OH MY GOSH! I completely forgot to type up this chapter, and thus wasn't able to upload it on Sunday. I feel like an idiot. I want to thank everybody for their reviews. It really helps me out, I also think that this story is coming to it's end. I'm not sure when, or how many more chapters there will be, but nevertheless know that the end is closing in. Enjoy…

"So, what do you know about this so-called dragon girl?" Drago asked.

"I only know her title and power." Alvin answered.

"Power? Tell me more."

"She has is the daughter of the Death Rider, and one of Berk's powerful warriors."

"The Dragon Master's daughter, huh? I can't say I'm surprised."

"Aye. This girl has great power, not just because she has future leadership over two tribes, but also because she is dragon-like."

"Dragon-like? In what way?" Drago said, almost in disbelief.

"In the slit-eyed, growling, hissing, lightning bolt type of way. She has dragon features, and rides a skrill."

"Do you have any way to prove this fantasy?"

Alvin was getting frustrated at the nonchalance Drago held. He wanted information, and I'm giving it to him. "Of course I do!" He said, and took off his shirt. "This is what happened to me when I decided to mess with her and her dragon."

The giant scar on his chest was unmistakable, Drago knew that much. He was struck by a bolt. If it was actually by a girl with skrill abilities, he was hesitant to accept, but if he knew anything about the bonded it was that they could do the impossible. "How did you find out about her?"

"I was going to conquer Berk with my vast and powerful tribe. The Treacherous girl gave me a chance to do that, considering she was the chief's granddaughter. I thought It would work, but then the dragons came and gave the enemy an extreme advantage. I'll admit, I was a fool then, but this time I'll get my revenge." He said, putting his shirt back on.

Drago laughed, much to the other man's confusion. "You think it's that easy? That someone with inhuman abilities exists just to exist? No. There's so much more to this than you could ever imagine."

"Like what? I held my end of the deal, time for you to pay up." Alvin demanded, feeling insulted.

The foreign man leaned back in his chair, his smile dropping. "You seem quite impatient."

"I want to get this over with so I can kill that freak of nature as soon as I can."

Drago sighed. "Fine. But, this information is precious, and is not to be used foolishly. If I hear it spreading around…" Alving suddenly had a knife at his throat. "I'll hold you personally responsible."

"Understood." He said, unable to swallow his fear as he stared into frightening, grey-green eyes. The knife was lowered, and Drago began telling his valuable secret.

"I think by now you have figured that my name is an alias. It's more of a way to instill fear, while at the same time hiding my origin." Alvin nodded. "I was born in a place far away from here. I had a good life, wife and kids. We were a good family, undeserving of the punishment the gods had bestowed upon us." He stood up, and began to slowly pace around the room. "Nobody in my clan had known what a dragon was really like. We only had stories and old paintings that were usually very different from one another. We were completely unprepared for the attack.

"Their numbers were few, ranging in just single digits. But that didn't stop them from killing the overall population, including most of my family. Only my baby son, Nestro, survived. Those who weren't killed were injured or sick enough to the point where they were going to die." Drago pulled his cape back, unlatching the straps to his metal arm, and pulled it off, showing Alvin his stump. "But in memory of my fallen kinsmen, I decided to rise above the fear of dragons, and free others of this world." He then reapplied his fake limb, and sat back down.

"On the way south, where the hell-beasts had come from, I became stronger, teaching myself and my son to fight, also stopping by various tribes for rest and supplies. One night, I was renting a room at the local Inn when the monsters decided to attack again. This time, I was ready. It was the first time in my life that killing something had come so easily. The village, much to my surprise, was also prepared. Apparently dragon raids were a normal thing. No matter how many great warriors they had, the battles were never without loss.

"On our journey I realized names were something that could be used against us. We needed an alias. So, I used my family as inspiration. D.R.A.G.O. Damien, my eldest son. Rella, my oldest daughter. Anna, my wife. Gary, my brother. And Ora, my youngest daughter. It's an odd coincidence that if Nestro had died, my alias would be Dragon. Since my youngest son was still alive, I decided to give him my name.

"Eret is what his new name was. Eret, son of Eret."

Alvin was shocked. "Wait! So your finest trapper is also…"

"My son, yes. He was an amazing child, proud to have me as his father, and I was proud to have him as a son. We gained members everywhere we went. I don't know what my boy was thinking, but at 9 years old he took a branding mark that was molded by one of my smiths, and burned it on his chest. I was angry with Eret, and when asking why he did it, he answered with "Because the people don't fear you enough. Other tribes worship dragons out of fear, so if more people feared you then we could be defeating them in no time." At first, I thought my boy was an idiot, but then a wonderful idea hit me.

"If the dragons were feared to the point of respect, then why not use them? Dragons used to put fear into men, and me, a man, putting the fear into dragons. It's a vicious circle, really, and as you can see, I have gathered the biggest armada possible."

"Where does the girl come in with this?" Alvin asked impatiently, earning a glare from Drago.

"One day when checking our camps, traps, and ships we discovered they were destroyed by giant ice spikes. My best trackers found the one doing it, and it turned out to be a giant ice dragon. I'm not saying how but, we got it and I controlled it. Never had I felt to powerful. This alpha dragon and it's nest would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

"Then, to top it all off, I found the source of the raids. Another alpha dragon, the Red Death. I took control of it using the Bewilderbeast, which was much stronger. I bred them together, and tried to make the female alpha stronger by getting more food. At first she was only raiding for necessary food, but the excess amount would make her almost as strong as her mate.

"So I made her raid more and more, and she became stronger and stronger, even producing another Bewilderbeast, thus having to raid even more. I had two nesting locations, both far from each other, but close enough that I could travel between them easily. When the mutt was old enough to separate from it's mother, I took it here and raised it so it could become stronger than its parents.

"Twenty-two years ago, I lost control of my first Bewilderbeast to a dragon rider. She took him and his nest over, and then began to try and stop me. Freeing my dragons, destroying my forts, and fighting my men was few of the many things that Dragon Vigilante did to ruin my plans. As much as it bothers me to admit, she was doing a good job. To make things worse, fourteen years later my other alpha dragon was killed.

"I could hardly believe my eyes, but there it was, the corpse. Later on I discovered that the nest couldn't work without an alpha. So, I went back to figure out this mystery. That's when I discovered the Death Rider. I was angry, but I still had the best dragon every produced in the dragon world. The Grey and Red Bewilderbeast.

"I didn't need the Red Death. The only point of her was to weaken other tribes, and give me another alpha. And the Death Rider was far enough away that he wouldn't interfere too much with my plans. But the Vigilante was a problem. As it turns out, one night I got to encounter her myself. And luckily I had her in an arm lock, and saw on her neck a single, golden scale. Does your girl have this scale?"

"She does. Why?" Alvin asked.

"Then not only is she powerful, but she comes from a long line of powerful people."

"What?"

"Shut up! I'm not done yet!" Drago yelled, standing up. He walked over to a bookshelf, and pulled out a black leather book titled, Bonded. He walked over to Alvin, and handed it to him. "Look through it as I explain."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" He said, to which he obeyed. "The Bonded is a tribe in which a long time ago was in peace with dragons. Each person had a dragon version of themselves. To show it, they had a scale on the back of their necks, like soulmates. Those who were bonded inherited a dragon's power if their dragon was not an alpha species. If the dragon was an alpha then the human wouldn't inherit powers.

"But, there was an anti-group. The Savage. They were in fear of the Bonded's power, and so tried to get rid of them. The Bonded was almost wiped out, but a few families survived. After discovering the Death Rider rode a Night Fury, an alpha species, I could only assume he was bonded. Putting two and two together, I realized he and the Vigilante were related somehow. Me and Eret being from the Savage clan, now have two goals.

"One is to erase dragons from this world, and the other is to erase those who stand against us. Now onto the skrill girl. My son explained to me that you wanted to track her down, and it led you to the Bewilderbeast's nest. Am I correct?"

"Yeah."

"Well, if my suspicions are correct, the Vigilante had the Berk crest tattooed on her wrist. I've learned many things about this viking land. One of them being that only the wife of a chief has that type of marking. So, if she's the wife of Berk's chief, and the Death Rider is Stoick's son…" Alvin's eyes widened in realization. "Then that girl of yours is the Vigilante's grandchild."

Three knocks were heard at the door, ending the silence that had followed the long talk.

"We're here." Drago said.

"Where?" Alvin asked.

"The nest." He answered, and stepped onto the deck where his men were awaiting. When he did, they cheered, and were quiet when he thumped his staff on the boat. "Men!" He shouted. "Today is the day we finally get rid of those who have stood in our way! After so many years of trials, losses, scars, sickness, and many other hardships, we are finally here! Whatever we may face, keep going, and never give in! We will win this battle because we have an advantage they don't! We have true strength to follow up on our will to fight! So when we bust through the mountain, we will eliminate our enemies, and have victory once and for all for all the fallen who could not get their vengeance!" He said, and at the end of his speech, all of the armada cheered, and began to prepare for the battle of the century.

"Almost there riders!" Hiccup shouted, looking back at the others, smiling. He was finally going to see his daughter after not being with her for so long.

He wasn't the only happy one. Most of Berk followed behind, along with the Ainstatia armada, were happy to do something good. Not to mention Astrid, who was filled from head to toe in anticipation. She very badly wanted to hug Pache again. Even if it was only a couple weeks of her missing, it was enough for something scarring to happen to her.

After all, if a mountain-size dragon can be killed in under an hour, then what's a six year old girl to two weeks?

"I hope she's alright." Astrid told Hiccup.

He looked at her, surprised. She was happy, yet anxious as to what terrible things might have occurred when she was gone. He smiled, reassuringly and said, "Astrid."

She looked up at him, and couldn't help but grin. "Yeah?"

"She's going to be alright. We are going to find her and take her home. She'll be fine."

"How can you be so sure?"

He smirked at her, cockily. "Because I have a plan in case things go wrong."

"What is it? Something stupid?"

"I've already done that."

She looked ahead and said, "Well then, it's probably going to be crazy."

"You know me too well." He said, and they laughed together.

As they headed forward, and the icy fog began to clear, they heard a loud BOOM echo through the skies.

And to both parents' horror, they saw an armada of ships and dragons battling right where their destination was.

Right where Pache was.