School has started again for me, which means that updates will come slower now, especially since I'm in my last year of high school. That means diplomas! I'm so looking forward to that! NOT!

On a happier note, I loved writing this chapter because a new character is introduced and he talks so funny. I know there are probably a few out there that don't like it when characters are swearing but you'll be happy to know that there is NO swearing done with the funny talking. It'll look like swearing sometimes but trust me, it isn't. The only people that actually swear in this story are from the MacInroy clan (excluding Mavis) or Aileen (briefly).

That being said: nothing to report. Enjoy!

EDIT: the full title is "Impossible Apologies and Strange Encounters" (I couldn't type in the full title)

Chapter #13: Impossible Apologies and Strange Encounters

Merida's POV

The morning after the gathering I woke up feeling nauseous and with a headache. I told Rapunzel to tell my mother that I was sick and wouldn't be able to do any lessons today. Everything that day was cancelled for me. On any normal day it would be a dream come true but I was stuck in my bed. The physician came by and gave me a hot broth mixed with rose, lavender, and sage from my headache and an ointment made from wormwood, mint, and balm for the nausea. It took a while but eventually the headaches and nausea became less.

I just lay in my bed, a few minutes feeling like several hours. The only one that came by occasionally was Rapunzel, each time giving me a bit of the broth and ointment. It wasn't until noon that the headaches and nausea ceased. Rapunzel entered just as I got out of my bed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she walked towards me,

"Much better than this morning." I looked at her and she smiled. I looked around my room. Three large trunks in the corner caught my eye, "What are those?" I pointed. Rapunzel turned around and looked where I was pointing,

"Your mother ordered several dresses for you." What?

"But I have plenty of dresses! Why would I need more?"

"She wanted you to have a few dresses that were in the style of the MacInroys." MacInroy style: dresses consist of a high waist line (just below the breasts) and a wide neckline. That style wasn't too popular here but William's sister and his late mother had found it very fashionable. "She wants you to try them on."

"I don't want to!" I pouted and crossed my arms. Rapunzel placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot

"Better you do it now and get it over with!" She retorted. Dropping my arms, I let out a groan; I should know by now that I can't win fights like that from Rapunzel.

Rapunzel had already laid out a dress for me to try on. I stood in front of the mirror in defeat and let Rapunzel do her work.

The dress was perhaps the most extravagant I've ever put on. The skirt was dark green and the over skirt had an upside down V shape of a lighter green but heavily embroidered with patterns of the dark green. The bodice was the same as the overskirt and the thin, white neckline barely reached my shoulders. The neckline was decorated with many small white, gold, and black beads. The sleeves were dark green and very wide and above them were trumpet sleeves, which were decorated with the same embroidery as the bodice and overskirt.

As soon as Rapunzel finished tying everything string of this dress, she decorated my head with a headband made of pearls and a similar necklace that was so long that she had wrapped it once around my throat.

I looked in the mirror; I didn't recognize the woman standing there. That woman wasn't… me. Rapunzel stood beside me with the same solemn look on her face; she knew what I was thinking.

"Want to take it off?" she asked softly and gently. I nodded; not only did I hate the extravagance but the dress was so heavy, probably heavier than Angus, a mature Clydesdale. Rapunzel walked to my back to start the long process of taking the dress off when there was a knock at my door. I looked to the oak but the door didn't open, which meant it wasn't my mother. I straightened my back and tried to sound as regal as possible,

"Come in." I heard the click of the lock and the handsome figure of Artair walked in. He bowed low before me. As he straightened himself, he looked at Rapunzel briefly, who looked away.

"Your majesty," He started politely, "my lord wishes to speak with you." I looked at Rapunzel who replied with a barely visible shrug. I walked out if my room with a straight back and my head held high. I walked regally towards the room that served as a place for William to do the business of his lands while he was away from his castle. I knocked quietly and entered when I heard him speak. He was standing by the window, looking out to the courtyard. He turned around and I could've sworn that he smiled at me.

"Your majesty." He said as he bowed.

"My lord," I curtsied and we straighten at the same time, "Artair told me you wished to speak to me." He smiled again and motioned to two chair by the fireplace. I walked to one chair and sat down, William taking the other.

"After coming back, I realized that I haven't been acting the way I should've during my stay here." I listened and in my mind agreed with what he was saying. What was he going to do now. Gloat or give the impossible apology? "As an apology, I humbly invite you to my castle in the north."

Hiccup's POV

The crunch of leaves below my foot echoed through the forest as I looked left and right, looking. After what I saw last night, going to the smithy was out of the question. A Night Fury, the rarest dragon in existence, had crashed into the forest and I was going to find it.

Hopefully.

I walked and walked but there was no sign or evidence that a dragon had been there. I sighed when I thought I saw some evidence but turned out to be just a few snapped branches, the damage too small to suggest that a dragon had been there.

"NEE-AH!"A voice yelled. Letting out a yelp, I looked around me. Left, right, behind, and in front but there was nobody; it must have been in my mind. Shaking my head, I dimissedthe voice and kept walking.

"Lacksmart, crumply, weeklyweed son of a pesti-sting!" It was the same voice again but it sounded angrier than last time. I looked around again but there was nothing but trees and plants. I shook my head again and hit my temple as well. Was I going mad?

I was so focused on the voice that I didn't notice that the earth disappeared below my foot until I was falling down a hill, the grass and fallen branches scratching and snapping at my body. When I finally stopped, I let out a loud groan. Everything hurt, everything; it even felt like my prosthetic was hurting. I looked up.

There in front of me was a short passage way covered and surrounded by two walls of stone. At the end was an opening that was just large enough for me to walk through and was showered in green. Curious, I got up, ignoring the pain on my stump and walked through. The passage led to another rock, which overlooked a cove that made me think that I was in Valhalla. There was a large drop from my spot that overlooked a sheltered field of the greenest grass and the strongest trees with a lake in the corner, fed by a stream coming from outside the cove. The tranquil moment, however, didn't last long as my thoughts returned to the missing Night Fury,

"This was a stupid idea." I whispered. Sighing and dropping my head, I turned around to head back to the castle when something caught my eye, something that didn't belong amongst the gray and green. Crouching down, I examined it. It was large enough to fit in my palm, had a triangular shape, and was a dark navy blue color. When I picked it up, I knew what it was: a scale.

I looked into the cove but suddenly something large and dark shot by me, my surprise knocking me down to the ground. I hastily got up and watched as the dragon clawed at the rocky wall before gliding down over the lake back to the ground. A smile worked its way onto my face as I watched the Night Fury. I carefully climbed down to a lower rock, still a good 60 feet from the grass of the cove.

The Night Fury jumped up again to fly but he hit the walls and started clawing again, before falling back to the ground by the lake, looking up when he saw a fish splashing in it. As the dragon bit into the water, I grabbed my notebook and made a rough sketch him.

The Night Fury wasn't what I'd expect him to be. While most other dragon were large with long thin necks, this dragon was medium-sized with a sleek body that consisted of a heavy chest and a short neck. He possessed no horns and his body length I'd estimate to be between 30-40 feet while his wingspan could be between 50-60 feet. I looked from my sketch to the dragon and back

"Why don't you just fly away?" I asked myself. I looked again at the dragon and noticed his tailfins; one was missing. I took the sketch and quickly wiped away one on the tailfins.

"Because me can't, you lacksmart no-brainer" It was the voice again. It took me by surprise and I dropped my charcoal pen. I tried to reach for it but the piercing stare of the Night Fury took my attention; a strange thought crossed my mind. Could the voice have been the Night Fury? No, it couldn't be. Dragons can't talk. The dragon continued to stare at me, almost as if he was expecting me to down something. Run away, attack, talk, maybe drop dead. "Lacksmart wingless land prisoner." The voice scowled. I must been going mad. A strange voice in my head and a dragon that looked like he was expecting me to do something,

"Are you talking to me?" I tried. The dragon's head perked up fast, the two ear-like plates on his head standing up straight and he suddenly looked questioning and confused, a look I had never seen in a dragon before. The voice didn't say anything and we continued our staring until I got up and left. I walked back to the castle, trying to process what I saw and luckily the voice didn't bother me.

The Night Fury watched as Hendry left, the creature feeling just as confused as the human. He had talked to the human and he talked back, something that hadn't happened in centuries. It only took the human's reply for the Night Fury to know what the human was and what his ancestors were: Whisperers.

What do you think Merida will say. Yes or no? And yay, Toothless has appeared! At the suggestion of LunaMoonlight100, I made Toothless speak Dragonese. I hope I didn't make it too confusing. Review, favourite, follow.