The friends rested for only a few hours. Everyone slept but Zephyr. She was too excited. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this! When they won the battle against New Berk's enemies, they would become heroes. And best of all, she would have been right about everything.

A few hours earlier, when they had arrived at the cabin, they found the door had been completely destroyed. Burns decorated the areas near where the door had once stood. The living room and Nuffink's room were completely chaotic. It had taken a few minutes to clean everything up. Fourlegs, Spearhead, and Booboo occupied the three bedrooms. Nuffink slept in a chair. Zephyr had been doing…nothing really…except eagerly waiting.

"Time to get up!" Zephyr yelled.

Nuffink immediately bolted awake. "What's going on?"

"We need to start training. Wake up!"

Three sleepy Vikings ambled down the stairs.

"Okay," Zephyr said. "We don't have much time to lose. Once all of you pick your saddles, we'll fly."

"No," Spearhead said. "You'll fly. If Fourlegs and Booboo want to fly, that's fine. But I'm not."

"Come on, Spearhead," Nuffink said. "It's for New Berk."

"As much as I love my island and friends, I also love not dying," Spearhead said. "You can't bribe me with anything that will get me on any dragon."

Anything? To Zephyr that sounded like a challenge. "If you come and help us fight, you'll be a hero. Everyone in New Berk will be talking about your heroism for years!"

"People talk about my dragon ball records for months, which is good enough. And I don't even have to risk my life," Spearhead answered.

Dragon ball… "If you fly, Fourlegs and I will forfeit the dragon ball rematch," Zephyr said.

Fourlegs nodded.

"No," Spearhead said.

"You've got to admit Big Slashy Thi—I mean, the Hobblegrunt—likes you," Nuffink said. "There's no way it would throw you off. It might even like you more than the baby dragon likes Booboo."

"No. I'm not getting on that weird, color changing, fire breathing, winged…thing!"

"Technically, not all dragons breathe fire," Nuffink pointed out.

"You're saying that one doesn't?" Spearhead inquired sarcastically.

Nuffink stayed silent.

"Exactly what I thought. Plus, even if it breathed clouds, I wouldn't ride it."

"Fine," Zephyr said. "You can stay here."

"Really?" Spearhead asked. "I can? Expected you to try much harder to convince me. Thanks."

"Since there's no way you can sail back to New Berk, you can stay here with the millions, maybe even billions of dragons," Zephyr said. "Dragons obviously powerful enough to blast open a door." Zephyr glanced over to where the door to the cabin once stood.

"Nice try," Spearhead said.

"Did you know the largest dragon can grow up to over 500 feet tall," Zephyr said. "It breathes massive amounts of ice. Even the tiniest dragons, like the Terrible Terror, can rip your face off."

Spearhead didn't say a word.

"My dragon is a Nightlight. It can shoot plasma, disappear, fly super-fast, use echolocation," Zephyr went on.

"Mine is too," Nuffink added. "They also have retractable teeth." Claw entered the cabin from the outside. Apparently, he had just woken up. Along with him came Fishmeat and the baby dragon. Big Slashy Thingy lingered outside, peering through the doorway.

"Fine!" Spearhead shouted. "I'll fly! Just don't leave me alone with the dragons!"

"Okay," Zephyr said. "Time to choose your saddle."

"Where's that 500-foot dragon you were talking about?" Spearhead asked. "I didn't see any in here."

"Oh, they're extinct as far as we know. The last one did a couple years back."

Spearhead sighed. "You know, lying someday is going to get you into a lot of trouble."

"But it hasn't yet. What's life without people occasionally lying?" she asked, echoing Spearhead's nonchalant attitude towards cheating at their dragon ball game before the day of the attack.

"Okay. I deserved that one," Spearhead admitted.

Zephyr turned her head and grinned. She loved getting payback. Maybe even more than being right. "Okay, choose your saddles."

Zephyr and Nuffink lifted their saddles off the wall.

"Which ones do we pick?" Fourlegs asked.

"The sun one and the lightning one are up for the taking," Zephyr said.

"I don't need one," Booboo said. "Saddle or not, I'm going to get hurt. Plus, I don't know if a saddle could fit a baby one of these."

Fourlegs hesitantly took the one Zephyr had made for Nuffink off the wall. Apparently, some people had good taste in saddles. Spearhead took the lightning one. That one Zephyr's whole family helped craft. It was supposed to be for Crackle, but soon after they made it, he began avoiding everyone and every dragon.

They walked outside, Fishmeat and the baby dragon following. Zephyr and Nuffink had no problem saddling and mounting their dragons. Fourlegs and Booboo hesitated, but managed. Spearhead…The saddle was half falling off and she was clinging to it a good two feet off the ground.

"Do you need some help?" Nuffink asked.

"Yes," Spearhead answered after letting go of the saddle.

Nuffink dismounted and adjusted the saddle. "Try now."

Spearhead climbed onto the Hobblegrunt. She was soaked in sweat and breathing rapidly. Maybe she wasn't ready for this… But New Berk needed them. It was now or never.

"Okay," Zephyr said. "Gently lift off by squeezing the dragon with your knees." Shadow Streak lifted eight feet in the air. "Try to match my height if you can."

Nuffink and Fourlegs followed her instructions. Booboo's dragon flung towards the ceiling.

"Don't squeeze so hard!" Zephyr shouted. Booboo drifted back down.

Spearhead squeezed the Hobblegrunt. Her dragon flew about twelve feet into the air before Spearhead yelled, "Stop! That's enough." The dragon halted and hovered.

"Okay, let's slowly start flying," Zephyr instructed. "Lean forward on your dragon." Everyone moved forward in the air. Zephyr couldn't help flying faster.

"Wait up!" Spearhead yelled.

"Sorry," Zephyr replied, slowing down. Time to get back to work. "See those rocks up there?" Zephyr pointed at a pile of rocks on a ledge.

Everyone acknowledged by either nodding or saying, "Yeah."

"Try getting your dragons to shoot them. Once we destroy them, aim for the pile over there." She pointed at another ledge. Nuffink and Claw easily scored forty of the fifty hits it took to destroy the rocks. Fourlegs and Fishmeat took six. Spearhead and Big Slashy Thingy got four. Booboo's dragon didn't shoot fire apparently; either that, or it didn't want to.

For a couple hours, Zephyr ran her friends through firing practice, fast flying practice, and a whole bunch of tricks to use just in case. She also taught them how to "work together," or more what to do if someone else got in their way.

With her attention usually centered on dragons, Zephyr sometimes forgot how amazing The Hidden World was. The Moss Columns glowed rainbows of colors. The Dragon Springs was filled with warm water, plants, and giant glowing mushrooms. The Alpha Crystal always shone radiantly even in the bright lights of moss.

Fourlegs was doing the best out of the new flyers, probably because his parents had told him a lot about dragons. Spearhead was convinced every dragon was out to get her, but was improving. Booboo kept suddenly flying away. His dragon was uncontrollable. After all, it was a baby; they didn't listen to anyone.

"Good," Zephyr said to Spearhead and Big Slashy Thing after they blasted a few rocks apart. "Try to do it from a little farther away."

"I've decided on a name for this dragon," Spearhead announced. "Slasher."

"Fine," Zephyr agreed.

"Zephyr?" Nuffink asked.

"Yeah?"

"We need to start flying to New Berk if we want to be there before the fleet comes," he reminded her. Right.

"Okay, dragon riders!" Zephyr called. "Time to move out!"