Here you go, my two reviewers! Oh, I forgot to mention. My sister did get a account, and her username is ShardofSun. So, I hope that clears away any confusion.

MMM: They might become a couple, but at the moment I don't know. The name did come to Azura on its own: kind of like a vision.

Chapter 6

Flight Lessons

On Outcast Island:

"What do you mean you FAILED!?" Alvin bellowed at Sitaris. "I mean, half the Vikings on Berk managed to stop me from killing that infernal slave girl. And her dragon had a hand in it as well," the assassin growled. "Dragon?" Alvin asked in a slightly lower voice. "She has trained a Skrill, my lord." Alvin ignored the mocking tone of the words, 'My lord', in favor of bellowing his displeasure at this turn of events. "Sitaris, you will go back to Berk, and BRING ME THAT GIRL! She will train my Skrill for me, and then we will dispose of her." He commanded. "As you wish, Alvin."

On Berk:

I absentmindedly stroked Dawnstrike's leathery wing, only half listening to Hiccup's battle tactics lesson. "So, Azura, can you tell us anything about the defenses on Outcast Island?" Hiccup asked me. "Who, me," I said, startled. "Yes, you." Behind me, the Twins snickered and I shot them a glare before turning back to Hiccup. "Well, they have been developing a netter trap that is fired like a catapult. They used it to bring down the Skrill that they captured. There are also the normal defenses like catapults, archers, and they have also figured out a way to launch explosives into the air," I explained. "All of those are bad news. We'll have to figure out a way to dodge those if they attack" Hiccup said. "Another thing: You want to try riding Dawnstrike?" "Yes! When do we start?" I eagerly asked. "How about... right now?" He suggested with a smile.

I sat on Dawnstrike's back, holding two of the large spikes that comprised her frill. "Flying is an exercise in trust between Viking and dragon. She allows you to ride her and you simply help her," Hiccup lectured. I bent over Dawnstrike's back, whispering to her "Why don't we show Hiccup who can really fly?" She seemed to give me a toothy grin and sprang into the air. We flew around the arena twice, and on the third lap I began to be more comfortable. Instinctively holding on tighter, Dawnstrike did a flip, and then we landed back on the ground. "Great job" Hiccup praised. Suddenly, Dawnstrike shot through the gate of the arena, and together we flew high, high up into the clouds. "Wow!" I called into the sky, reaching a hand up and running it through the clouds. I assumed that the clouds would be plush and soft, like wool. My mistake. They were insubstantial and cold and wet. When my arm came back down, the green wool of my sleeve was soaked. When we dived down, out of the white, I saw a piece of driftwood bobbing in the waves. Something was on it: at first I assumed it was just a piece of kelp or something. Then it moved and I realized that it was a bedraggled man. Dawnstrike dove before I could say anything, her wings lowering her close to the water, but not too close. Neither of us wanted to be weaponless, as this could be a trap. I fingered the handle of the dagger at my waist as my Skrill gently grasped the man in her talons. "Let's get out of here, girl," I said. We shot away from the water, back towards Berk.

Almost a mile away, a small rowboat docked next to an Outcast Ship. "Well?" Savage demanded harshly. The soldiers nodded, one of them saying, "The riders fell for th' bait, cap'n. A girl on a Skrill picked up Sitaris a coupla minutes ago." My former master nodded sharply, turning and ordering the rowers to, "Set sail for Outcast Island!"

Once we got back, Hiccup helped take the man to the infirmary. Once the man woke, he said that his name was Einar, and that his ship had been attacked by Outcasts. Stoick invited him to stay; 'anyone who has been attacked by those thugs can find a place to stay here', the chief said. But I was still nervous. If he had been attacked by Outcasts, that meant that my old captors were ranging closer to Berk. I wasn't too stubborn to admit that I was afraid of the club-wielding thugs, unlike Snotlout or half of the other meatheads that Berk (and Outcast Island) were comprised of.

Later that night, in his small room off the great hall, Einar opened the small window, putting two fingers in his mouth and whistling a high, sharp tune. A small Terrible Terror with a metal canister attached to its leg fluttered over to the window, its blue scales almost invisible in the night. He pulled out a roll of parchment from his clothes, scribbling: Alvin, I have successfully entered Berk and no one suspects a thing. I will be back with the girl within the week. Sitaris.

He put the message in the metal canister and sent the terror out the window. As it flew away into the dark sky, the assassin grinned, and turned away.