said." Stoick answered.

"Won't he have time to like, escape or something. Not that he'd be able to under my watch, but… you know." Snotlout boasted.

Stoick rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If you're so sure Snotlout, why don't you watch him overnight." He suggested.

"What? Me? I… I'd love to but I…"

"Very well, then, Snotlout's got night duty. You're all dismissed." Stoick interrupted him before he needed 5 blocks of ice tonight.

It was final, Snotlout was guarding the Dark Rider and Astrid. All night. By himself. Nothing to do. This would not turn out well…

For him.

Pache has been flying for about a whole day now, and she was pooped. She needed her sleep, being a growing 5 year old. She wished she was in her bed while her father was tucking her in and singing her favorite lullaby.

But that couldn't happen until she got him back. And she wouldn't rest until she accomplished that.

She was searching the area for any sign of help, but all she saw was blue, until a few minutes later an Island came in view.

"Dreamstriker, land there!" She said, and the skrill dove down to land on the docks. When she planted her feet, everyone around them began shouting in fright. Then, one man stepped forward.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" The man asked in a scratchy voice.

She took off her mask. "I am Pache, princess of the dragon nest of Freyja. I need help to help rescue my dad. He was captured by Berk. Can you please help." She begged.

The man rubbed the chin under his thick, black beard, considering what she was saying. "Tell me girl, who is your father?"

"His name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Please help." She repeated.

He paused for a moment, before answering, "We will help you. C'mon, let's talk about what happened." How quickly he had come to that confusion seemed odd, but desperation for help erased the thought.

"You wouldn't mind my dragon, would you? I understand if you want her to stay here."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. In fact, if you would let us, we'd like to learn how to ride them as well." A crazed smile crossed the man's face, but was overlooked by Pache's excitement in more people like the ones at Xaterra.

"Of course, I'd love to." She said, and skipped after the large man. "By the way, who are you?"

"I am the chief of the Outcasts, Alvin the Treacherous." Pache could have sworn she'd heard that name before, but brushed it off as a coincidence.

"Hey, treacherous is my middle name." She laughed at the coincidence.

"Is it now? Just because of that, you're going to get a special surprise."

"What is it?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"When will I get it?"

"Soon, very, very, soon." And they walked off to the arena to talk about their plan, while Alvin made a separate plan in his mind, and thought about the great surprise he was going to give his rival's granddaughter.