Thank you so much everyone for all the support!

When I saw that I had 11 favourites and 22 follows, I was overjoyed! And it's only with the prologue!

This was a really hard chapter to write. The characters are so vivid in my head, but they just won't write themselves down on iPad screen. I added a quote from a book I read at the end of this. To suit this story, you have to imagine that it's talking about a book that fell from the cupboard.

So Hiccup, Tasuta and Branna have a quick race, and when Falcon accidentally uncovers his old notebooks, Hiccup thinks something he hasn't thought in a long time.

"Spire and back!" Branna shouted and jumped onto Flame's back.

"Wait one minute!" Hiccup shouted desperately but she was already gone. He hastily dumped the piece of metal into a bucket of water and mounted Toothless. Tasuta and Falcon shot past him and out the large window. Hiccup clicked his prosthetic into the saddle and followed the other two speeding dragons and their riders in the race.

He quickly caught up with them. They headed upwards and started climbing up the thin mountain known as the spire. Higher and higher, the three dragons getting slower, and when they reached the top, they stopped flapping and began plummeting downwards.

Branna was laughing, her two hands above her head and her staff sitting rather precariously on her lap. Tasuta was leaning forward and grinning, really wanting to win the race. Hiccup copied Tasuta. If he could win...

They pulled out of the dive and turned back towards the village. Hiccup looked down and laughed at Branna. She was fighting the changewing, the one that had a huge grudge against her. She apparently had taken his fish a few weeks ago, and still hadn't got over it. Why she had taken the fish, no one would know. She pushed it off and her and Flame flew level with them.

The three of them swooped in the large window. Branna laughed and collapsed on Hiccup's chair.

"That was great. That really was great."

"Yeah, but can you not do something about that changewing? It's gonna kill you some day."

"It won't. As long as Flame is here, it won't do anything."

Hiccup fished the piece of metal out of the bucket. He was going to have to heat it up again. He looked at the two people arguing.

Branna was easily as tall as himself, with long chocolate blonde hair that she preferred to keep down. It was wavy and went down to her waist. Her eyes were a bright emerald green with a mischievous sparkle. She wore brown leggings and a white fur skirt, a loose t-shirt and a brown leather sleeveless coat with white fur hems. She had a very playful personality and a tendency to know things no one else did, and was a complete daredevil.

Tasuta was the smallest of the trio, with messy black hair and hazel eyes. He wore leather trousers and a leather long sleeve top, each hemmed with dark brown fur. He had a more laid back, serious personality, and kept Branna from almost killing herself too often.

"Come on, Tas. I'm perfectly fine."

"Well, ask Bronall or someone to find that dragon..."

"I wouldn't count on her doing that." Hiccup butted in. Branna nodded and stood up, walking over to where Hiccup had placed the piece of metal.

"What is that? No offence, of coarse."

"Eh, just something I was working on."

"Looks like a snaptrapper. Well, a slightly messed up one."

"Yeah, you're really making me feel great. Tas, do you know who's on watch tonight?"

"Think it's Bronall. Falcon, get out of there!"

Tasuta's dragon was a very inquisitive hobblegrunt. He was currently invading one of Hiccup's lower shelves, pushing out the piles of paper and scattering them across the floor. Tasuta pulled him out and scolded him and Hiccup bent down to try and organise some of the papers. His hand fell straight onto a notebook, open on a middle page. He was about to close it, but something stopped him...

It was exquisitely drawn, every last detail was perfect, one of the drawings he had done when he was younger.

A map of Berk.

His hand hovered on the drawing for a while, then he closed it and roughly stuffed it into the cupboard. Unfortunately for him, Branna noticed.

When the shoes first fell from the sky, he remembered thinking that destiny had struck him. Now he thought so again. It was more than a coincidence. It had to be destiny.

-Louis Sachar, Holes