"Alright then sir, thank you for cooperation. That's all we need from you, so be on your way." The captain said and went back to doing his business, leaving Alvin there gaping.

He was shocked because when he went to show the captain what was in the boat, there was nothing. It was empty. No dragons. No girl. No blood. No chains. No cargo. It was just an empty space.

How could someone be able to pull that off? Alvin would've seen it happen. Right? No matter, he'd track them down anyway. They couldn't have gotten far. Right?

He walked into town to get cargo, then he'd look for his prisoners. He needed them. Behind him, a young boy, about five years old, ran up toward the captain and hugged him.

"Daddy, Daddy, you won't believe what I just saw!" He exclaimed.

"What was is it, Gabriel?" He asked and picked up his son.

"It was a dragon! It had four wings, and big claws, and someone was riding it! They went in that man's boat, then flew out fast as lightning with two more dragons! It was the coolest thing ever!" He exclaimed.

A guard nearby laughed and said, "Quite an imagination your boy's got there."

"Indeed, but Gabriel, you know dragons aren't real, right?"

"Of course they are! I just saw them. THREE of them. And two people riding them!"

"No, you didn't. You can't keep imagining silly things like that. You're old enough to know what's imagined and what's not."

"But…"

"Come now." He put Gabe down, grabbed his hand, and began walking home. The little boy in his head however vowed, One day I'll catch a dragon. Then they'll know I'm serious.

"Mmmmm…" Pache groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Upon seeing her location, a dark cave almost like the one she used to live in but bigger, she jumped up. "Huh? Where am I?"

I'm not in the ship? She turned her eyes to slits to see better in the dark, and listened for any recognizable sounds. It's not my nest, but I can hear other dragons. "Where am I?" Her eyes turned back to normal and she heard the beating of wings coming closer.

Two dragons entered the cave, a skrill, and a stormcutter. "Dreamstriker!" She shouted happily, and said dragon ran over and nudged her. "I knew we'd be okay. I just knew it, but... where are we?"

"So that's her name, Dreamstriker. It has a nice ring to it. Makes sense too. Made such a lovely storm last night." A voice rang through the cave and there was an odd shaking noise. Then, all around them dragons kindled a fire in their mouth, lighting up the room.

"I'm sorry for it being so dark, but It's hard to find a constant light source for such a continuous abode. Oh, I'm sorry for using such big words on you, but I sometimes can't help but ramble." A masked figure stepped off of the Storm cutter, and clambered toward Pache who was trying to avoid her touch as he/she reached for her.

"Wh...who are you?" She asked.

"A vigilante. I mean a…"

"I know what that is. You don't need to translate." Pache's high vocabulary came in handy every now and then. The vigilante touched pache's face, and began to feel her long, wavy hair. The person stopped however, when he felt the back of her neck.

"What is…"

"It's a birthmark." She knew what had halted the movements. "My dad has one just like it. I probably shouldn't be telling you this. Last time I did I got kidnapped. Speaking of which, what happened? How did I get here?"

The vigilante ignored the question and asked, "A birthmark? And you're father has one just like this?"

"Yes."

"What…" The person paused. "...what is his name?"

Pache was hesitant to reveal more information, but decided if Striker made a storm that night that the place was safe. "His name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. I like to say it and tease him sometimes." And then he reminds me of my beautiful name. Honestly, what was he thinking? She thought.

She turned toward her savior who was trembling. "H-hiccup?"

"Yup. Are you okay?"

"Hiccup."

"Hello?"

"Hiccup."

"Are you having a mental breakdown?"

"Hiccup."

"Am I going to have to run for my life at any moment?"

"Hiccup."

"Please stop, you're scaring me."

Pache heard the dragons' silent giggles at the behavior of the two humans. The vigilante reached for her mask and pulled it off. It was a woman who… "You look my father. That's funny." Pache awkwardly giggled. "By the way, just so that I don't pee myself in suspense, what's your name?"

The woman paused for a minute. "I… I am Valka. Valka..."

Awkward silence

"She is my rider, young hatchling." The Stormcutter said. "My name is Cloudjumper, previously known as Floquad. I'm pleased to meet you, princess." He bowed down, and the dragons followed. They could sense a future alpha from a mile away. Valka seemed confused, but at the same time, phased out.

"Nice to meet you too Flo… Cloudjumper." Pache responded, much to the woman's surprise.

"How do you know his name? I haven't told you it."

"Oh, no reason." She gave her an innocent smile. "I guess I just figured. Cloud. Jumper. It makes sense. Like Dreamstriker."

"I suppose so." She was suspicious, but let it go. "H-how do you have a dragon? Everyone else would just…" She paused to find the right words. "...kill it." She made a motion with her hands that was like she was ripping apart an orange.

"My dad trained a dragon, and then my mom did. My dad and his dragon, Toothless, a night fury, are the alphas of the nest of Freyja. I've lived there my entire life, with the exception of traveling of course which we've done a lot." Pache responded, petting Striker's nuzzle who responded by tossing her in the air and catching her. The two laughed until Pache groaned and grimaced in pain. Her back was still in terrible condition.

"I wouldn't move very much. Physical activity is…"

"STRENUOUS!" Valka looked at Pache questioningly for her reason of interrupting her. "I learned it recently. The elder, when my back had stitches, told me not to do anything strenuous."

"Very good. That was exactly the word I was going to use." The vigilante praised. It wasn't, but she thought it would make the young girl feel better. "Anyway…" Valka wiggled her staff so Striker, Cloudjumper, and a few dragons to light the way followed her to a smaller cave where medicine was kept. "...you should lie here until everything is better." Striker laid her rider down on a bunch of furs and the two accomplice dragons left, leaving only the bonded. Valka began to mix some herbs and Cloudjumper lit up the fireplace for light and warmth. " I'll make you some breakfast. You must be starving after being in that boat."

"Thank you ma'am." Manners was something Hiccup made sure his daughter knew.

"Speaking of which, why were you in that boat with that Treacherous man?"

"It's a loooooooooooooooooooooooo…." She continued to say long for a couple minutes, driving everybody near insanity. "...ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong story."

"I have time." She responded and handed Pache some fish. "I hope you like cod."

"It's one of my favorites." The two smiled at each other, and the two dragons lied down to hear the story.

"Idiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiot." Hiccup said under his breath as he flew on Toothless toward the nest of Freyja with 'the old gang.'

Astrid and the other riders her age would go and look for Pache with some tracker dragons. Hiccup and Toothless still had to clear up business between Berk and the nest, injured dragons had to be taken care of, etc., etc.

It killed him knowing that he couldn't look for his daughter, but he couldn't do everything. At least Astrid will be out there. He thought. She was probably the only person he could trust to find his daughter. (note: I said person, not dragon)

"Hiccup, stop being so, what's the word? Ha…"

"IMBICULLEN!" Snotlout was interrupted by Tuffnut. Everyone looked at him with an irritated, angry, or confused look on their face. "What? Too boss of a word for your smallness of a brain?" He was ignored and Snotlout continued.

"As I was saying, don't be so hard on yourself. It was that idiot Treacherous's fault. Also Mildew the cabbage-troll-hobbit thing."

"Snotlout, I don't expect you to understand." Hiccup furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's THAT supposed to mean? I can understand your concern!"

"No, you can't."

"And just why not?"

"Pache is… special. Just one thing can set her off. You saw how she controlled her powers. Also, she has visions. Nightmares. Horrors only she can see. They cause her to scream and freak out. Only with the right treatment can it be stopped, and Alvin doesn't understand anything except that to shut someone up, you take them out." Everyone was silent. Hiccup sighed and said, "I don't expect him to kill her. But, I'm worried that in the wrong hands she'll have a fate worse than death."

With those words, everyone seemed to fly a little bit faster.