I knoooooooow. I am soooooo late on this. Homework, soccer, school, homework. HOMEWORK! Enjoy…

Alvin was not expecting Pache to fly back up to him. Nevertheless, he had unhappily watched the scene play out. He frowned as she hovered next to him.

"What do you want you evil…"

"Let's take this to the ground. We'll settle this fairly."

"W-well are you sure you want to do that. I don't think you would win against such a man like me, little girl." He said, smirking. She was bothered by that insult, and he knew it. Pache just grumbled and flew down, Alvin following after her.

When they reached the ground, Alvin told his dragon to go, and Striker nuzzled her rider before leaving to help the riders. She stayed close by, of course. "What do you plan to do to me, child?"

In response, she sat down cross-legged. "Nothing." She simply said.

Alvin was taken aback. "What? You wanted to fight."

"No. I wanted to settle this. There's a big difference."

"If you're not going to fight, then I'll just have to beat you." He began to stride forward, until a bolt struck the ground in front of him, preventing the Outcast from taking another step.

"You don't understand. I'm not going to fight you, and you're not going to fight me. I have been training. It hasn't been long, but it's been enough. I can control this power now. I don't like to use it, but if I have to I will."

"Witch." He spat at her.

"Hatchets and Hammers may cause people to stammer, but insults won't break my stride." She smiled, happy to use something her grandmother taught her. "I am going to talk. You are going to listen. You can run away now if you want to."

"I'm no coward. Especially not to a kid like you."

"I hoped you'd say that." She said. Suddenly, a blue blast hit a catapult near them, causing wood and embers to fly everywhere. "Dad's here!" She exclaimed. After standing up to him, she was worried he'd go away. But as always, he stayed with her.

"I had forgotten."

Pache turned her head toward the Outcast. "What?"

"Your father is Hiccup, the old runt. I never thought he would turn out to be the Death Rider. And even better, his mother is the Vigilante."

"So?"

"You're just a little bastard aren't you." He smiled evilly.

She cocked her head, confused. She had heard that word many times, but had never really known what it meant. Whenever she tried asking someone from Xaterra they had changed the topic. Asking the dragons wasn't much luck either. Her father would freeze, and his eyes would glaze over as is remembering something bad. This was a man she would be able to ask, as much as she hated to admit it. "A… what?"

"A bastard. Someone who was born out of wedlock."

"Wedlock?"

"Yess. You see, your parents had you before they were married. This is a very serious crime, especially for a chief's son."

"But it's alright now. I was pardoned because of Xaterra."

"Xaterra? That little town? I once decided to try and overtake them." Pache growled. "But they weren't worth my time." She glared at him. He took another step forward. "Just imagine, if you weren't born your father might have gone home sooner."

Another step.

"Your mother wouldn't have so much stress over a daughter she doesn't care enough about to visit."

Two steps. Pache winced. "She loves me! She wanted to visit, but couldn't."

"Is that what they told you?"

Another step.

"Tell me, girl, why are we here today? It sure wasn't by accident. You came to me for help, without even considering who I was. You brought the outcasts to Berk, endangering them…"

"No!" One step.

"And then your daddy had to come save you, therefore putting him, the dragons and your mother in danger."

"It's not my fault." Only six feet away.

"You know it is, bastard. If you didn't exist, everything would be better. Everyone would be happier."

"No." Five feet.

"Yes. It's true, and you know it."

Four feet. "No. Nono."

"Because of you, your dragon almost died. You're just a pest. Someone who was never meant to be here. You don't belong. The oddball, is all you are. And they hid it from you. Stop being in denial. Because..."

He lunged forward, grabbing her neck, squeezing it tight. Alvin had caught her off guard, using his Treacherous words against her. And she fell for it.

"I speak the truth." He smirked wider.

Pache's blue and green eyes thinned to slits, and the colors almost seemed to glow. The scale on her back glowed slightly, and she stopped squirming. He stopped shaking her, and stared, unsure at what was going on with her. Tears began to leak from her eyes, acid green in color, burning Alvin's hands. But he was tougher than that, and didn't let go, despite the sting. She stared him right in the eyes.

And he felt afraid.

"You speak no truth." She said. "All your words are lies. They always have been. Just twisted versions of the truth. I am a bastard, but that doesn't mean I am thought or treated as one." She said.

Alvin cried out in pain, clutching his chest. "What are… ack… you doin' to meh." He choked out.

"There are side effects to being struck by a bolt. Your eyes and ears will be damaged. Some paralysis might happen. Brain damage occurs often. When you touch something electrical, like me, you will get shocked."

She walked over to him, and leaned over his head where he lay. "That's not…"

"And the worst cause for being directly struck other than death? It's heart failure."

"No! I can't… ugh!" He huffed, having trouble breathing. "die."

"Who's in denial now?" Pache asked, and called for Striker, who flew in almost immediately. "I'd like to save you. But, I know how that would turn out." She hopped on the Skrill, and flew off.

Alvin died that day, laying on the ground, and Outcast chief with no home, followers, family, friends, or bravery. Not quite the way he had planned it. As sad as it made her, she knew he couldn't change. So she left him there, heart stopping.

And she couldn't help but think, I really have killed.

Finally, I saw her flying up to me on Dreamstriker. For some reason, her eyes seemed to get wider, but when looking closer they were a normal size. Her eyes were watering. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah El, I'm good." She sniffed. Obviously Pache was lying, but I'll let it slide for now. We're already late in enacting the plan.

"Alright then, c'mon, Valka's waiting for us." I said, taking off with her not far behind. "Should we go over it?" I asked, seeing a look on her face that I knew was her thinking look.

"Oh, yeah." She responded, snapping back to reality. "First, Grandma brings out the alpha, destroying the center troops."

"Next, we take out the sides, each taking a troop of dragons."

"Half of those troops go to the ships…"

"and once those are taken care of,"

"with the Bewilderbeast's help,"

"they move up toward where we will be working down."

"The Bewilderbeast will help free the captivated dragons by gaining their loyalty, while blasting stuff."

"And finally…"

"The "Vigilante" will go and fight Drago." She said at the same time I did. We were very excited coming up with the plan alongside Valka. It showed how much she trusted us, and we were also very proud of the help we came up with.

The plan was flawless. It couldn't go wrong. "I'll take left."

"I'll take right." She said, and we gave the alpha the signal. The Bewilderbeast acknowledged us, and roared, causing the dragons to split in half, one side going left and one going right. He was going to take the middle, right towards Drago.

"Yeah, baby!" I hear someone yell, and turned around. I then remembered that the riders were here, along with Ainstatia and Berk. How could I forget. This should make things a lot easier. The soldiers clashed, and the riders exploded catapults and traps.

There's no way we can lose now. Absolutely no way.

But, as I've heard from Ap, things like this had happened before.

I couldn't think about that now. I need to focus. So, as I help the dragons, and look around for any traps, I'm not going to lose concentration. For my dad.

And hopefully, my future mom.

Gabe's mother had died a long time ago, right when he was two years old. He only has a few faint memories of her, as I've been told. The only reason he knows what she looks like was because of a painting of her in our house.

As a single parent, I had tried my best to raise my son in a loving environment, like Carol would have. Carol was like that. I had never told him how she died, though I probably should have.

It wasn't much. No tragedy of a fight, no accidents like a fire, no suicide, fatal injuries, or plagues. Her death wasn't like that at all. But, she died happily, and with honor. Carol was from a rich family, which was probably the only reason she survived as long as she did. I'm not sure exactly what it was but I believe the doctor called it… cancer.

It was a new concept to my life, the fact that my family could die. That happiness could come to a stop. It might have had she not been so brave. Carol had short, black hair, and dark eyes. She was pretty, yet plain. Not standing out from the crowd, and she was definitely not a tall one. Short as she was, she could appear as large as a mountain if she wanted to.

When we had Gabriel, we were the happiest couple alive. He had beautiful, olive-tan skin like she did, and his eyes were just like mine, yet they shone like hers. When she died, she told me something that kept her with me for all of Gabe's loving life.

"Imagine if dragons existed, and we could fly to distant lands on their backs, side by side. We could have healed me, and Gabriel would grow up in the beautiful blue that is the sky." She looked down at our baby boy sleeping in her arms, and I began to cry. "Don't cry, my love."

When I looked up at her, her eyes had seemed to turn blue, and a light seemed to shine behind her head, as if it was a halo.

"Because no matter what, those creatures do exist, and one day, when you find one, you and Gabe can soar through the heavens together." I took her hand in mine. Her hand, instead of being cold like I thought it would be, was warm like the warm bricks on a summer day. "I'm going to fly now. Don't be sad, we all go one day. Don't be stuck like a stone, instead take to the air, and one day you'll make it where I am."

"I don't want to live without you." I had told her.

"Do not die before your time. Live so that you may die happily like I did, but at an old age with our grandchildren. Take to the skies, my dears." She looked at us, and handed me Gabe. "Take to the skies."

That was the last words she ever spoke to me. And they did, indeed, speak to me in so many ways. They're what kept me fighting all my years as a general. When I think of her I think of that angelic glow behind her. Later on, during her burial, the doctor had asked, "What's that on the back of her neck?"

I had looked at it and said, "A birthmark."

"Looks like a bloody scale." He said.

When I looked at Hiccup's daughter for the first time today, I realized how much she reminded me of Carol. And now I realize that it was a scale. Ruffnut is the opposite of what Carol was. She is tall, has long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has a sibling and her family is in the middle class. But she has a dragon, and her eyes shine like I've never seen before. She's daring, bold, and beautiful. She stands out, and makes me laugh. Not to mention, Ruff can fight with a spear like one of my own men. When Gabe looked at her, I could tell he liked her alot.

So yes, Carol. I will soar, and I'm taking Gabe with me.