As always, thanks to P-Artsypants for being my beta and for her support in writing this story and this chapter.

Anyway, I hope you liked this small story because this is the final chapter. Next week I'll resume updating A New Legend.

Ten years later.

Berk. Probably the biggest village in the entire Barbaric Archipelago. Most likely the richest and with the most fertile ground. But surely the coldest one that Byleiptr ever raided.

The Night Fury was carefully gliding above the village, watching the dragons bringing chaos among the vikings, well, to some extent. This village was also a lot more capable of defending itself than the other he had to raid. The Bog-Burglars was probably the easiest one to raid. The vikings there only managing to cause problems once they caught a dragon, but being mostly incapable until then. An exception to that village was Øruggr, she managed to create quite a few problems in just a single raid. Another memorable village was the one on the rocky islands, the Outcasts. Those vikings always had a lot of nasty traps, managing to bring down dragons and they were also very good fighters, but also extremely disorganized. The dragons didn't really have to create chaos, the vikings were doing a pretty good on their own. Then there was this village. Berk. Those vikings were extremely skilled in combat and almost always managing to bring down dragons with a lot of innovative methods, not to mention the numerous catapults that were also creating a lot of problems. But most of the raids, this village managed to somehow destroy all their advantage and lose a lot of livestock. Even after seven years of raiding this frozen village, he still couldn't quite understand how they always manage to screw-up.

As he watched a group of three Nadders being pinned to the ground with a huge net, he instantly thought about how helpful would've Baldr been in this situation. He would just charge at the vikings, roar a few times, even hit a few of them with his tail, allowing the Nadders to free themselves. He misses the big dragon that gave his life fighting the Queen.

The fight with the Queen. The result of a series of small events. A disastrous result of a series of unexpected and sad events.

As the years passed by and as he watched from the distance how Melchior's reigns was doing, he realized that they had done a huge mistake killing the Queen. Melchior was way too weak to defend the remaining dragons and the fact that most of them didn't even trust him, because he defended a human, didn't helped. One year after the death of the Queen most dragons just moved away from the small group, abandoning the Alpha. Even a lot of Night Furies flew away. Most of the dragons didn't listen to Melchior, making hunting for food very difficult, in turn, creating more problems. Sometimes he wished that he would have killed Hvite Kongen and become the Alpha, at least most dragons would've listen to him and maybe the Night Furies would still exist.

Three years after the Queen's death, after he was found and forced to join a new Queen, one that treated him like a trophy, he heard that Melchior's group was attacked by an army sent by another Queen, in the end, killing most of the dragons, including all the Night Furies. He still heard of small groups of Night Furies that ran away before the attack and that still live on small islands, hidden from the other dragons and vikings, but he never saw another one of his species, so he doubted that. After almost six years of searching, between the raids he had to go on because of the new Queen, he still found no sign of any other Night Fury. Making him the last one of his species, for all he knew. And that made him sad, but also a little proud. He was the last one alive from a prestigious and ancient dragon family. But that created a few other problems. Since he was the last Night Fury, everyone knew him by the name of Waelise, so he couldn't hide the fact that he denied a direct order from his Alpha and that he lost all his honor and the respect of others, on which he worked so hard to receive in the first place. The name of Waelise was a constant reminder that maybe he could've saved his family if he tried a different course of action.

But what family did he have left?

Baldr died in the fight with the Queen.

Hvite Kongen was killed by a boulder after the Queen fight. Most likely Melchior ended his suffering, but still that boulder was the main cause of his death.

After he refused to kill Hvite Kongen, Melchior looked at his remaining brother like a traitor. He even heard that his brother wanted to hunt him for betraying the old Alpha. So his own brother wanted to kill him. But Byleiptr would have forgiven everything if Melchior wasn't so stubborn and blinded by a misplaced rage and wish of revenge. Anyway, the respective Night Fury died in the attack that killed most of his own species, so it was too late to forgive him now.

And Skað died two years prior to the Queen fight. Her death was the one that really affected him. After he visited the magma island, where he told her to meet him, and after he checked it and saw that it was empty, he lost all hope. He stood on that island for almost a week, waiting for his sister, not eating and refusing to come back to the nest. In the end, he was carried back by Hvite Kongen, after he was too weak to fight them back. Even now, he didn't acknowledge the fact that she died.

Skað would've liked this island. A lot of possible targets to unleash her destructive tendencies. Yes. She would've most likely enjoy raiding Berk. Even the island was a lot bigger than the one where the Bog-Burglars village was on.

A Zippleback's explosion caught his attention. He flew over the plaza of the village, analyzing the situation. He quickly got to a conclusion, the same conclusion he got to, many years before, that all those dragons are imbeciles that couldn't work together even if their life depended on it. The proof of that was that their life really depended on it. If they failed to bring enough food back, they were going to pay for it with their lives. It still annoyed Byleiptr that this Queen was also punishing her subjects. He really hoped that not all those dragons were the same, but he was disappointed once more. So because of some hidden feeling of responsibility and protection, he tried to defend as many dragons as he could, allowing them to get just enough food for the royal worm. He was sure that if just two more Night Furies were with him, they would be able to protect all the dragons, allowing them to get enough food for the Queen so that no one of them would have to be eaten themselves.

A Monstrous Nightmare burst through the stairs of a trebuchet, situated on a rock near the island of Berk. There Byleiptr saw the bulky man that looked like the viking's leader. Their leader was a fat, big, strong and hairy viking. He alone managed to fight off a lot of dragons and even stand his ground and defeat a Monstrous Nightmare on his own. He was surely the best warrior in the entire village. But Byleiptr didn't like that man. He always managed to capture a few dragons, creating problems back at the nest. The Nightmare was hit a few times with his weapon, so Byleiptr took that as his time to strike. He started to dive, preparing one of his six shots for this trebuchet. As the other dragon heard him, it flew away from the rock, giving the Night Fury the best chance of taking down the huge device.

And so he did. The three vikings that were on it quickly jumped down, abandoning the small rock.

This was too easy for him. But not the same could be said about the other dragons.

Some of them were starting to fall back with their prey, so that meant that this raid was almost over. He saw another trebuchet in the distance and he started to dive towards it, wanting to create some problems for the humans on the long term. After he blew up the huge device, a net wrapped around him, blocking his wings and making him fall down towards the forest. He fell through some trees, finally hitting the ground and stopping after leaving a deep trail of dirt of a few feet.

After a few seconds from the impact, he fell unconscious.

A few hours later he finally woke up. His wings were immobilized and he couldn't get up from the ground. He struggled with the net for a few minutes, not managing only to tighten it, leaving small cuts on his scales from the rope. The Night Fury soon gave up and started to call for other dragons, roaring and barking as loud as he could. But to no use. After almost another hour, he gave up. He closed his eyes and waited for a human or dragon to find him and kill him.

Almost another hour later, he felt something touching his neck, so he growled, struggling a little with the net, scaring the viking. After a few more seconds, he felt the human approaching him again, so he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the viking that had the honor to kill the last Night Fury.

The human looked curious at first, then he quickly started to look pitiful at him. The last Night Fury didn't want the pity of a tiny, skinny human. The viking boy took a few deep breaths before preparing his knife.

"I'm going to kill you dragon. Then I'm gonna - I'm gonna cut out your heart and bring it to my father. I am a viking. I am a viking!" The human boy said, almost yelling the last part.

The viking raised his knife above his head, preparing to strike him down, in that time the Night Fury was looking at him with almost begging eyes. This little viking had the power to destroy a species of dragon. One of the oldest and most prestigious ones that ever lived in this archipelago. After the boy gave no sign of wanting to spare him, Byleiptr slowly closed his eyes, allowing him to finish the job.

A few seconds had passed and nothing happened. He stopped listening to his surroundings until the sound of rope being cut got his attention. The Night Fury snapped his eyes opened as he felt the tension applied to his wings diminishing. A few moments after that and the ropes fell lose on the ground near him. So the dragon did just as any other dragon would do on a similar situation. He pounced on the viking, pinning him to the ground.

Now it was the human's turn to be scared. Now it was his turn to be at the mercy of his attacker. The Night Fury was holding down the viking near a small rock. He looked at his rival's eyes, reading the fear written into them. He was preparing to kill the viking. The viking that just spared his life. The viking that just freed him. Then Byleiptr remembered how Melchior defended a human girl in front of the other dragons. He said that this girl protected him from the other vikings, so it seemed right to protect her from the dragons. Didn't this boy just did exactly the same thing? He freed him so that he could escape, making sure that the other vikings wouldn't find him and kill him. This viking boy just saved his life. A human saved the life of a dragon. So he would return the favor, just roaring at the young viking before running away.

Now they were even. Or so it seemed.

Well, I hope you liked the ending. It does seem a little 'empty' for my liking, but it looks alright, I guess.

Anyway, please leave your opinion on this story and don't hesitate to ask any questions if you feel like it.