Well, Tuesday sucked. I was sick and throwing up and couldn't do ANYTHING! Sorry if this comes in late, but my stomach and throat are still sore from all the puking. (I know, TMI but whatever) I also wanted to know if I should include Valka in this fanfiction. I wasn't sure if I should, but I also had some great ideas for her, and I'd like to know your opinion. Anyway… enjoy.

"No...noooo, NOOOO!"

The little brat has been screaming all night now. It's become quite annoying and I might just go down and wring her neck to shut her up, but if I'm going to put her to any use I need her ability to speak to dragons in check. Once I become bonded I'll be one of the most powerful people in the world. With a whispering death, I'll be even more powerful than the night fury.

Of course even though I'll be more powerful I can't have anyone to threaten my power. So, I'll simply kill him and any other bonded I ever find, even if it's just a little girl.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

There it is again. That stupid screaming. How can someone only five years of age be screaming like that? I bet she's just a brat who's throwing a tantrum. Of course, I did kidnap her and her dragon and threaten to kill her family, but she's had an easy going time compared to what I had to face when I was her age.

"STOOOOOOOOP!"

"THAT'S IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I ran down the stairs to go shut the girl up. She's just screaming to annoy me, like she did with my guards… er, previous guards. Who she killed. Just another reason for her to die. But, if she tried to escape I would kill her dragon, and she knows this.

I throw off the thin blanket covering her… only to see her fast asleep. So, she wasn't purposefully doing this? Either way she needs to keep quiet, and if keeping her awake will do that then she will stay awake.

I kicked her in the side and she was flung to the other side of the boat, making it rock. "SHUT UP!" I shouted just in case she couldn't hear me.

"I… I…" She tried to pull herself up, but fell back down. What a weakling, just like her father was.

"Stop being such a brat and deal with it. You're not going to see your family for a long time girly, so you better get used to it." I spat at her.

"I… I…" She kept repeating. "I… I…" Tears began forming at her eyes, which was just what I wanted to see. I wanted to watch her cry and beg for mercy. I wanted to see her fade into nothingness as I seduced her into nothing but a measly worm. "I… I…" But then the water was gone, and her eyes were in slits. "I… I…"

"You what for the gods sakes?" I asked, growing impatient.

"I… I won't cry." Her eyes turned normal again, and her lips formed a quick smile before she began to laugh hysterically. It was even worse than the screaming.

"SHUT UP!" I kicked her face, and she was knocked unconscious, but the smile was still on her face.

Knowing she'd be like that for a few hours I headed back up on deck where the skrill was trying to escape her chains, but to no avail. The only thing that accomplished was the whispering death punishing her. But, the skrill oddly enough began to make an odd sound almost like… laughing?

I snapped my fingers and the dragon was poked by a poisoned needle which would keep her unconscious for a few hours.

What weirdos, I thought as I picked the excess earwax out of my earlove.

Oh Apachexaterrascorpioarosalight, my daughter, where could you possibly be? I thought as I tried to eat breakfast, but my appetite was gone so it was a waste of time. I even almost fell asleep twice, but avoided it.

I can't sleep without knowing all of my family is safe. Where could she possibly be?

Hiccup and I have been taking shifts since yesterday night. Every five hours we switch and get food and sleep. Or at least all the food and sleep our bodies and minds can endure.

Other dragon riders have helped too, but don't have the same perspiration, which Hiccup and I understand. Pache is our responsibility and we should've been more concerned when she first showed signs of her power. Instead, we decided to ignore it and it almost killed someone. Accidentally of course, but it would have nevertheless happened.

Mildew has also disappeared. We think he might have had something to do with Pache, but he's an old man. He would have had to get some help, and we already took attendance to everyone on the island, and nobody else was gone.

How could she have just disappeared like that? How could Mildew have disappeared like that? How could we still not find her?

We've even gone as far as terror messaging other chiefs. While we're at it we're also going to try to change their view on dragons. For each island we send two or three riders as Berkian representatives. While they're at it they can also search for any sign of Pache.

We've already gone through two Islands in the past few days, but so far we've had no luck of finding my daughter.

And I had such a good surprise for her when she would be fully recovered.

But, for now all I can do is ponder on what would have been, and what will be later on as I hum a lullaby that will forever be in my heart. Let the wind carry us to the clouds hurry up, alright.

We can travel so far as our eyes can see.

Pache ran the image of her mother singing the lullaby throughout her head. It kept her asleep, and gave her nightmares of when all the happiness was ruined.

She realized the only way to feel alive was to feel great amounts. If she only had sweet dreams then she would sleep forever.

What she forgot was that she tended to scream, and had been abruptly awoken by Alvin. However, all she could do was laugh at the thought that he thought he was seducing her. But, he was just making her stronger. Every second that she spent enduring pain is every second weakness left her body. Not only did she have advantages Alvin knew about, but also about advantages Alvin didn't know about.

Because he forgot about the little green dragon hidden under Striker's frills.

Four hours later at eleven o'clock Pache woke up smiling and giggling so Alvin couldn't hear her. Only a dragon could, but Striker wasn't awake yet, and whispering deaths couldn't hear very well. That only left one, Fiendish.

The hatchling poked his head out from one of the spines on Striker's head and cocked his head, wondering if he actually heard what he thought he heard.

Another giggle was heard, and he looked around to make sure Alvin and the whispering death weren't looking, and in that split second he scrambled for a crack in the floor that lead to where Pache was. When he made it down there her smile somehow got bigger, and she hugged him with a warm embrace.

"Oh Fiendish, I'm so happy you're safe!" She whispered.

"Treacherous, Treacherous!" He replied and had a gummy, wide eyed looked.

"Thank goodness you're here. I need your help." He cocked his head with a questioning look. "Since you're not able to fly yet I need you to give this to a scauldron." She took out a small scroll in a bottle hidden in the folds of her skirt and teared off a piece of fabric. Then she tied the bottle around Fiendish neck. "You need to leave the boat and call for a dragon who goes by the name of Leelyah. Then, show her the bottle, she'll know it's from me. She'll take you home."

Fiendish nudged her, he didn't want her to leave. "You have to go. It's the only way I'll ever get home and safe again. If you're worried about swimming it's alright. There's a loose board above us, just take it and hold on to it while you're out there. When you think we're far enough away so that the bad guys can't hear us then start calling."

"Treacherous." The dragon purred and nudged her.

"Please, if all turns out alright then I'll see you soon. But you have to hurry." Excited about the idea of Pache being safe he grabbed the loose board out of the floor and went out to sea.

Just like what Pache said, when they were out of earshot he called for Leelyah. Five minutes later, a teal scauldron popped out of the water and began to carry the hatchling terror to Berk.

Mildew was dead. He finally kicked the bucket.

Or the bucket kicked him.

He was found dead in a high elevated cave by the ocean. It only added to the questions and possibilities of Pache's disappearance. Who else could have taken her other than the grumpy old man?

Many people, while expecting Mildew's death to be soon, were still shocked. How old he was made it seem like he was immortal, but this was obviously proven false.

Also adding icing on the cake, his death wasn't natural. So now Snotlout and the Twins (oh boy) were trying to find his murderer. So far they found nothing. Hiccup was pacing around his room, trying to make sense of it all.

Could the murderer and Pache be connected? He thought. But how could he have gotten away? Every citizen was on Berk and no strangers were there before Pache was gone. Who could have been able to pull something off like this? Who's dangerous and cocky enough to even try? The only person u can think of is… no! That's impossible." Hiccup scoffed at the thought. But then again, we never did see his remains.

A look of shock and horror appeared in his face and he ran out to find Astrid. How could we have been so stupid? He hard toward the forest where Astrid was taking out her rage, all the while repeating one thought about his daughter being gone…

I did this.

Alvin had been tying up his boat to the dock when he noticed a couple people staring at him.

I guess I'll have to kill them later tonight. He thought and made a mental note about it. They hadn't made it to Camelot yet. It would take at least a year to actually get there, so detours had to be made to restock for food and other items. He left his dragon in charge with Pache and Striker hidden in what could currently be called as the dungeons.

Alvin was going to just get enough food for at least a week, a new tunic because his was covered in blood. That's probably why people were staring, but he'd deal with that later.

He also needed a gag for the little girl and some drugs to put her to sleep easier. If he kept knocking her out she'd get a concussion, and he needed her knowledge. If she fell asleep on her own she'd start screaming.

Lastly, Alvin needed a whip. He'd lost his old one, and had to use a belt, but now that he was going to the shop he could get one. It wasn't just for the five year old though, it was also for his dragon.

Why that thing still followed him, he didn't know. He had figured it was probably afraid of him hunting it if it got away. And he would.

Right now they were somewhere a couple hundred miles away, and the docks were large, and full of trade. He'd be a needle in a haystack. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him and turned to see a man dressed in armor and hopping off of a horse. Behind him, several more guards were there.

"What did you say. I didn't hear ya." Alvin asked in his best English, which was surprisingly good, that he learned in that horrible past of his.

"A criminal has disappeared and we need to search for him. Do you mind if we look around your vessel?" the man replied.

"Who's asking?"

"The captain of the royal guard, by the king's orders."

"Is it a necessary requirement?"

"If you don't want to be suspected then you'll let us."

Alvin grumbled in frustration. "Fine, but only you. It's a small boat I'm sure you'll find your way." He'd have to find a way to convince the captain to keep quiet about the dragons, and he'd have to convince him Pache was a psychotic daughter that he would be taking to an exorcist or something.

"Thank you for your cooperation sir."

"Whatever."