Everyone woke up around three the next morning. They had gone to sleep early last night. Zephyr leaned against a rock while Nuffink, Fourlegs, Booboo, and Zephyr's dad prepared breakfast farther away. Spearhead said she would put out the fire; she had refused to help with breakfast. Zephyr's mother was checking the supplies.

Zephyr hadn't been asked to help and she was sort of glad. She was too excited to concentrate on anything dull. Today they were going to find Shadow Streak. Today she'd get to ride her dragon once more. Today she could make up for her mistakes.

Zephyr looked over to where breakfast was being made. Booboo had a cut that appeared to be fresh—not surprising. Nuffink was talking to their dad. Zephyr still felt like she had disappointed her parents big time. Probably because she had. Even when they did find Shadow Streak, her failure wouldn't be completely erased. She knew she had to accept that. She wouldn't return home a hero. After what she had done, how could she ever return home a hero?

Zephyr sighed. She turned her attention away from her future and forced herself to glance at Fourlegs. She still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that he liked her. How long had he? That was a disturbing question. And even more disturbing, how long had she not even realized it?

Zephyr heard Spearhead laughing. She turned her head to find the girl staring at her nearby with her hands on her hips.

"What?" Zephyr asked her.

"Just…you, I guess," Spearhead said. "I never thought you'd even think about romance once in your life."

Had Nuffink told… Zephyr was going to kill him! Once she got Shadow Streak back, he was going down! And her rage would fuel their dragon ball matches for years. "I don't know what Nuffink told you, but I had no idea that Fourl—"

"I can't believe I totally missed you and Fourlegs liked each other," Spearhead went on.

"If Nuffink said anything he's lying!" Zephyr insisted.

"I knew Fourlegs liked you. It's pretty obvious. He always worries about you hurting yourself and is always so shy around you, and he keeps defending you and your choices."

Zephyr really had been an idiot not noticing all that, hadn't she?

"But I didn't realize that you knew. Especially that you liked him back."

"I don't! We're just friends, or at least that's how I want it to be."

"Really?" Spearhead asked.

"Yes!" Zephyr snapped back. "Or at least I think… Stop making this more complicated!"

Spearhead laughed.

Zephyr groaned. "Is it time to go?" she shouted.

"After breakfast we'll head out," her mother said, walking back into camp.

"Good," Zephyr muttered under her breath as Spearhead walked away grinning.

After breakfast they mounted and flew over to the island just as the sun broke the horizon. Zephyr rode with her mom again. The boat delivering the wood came into sight just pulling out of a harbor. Everyone followed Zephyr's dad. They tracked the boat at a distance away from the island and out into the open sea.

The sea below them tossed and turned. The day was warm. Or at least warmer. Maybe Zephyr was just excited. The clouds separated, letting the sun burst through.

Turned out, dragons were way faster than boats. Everyone had to practically hover to keep out of sight of the ship. They were sneaking again, like a dragon sticking to its lunch. Zephyr hated this sneaking stuff. It was so boring and slow.

Claw had camouflaged himself and Nuffink to keep them out of sight. Spearhead and Fourlegs made sure to keep to the shadows of clouds. Zephyr peered eagerly over her mother's shoulder at her father leading the way.

He led the way for a good while. A good while. A good four hours or so. So much that the sun was already half way across the sky when Spearhead called out.

"I know this probably isn't the best time, but I'm hungry. And could we stop for a bathroom break? We've been flying for hours!"
"Shh!" Nuffink hissed at her from somewhere in the sky. "We can't stop now. This boat is our only chance of actually finding what we're searching for. Unless you want to spend days looking for another one to come along."

Spearhead sighed.

Something came into sight. It looked like a mass of land. They couldn't really tell yet. The boat seemed to be heading towards it. Slowly, the mass became distinct. It was an island. But it wasn't like any island Zephyr had ever seen. Huge trees covered a third of it, weird looking trees.

Her parents slowed and hovered in the air.

"What is it?" Zephyr asked.

"Maybe the strange island on the horizon?" Spearhead asked, her voice carrying over her dragon's flapping wings. "I can guarantee none of us have ever seen anything like it."

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Nuffink noted from the empty air.

"That's because..." their mother stammered. "That's because we have." Zephyr's parents started flying forward again.

"What ghost?" Spearhead asked.

"That island..." Zephyr's mother started, then stared wide-eyed.

"That's…" Zephyr's father spoke slowly. "That's Old Berk."

"What?" Zephyr cried out.

"Zephyr!" Spearhead hissed. "Do you really want to get your dragon back?"

"Everyone," Zephyr's father whispered. "Up there." He was pointing to the sea stack above them. They flew up to the top and settled down to hide.

"So," Spearhead began. "You mean that island is where our parents are from?"

"That's where half of New Berk is from," Nuffink said as Claw finally appeared next to Stormfly.

"So our enemies took it over?" Spearhead asked.

"I guess," Nuffink replied.

Zephyr couldn't speak. That island was where her parents had grown up. That was where the friendship between dragons and mankind had begun. That was where her father had been made chief. And their enemies had occupied it? Zephyr was…angry? Yes, furious that the island her parents had told her stories about, the place that had meant so much to them, was being used by their enemy. Her anger almost completely eclipsed her worry about Shadow Streak.

The ship made a beeline for the docks of Old Berk.

"Follow me," Zephyr's dad ordered and she thought she heard a hint of anger in his own voice.

Zephyr's dad didn't follow the ship. He veered round and then flew over a part of the island that must have been just forest at one time. Now it was a grave of tree stumps. Her dad flew into a cove in the middle of the island.

Everyone hopped off their dragons. The cove they were in looked sort of like the pond in the dragon ball forest back home. A sudden realization hit Zephyr—this must be the place where her father had met Toothless! Zephyr slid to her knees. She couldn't believe she was actually on Old Berk! She also couldn't believe she was freaking out so much over an island.

"What's our plan?" Nuffink asked.

"Normally, I would scout the island," their father said. "But it looks pretty much like we left it. Except for all the armories. They're probably holding Shadow Streak in the training ring. We'll sneak up there, then break her out and fly back to New Berk as fast as we can."

"Who's going to break her out?" Fourlegs asked.

"Me, Astrid, and Zephyr."

"You're leaving us behind?" Fourlegs asked. "Here? What if enemies come and kidnap us?"

"As long as you have your dragons, you'll be fine," Zephyr's father said. "Nuffink, you're in charge. Stay here!"

Nuffink nodded.

"Time to go," Zephyr's father said, reaching a hand down to Zephyr. She took it, rising to her feet. She followed her parents into the grassy plains dotted with tree stumps, heading towards what she knew from her father's maps had once been the heart of Old Berk.