So...my THIRD update today, if I recall correctly. Thank you all for reading this fanfic! Means a ton to a young author such as myself. Anywho, shout-outs:

QueenAurora: Um...I don't think I did. Sorry! Could you tell me them again? Pretty please? *pleading voice*

xFaerieValkyriex: I would be unbelievably freaked out if I were in Hiccup's shoe. Poor guy. Waking up with a headache, shattered shoulder and amnesia really isn't too fun. Seriously, though. Someone restrain the twins, please? Hookfang? Restrain your master while you're at it, too.

silverwolvesarecool: Snotlout is a bully, saying the least. Hiccup's too nice to really tell him how mean he really is, and no one else cares because Snotlout wouldn't listen anyways. Who knows? The arrow could be poisoned, but it could also not be. It could have been Dagur, or Alvin, or even someone else. *shrugs shoulders* I guess we'll find out!

Jesusfreak: Okay, here's a riddle for you: If an electric train is going east at 60 miles an hour and there is a strong westerly wind, which way does the smoke from the train drift? Got that one? Okay, I think I have one more: I know a word of letters three. Add two and fewer there will be. What is the word? Good luck! And that thing about the "He has amnesia!"...THAT IS HILARIOUS! No, you're not weird. I used to laugh at actual jokes, but now I laugh at stuff like "Yard Sard Fard Dard." Strange...

Wanli8970: I'll remember that thing about the nose flick. In all honesty, I don't have a plot idea worked out yet, but if you could give me one, that would be SPLENDID. :)

AnimeAngel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Snotlout isn't very smart sometimes. In my opinion, he is rather ignorant, to say the least. But I think he's smart when he wants to be. I guess he just doesn't ever really want to be. *shrugs*

I faced the elderly woman I didn't know.

Some part of me knew her, but I had no memories of anything else; any time I saw her in the past, when I first met her, anything like that. Of course, I didn't really remember anything at the time, so it wasn't anything I wasn't already used to.

Gothi, as Astrid had called her, gestured for me to sit down. The place was unfamiliar, but I sat down on a stool and looked at Gothi as she approached.

She must have been mute, or something, because she didn't speak. She gestured for me to give her my hand.

I hesitated. Truth be told, I was hoping Astrid would stay with me. I didn't know Gothi, nor did I really feel as comfortable around her as I felt around Astrid. Don't blame me, though, please. You would be the same way if you just forgot everything one day while at the same time recovering from an arrow to the shoulder.

Hesitantly, I put my arm with the hurt shoulder out. Gothi rolled up my sleeve to reveal the bandages around my shattered shoulder. I cringed. I hadn't seen them since now, and I didn't like the way they looked.

She looked straight into my eyes and then gestured to the bandages. I didn't know what she expected me to do, but I nodded anyway, just hoping she wasn't asking me a question. Luckily, she wasn't. She began to unwrap the bandages, wincing every time I grunted and hissed in pain as the gauze pulled at my wound.

When she finished unwrapping it, I gazed at my shoulder in shock. Of course, it could have been a lot, lot worse. But even as it was, it was pretty bad. It wasn't a large arrowhead, apparently, because the wound wasn't very large. Still, it looked bashed up. A scab had long formed over the injury, but I was afraid too much movement would easily rip it back open again.

I stared at Gothi as she got new gauze and rewrapped it gently. I wanted to ask her to stop, but I didn't. She probably wouldn't have listened to me, anyway. Once she wrapped my shoulder, I rolled my sleeve back down. Then, she looked at my head.

I had no idea why, or what part of my head would help her, but I didn't stop her. If she could find out something about my memory loss while looking at my skull, I had no problem with it.

She turned away abruptly and moved to the side, picking up a bowl of steaming water and crushing some herbs in it. Then, she poured it into a cup and offered it to me.

I wished she hadn't.

Imagine the worst tasting thing in the world. Now, times that by two, make it seven times stronger, fill up a cup with it, and then gulp it down in one sitting. That thought pales in comparison to how bad tasting this whatever-it-was tasted.

I decided to just suck it up and get it over with. I made the mistake of drinking it all at the same time. It was not only hot, but spicy and horrible tasting as well. It tasted even worse than anything I have ever tasted in the past (which is saying a lot, since I tried raw fish and Astrid's yaknog in the past).

Wait...Astrid's yaknog...I remembered that. I remembered her making something and giving it to me, but I didn't know when she did, or where she did, or how she approached it. Same with the raw fish. I knew I had had some in the past, but nothing else. I knew the What. I just didn't know the Who, When, Where, Why and How.

As soon as I downed the cup, I threw it at the wall. That was awful. Gothi didn't seemed surprised. Maybe she was used to her patients tossing cups around her house. I didn't know. Luckily it wasn't glass, or else it would have shattered for sure. I didn't know I had such a throwing arm.

[No comment from you, Astrid]

"So...do you have any idea what's causing my amnesia?" I prompted.

Gothi nodded slightly and then made a seesaw motion with one of her hands in a "more-or-less" type gesture. She tapped my left temple, and for some reason, I knew what she was trying to get through to me. I had hit my head, she thought. Or, she was asking me if I had been experiencing headaches.

Just to make sure, I said, "If you're asking me if I've been having headaches, then the answer is yes. And if you're not...sorry."

Gothi nodded, which could have meant anything, and then turned around, grabbing a small pouch of herbs from a table before coming back to me. I scooted away from her as she held the bag out to me.

"Nuh-uh, noooo way," I said with a half-laugh. "Absolutely noooo way."

She frowned.

"Fine, fine, whatever," I said, taking the pouch and putting it inside my vest. "What is this for?"

She gestured to my shoulder and then tapped her temple. I supposed she was trying to tell me that it would help my headaches and shoulder pains.

"Uh...thanks," I offered. "I don't know you, but thanks."

Gothi smiled and then ushered me out. I opened the door and walked outside, meeting the others. They ran up to me as I shut the door behind myself and turned to them.

"So...?" said Astrid. "Did you learn anything?"

"Yeah," I said. "If she offers you tea, say no."

"That's not what I meant," said Astrid.

"She said she thinks I hit my head," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders, wincing at movement from my bad one. "How else would I have received amnesia?"

"For your birthday?" Tuffnut offered.

I facepalmed. "Never mind," I said. "Forget it. Forget it. You guys never listen anyways."

I rolled my eyes and whistled to Toothless. Sure, he couldn't fly on his own...wait...how did I know that? I knew he couldn't fly on his own, I just didn't know who had made it so.

Toothless acknowledged me and roared as I leaned over the side of the platform. I nodded to him, swung my legs over the side, and jumped, landing on Toothless' back.

"Thanks, bud," I said. For some reason, calling Toothless "bud" just seemed so familiar. It felt good.

The other youths whistled to their dragons, and they came up to them. Then, they mounted their dragons, but I had already gone. I wanted some time alone, for the rest of the day. The sun was already setting, and it was already beginning to get dark, so I headed back to the place I had woken up.

I figured it had been my house, of course. Why else would I have awakened there after...whatever happened happened? Plus, I remembered bits and pieces. I knew it was my house. I just didn't remember doing anything there in the past.

Toothless flew straight threw the window, and I dismounted.

I stood there and wished it had never happened.