This is my SECOND update today. I thought I should let you guys know that every two chapters, Astrid and Hiccup will be taking turns narrating (chapters 1 and 2 were in Astrid's POV, chapters 3 and 4 will be in Hiccup's POV, chapters 5 and 6 will be in Astrid's POV, and so on). Now, anyways, shout-outs:

NicoleFrana101: Here's more! XD!

silverwolvesarecool: Huh. I should try that with my computer. It's old, but I'll try it anyway. :) Yeah...poor Hiccup. I'm so terrible to him sometimes. :)

xFaerieValkyriex: Aaaah, yeah, I like to keep you guys wondering. This is really my first mystery story, and I think it's going pretty good so far. You guys have no idea what will happen. You have assumptions, but not clarification. :) Yeah, I like to kill you guys with mysteries. Maybe I'll do them more often. :) Or, not...

[Yeah, thanks a lot, Astrid. Now you've made me sound like a complete weirdo. Oww! What is it with you and the punching!?]

I am glad to say that Astrid finally gave me the stage. It would have been much easier had I narrated parts one and two, but nooooooo. Astrid had to do it. She couldn't just be reasonable and let me do it.

[Ouch!]

I locked eyes with a girl I didn't know. Something in the back of my mind was screaming You know her! You know her! You know her! but something else was blocking it out, shouting You don't know her! You don't know her! You don't know her!

I could almost literally hear the voices, screaming and yelling at me to pick their side. I gripped the sides of my head and cried out. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted all it to stop. I wanted to pass out. My shoulder screamed for me to stop moving it, but my head screamed for me to grip it tighter as if I could squeeze my memories back.

"Hiccup!?" shouted the girl who had called herself Astrid. She removed the ice block from my shoulder and set it to the side. Then, she carefully pulled one of my hands down. I moaned in protest, but stopped when she pressed the ice block to my pounding head.

She was a complete stranger to me at that time, yet I felt reassurance in her voice; her touch, her presence. I wasn't afraid of her. I was afraid of everything else. I didn't recognize my surroundings, although it all seemed vaguely familiar. But I couldn't put my finger on it. Whenever I tried, I was just hit with another wave of dizziness.

"Hiccup, what's wrong?" said Astrid. Her blue eyes shined with concern. Why did I feel like I should trust her, I didn't know. But I knew her. Some part of me knew her. So I just trusted my instinct.

"I can't remember anything," I said. "I can't...I remember my name, and...and making peace with the dragons...and losing my leg..."

I was sure I had heard Astrid sigh after I mentioned that last part.

"...but I don't remember how," I finished. "I...I just know it's not there. I just don't know how I lost it, or what were the events leading up to it, or..."

"It's okay," said Astrid. "I didn't really expect you to." She lowered the ice and set it to the side. My head wasn't throbbing nearly enough to make it unbearable, so I just went with it. "Do you remember your cousin?" Astrid questioned.

I shook my head. I knew I had a cousin...some part of me did...but another part was like Do I even have an uncle? What in the world...?

"Do you remember your father?" Astrid asked.

I shook my head again.

"What about your mentor?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"What about your dragon?" Astrid questioned.

For some reason, the dragon in my room didn't seem wild. It seemed like it had been trained in the past...but who had trained it? There was part of me that knew the answer. Part of me knew who trained it, the other part said Nah, you know nothing about nothing.

"Toothless?" I said. I didn't know where in the WORLD that name came from. It just popped into my mind. The dragon...or...Toothless, wagged his tail in a sweeping motion and bounded forward, running his tongue across my face.

"You remember Toothless?" asked Astrid.

"A little," I replied. "I don't know where that name came from. I just sort of remembered it and spat it out."

"At least we know your memories are retrievable now," said Astrid with relief. "Maybe I should take you around Berk. Maybe that would help you remember some stuff."

I nodded and slid my legs off the bed, looking intently at my left one. I remembered losing it...but how? How had I lost it? How had I...

"Uhhh," I moaned, clutching my head again with one hand while putting my other one down on a desk at the bedside. Whenever I tried to think about anything really, my head pounded like mad.

"Hiccup?" Astrid asked. "If it's too much, maybe we shouldn't-"

"No," I stopped her. "I'm fine."

She hesitated. "You don't look fine," she said. "You look like you're going to collapse."

"I'm not even standing up," I stated flatly.

"No, you're not," said Astrid, "but maybe you should think about taking it easy. You were shot. With an arrow. In the shoulder."

"Thank you for summing that up," I said. For some reason, that sentence felt familiar, like I had said it before, but I didn't know where or when, or to whom I had said it to.

I pushed myself off the bed, and Astrid stood up beside me as well, grabbing hold of my right arm and steadying me as I swayed uneasily. I still didn't understand, but I trusted Astrid. For some reason, I trusted her.

Astrid and I moved down the stairwell, followed earnestly by Toothless. The dragon was looking at me with worry as if expecting me to do something. I thought that maybe I should have done something, but I didn't remember anything I could have done. I didn't even know where I was.

Astrid had mentioned a name; Berk. I guessed that's where I was. Berk.

Astrid let go of me and yanked the front door open. We walked outside, and I looked around. It all seemed familiar...but it was a distant memory, like revisiting a place you hadn't seen for years and years and years.

"Remember anything yet?" Astrid asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Amnesia's annoying."

She whacked me in the forearm. For some reason, I wasn't angry at her. In fact, I felt rather reassured by her punches. They felt so familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on why they would exactly.

I looked around at the different buildings. Dragons flew everywhere; not that I was surprised. We had, after all, made peace with the dragons. What was there to be astonished about?

"Come on," said Astrid. "I'll show you around the village."

She grabbed my hand and yanked me along, walking a little bit too fast for my liking, but nonetheless, I kept my mouth shut. For some reason, I didn't feel like getting into an argument with a girl I didn't really remember.

Astrid pulled me along until we stopped in front of a building. I could instantly tell it was a forge, just because of the way it was built. I knew I had seen forges in the past, or else I wouldn't have known what they looked like, but that was it. I knew I had seen one. I just didn't know which one or what one, or who I was with while seeing one.

"Do you remember this?" Astrid questioned.

"Nope," I said. Astrid groaned. "Hey, look, I'm sorry," I said, using a small bit of sarcasm in my voice. "You're not the one who doesn't remember their own family members."

She stopped instantly. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Let's go to the academy."

Academy. That seemed familiar to me, too. Distant, but familiar. Astrid turned and whistled, and a Deadly Nadder flew out of the sky and landed in front of her. Astrid mounted the dragon and looked at me expectantly.

I was about to ask her what in the world she wanted me to do, when Toothless nudged me from behind. Then I knew. I was supposed to get on his back.

Easier said than done, I thought. This was going to be a long day.