Alright, no chapter 50 yet. Maybe, just maybe I will be able to finish that tonight, but I just had to post this first. I had already finished anyway, so why keep it from you any longer, right?

Part III! Much positive feedback already, thank you guys. Keep it up!

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The Adventurous Adventures of Hiccup and Wrenlou

Finding Night Fury Island, Part III

He groaned and tried to open his eyes. He felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. The movement send a flash of pain down his back and he stifled a cry. There was a voice, speaking to him in a language he couldn't understand. He opened his eyes, blinking at the light. There was a boy in front of him, looking at him with worry. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. The boy was about his age, with black hair and strange eyes. His right was green, while his left was blue. He said something, but again he couldn't understand him.

'Where... where am I?'

The boy in front of him frowned. It was clear he didn't understand him. He tried to get up, but cried out when the pain shot through his back. The boy reached out to him, but Toothless suddenly growled, stepping in front of his friend. The other boy stumbled back, falling on the ground. Before he could do anything, a white dragon appeared. His eyes grew wide. Not only was the dragon protecting the boy, it was a Night Fury. A white Night Fury.

The boy pushed the dragon aside, stretching his hand out towards the black dragon standing over his injured friend. Toothless had lost his menacing look the moment he saw the other Night Fury staring back at him. He looked from the outstretched hand to Hiccup, then back to the hand. After deciding the boy was no threat, he pushed his nose in the boy's hand, crooning softly. Then he stepped aside, stepping out of the small cave, never taking his eyes of his young rider.

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A boy was running along the beach, screaming as he was chased by a dragon. The white Night Fury who was running after him growled and jumped him. The water splashed high as the boy was pinned down by the dragon, a paw on his chest. For a moment, dragon and boy stared at each other, then the dragon opened her mouth. The boy's eyes widened in fear as he stared into the dragon's throat. Then the dragon started licking him, her tongue scraping over his face. The boy screamed and twisted under her paw, trying to push the dragon off his chest. After she had made sure his entire face was covered in saliva, she let go of him, plopping into the water.

'Dammit Snowflake, that's disgusting, you know that!'

A loud rumble escaped the dragon's throat, as she was looking at the boy who was washing his face in the ocean. He glared at her through his fingers, then he jumped at her. The dragon allowed herself to be pushed back, so that the boy was sitting across her chest. She looked at him, smiling a gummy, toothless smile. The boy looked back, a grin creeping across his face.

'This calls for revenge.'

He let a slimy trail of drool dangle from his lips, nearly touching the dragon's nose. The dragon thrashed in his grasp, but not enough to fling the boy off her chest and possibly hurt him. She wailed loudly as the spit hit her nose, but it only resulted in her getting it in her mouth. She gently pushed the boy off her, huffing as she shook her nose.

'See? That's how disgusting it is.'

The dragon growled as she ducked her nose in the water. The boy got up, shaking his head, water flying from his black hair. He walked back onto the beach and sighed, looking at the sky.

'It will be dark soon, we best get back.'

He looked at the dragon, shaking herself dry and smiled. He turned around, looking for the bow he had dropped earlier and found it lying further onto the beach. He went over to pick it up, but when he turned back to his dragon, he frowned. There were footprints in the sand. And not just any footprints. They looked like Night Fury tracks, and the dragon had been dragging something beside him.

Going against better judgement to never engage a wild Night Fury, he started following the tracks. They led further onto the beach, into a small cave. When he peered inside, his eyes widened.

There was a boy inside.

The boy was lying on his left side, his back turned to the backside of the cave. He didn't look much older than himself. His auburn hair was covering his face, and his clothes looked torn and dirty. He was wearing a green tunic, brown pants and fur lined boots. The boy had curled up into a fetal position, his hands tucked under his chin. He reached out to the kid, and gently shook his shoulder.

'Kid? Hey, kid? You alright?'

The boy shifted and moaned. He opened his eyes, blinking up at him, confusion written all over his face.

'Something wrong? Can I help?'

The boy just stared at him, before speaking himself. He frowned. He couldn't understand the kid. The boy tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but suddenly cried out in pain. As soon as he reached out to him, his hand was nearly bitten off by an adult Night Fury, growling threateningly. He stumbled back, falling onto the sand, staring at the beast. His own dragon jumped in front of him, growling at the intruder. The Night Fury's eyes widened in surprise as soon as he saw the other dragon. After pushing the white dragon aside, he inched closer to the other one, his hand stretched out towards him.

'It's okay. I won't hurt your friend. I'm trying to help. Please, you can trust me.'

After hesitating for a moment, looking from the boy back to him, he pushed his nose in the outstretched hand, crooning softly. Then he stepped aside, allowing the other boy to step into the cave. He knelt next to the kid. He had cried out in pain, but he couldn't see any visible wounds. Granted, the cave was rather dark and he couldn't really see anything. Which explained how he had failed to see the dragon. He grabbed the boy's shoulder, but pulled back as he felt a sticky substance. When he looked at his fingers, he saw blood. Fear crept into his heart. The kid was injured. Carefully, he grabbed his shoulder again, turning him over on his stomach. The boy moaned when the movement undoubtedly caused pain.

There was a large gash running along his back, from his right shoulder to his left hip.

'Someone got ya good, didn't they?'

The boy didn't answer. He just lay on the sand, sobbing silently.

'Alright. I know you can't understand me, but I am going to help you. I just have to get you back to Dragoncity. Shouldn't be too hard, considering the fact that there are two dragons out there. It will hurt, however.'

The boy lifted his head, cringing at the pain and whispered something in his strange language.

'I'm sorry kid, I have no idea what you're saying.'

He sighed and stood up. The little cave was just big enough to stand. When he turned around, he felt a small hand grab his ankle. When he looked back, he found that the boy had gripped his boot and was staring up at him with pleading eyes.

'Don't worry, I will help you. I just have to stop that bleeding.'

It was a good thing that the saddlebags were waterproof. And it was even better that they were taught from day one to always keep it filled with the necessary items. And it was great that one of those items happened to be bandages. He knelt next to the boy again, bandages in one hand, the canteen with water in the other.

'I'm sorry kid, but this will hurt.'

The boy screamed louder than he had thought possible from such a small child. He had screamed when he poured the water over the wound, washing most of the blood away.

'I'm sorry, I truly am. My name is Wrenlou, by the way. I live in Dragoncity. Well, I don't... We stay in Learners Bay. But we're almost done learning. I am curious though, where in the world did you find and adult Night Fury? Couldn't have been here. I have never seen you before...'

When he finished wrapping the wound, the boy had slipped into unconsciousness again. Wrenlou hauled him up, his hands under the boys arms. He was glad the kid was unconscious, because it must hurt like crazy. He called to his dragon and the white Night Fury was at his side in one jump. As soon as he had the kid on her back he jumped behind him, letting the boy rest against his chest. He looked at the black dragon.

'I'm afraid you have to follow us.'

Snowflake crouched down, her wings spread and ready to take to the sky when the black dragon wailed loudly. Wrenlou frowned, looking at the dragon.

'What?'

The dragon sat down and folded his tail around his paws. Wrenlou squinted, then his eyes widened. He slid of his dragon, careful to keep the boy on her back and walked over to the dragon. He knelt in front of him and took the prosthetic tailfin in his hands. He looked it over, the way it was attached to the dragon's body, the way it moved and frowned.

'Well, this is certainly something I have never seen before. He controls it? How?'

The dragon bit at the stirrup and Wrenlou stood up. When he pressed down on the pedal, the prosthetic fin opened and closed. He sighed.

'Right... so you can't fly without a rider... that could be a problem.'

He bit his lip and looked from Snowflake and the boy slumped over her back to the black dragon and back to Snowflake. Then he stretched a hand out to the black dragon.

'Would you let me try?'

The black dragon cocked his head, ears perked up and a questioning look in his eyes.

'Look, Learners bay is a long distance away if you have to walk. It will be easier if you let me figure out how to work that tailfin, then you can carry me and your rider.'

The dragon looked from the white dragon to him and back, before he trotted over, crouching down, allowing Wrenlou to climb on his back. Snowflake crooned softly as soon as he sat down in the saddle.

'It's okay girl. Just don't move okay?'

The dragon carefully lay down, keeping a watchful eye on the boy on her back. Wrenlou shifted a bit and adjusted the prosthetic, as if to test it. Looking back to the dragon's tail, he found the right position and the dragon spread it's wings.

'Oh gods...' Wrenlou murmured when the dragon took off.

It took him a while, crashing into the sand or the ocean, but after an hour or so, he knew enough to be able to fly the dragon back to Learners bay without crashing. They landed, a bit more civilized than the last few times when they ended up stuck in the sand or tangled in the leather straps of the saddle and slid of the dragon's back.

'Right, okay. Snowflake, fly back to the bay. I will follow.'

The dragon crooned and nudged his shoulder, a concerned look in her eyes.

'Just go, please. I will be fine.'

After she had made sure that he had the boy safely in his arms and his feet in the stirrups to control the tailfin, the white dragon flew off. The black one followed a little slower, careful with the two boys on his back, making sure Wrenlou could keep up with the tailfin.

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'Where the hell is he? He always runs off to Gods knows where!'

'Broghan, I'm sure it will be fine. Your brother is one of the most stubborn people I know, he will be fine.'

Broghan shot a glance at the older dragon rider that was their teacher, then turned his eyes to the sky again. He was standing next to his dragon, Moonchaser, looking up at the sky. Next to him were Dale and Starstruck.

Dale was in charge of teaching the kids the ways of the dragon riders, teaching them how to be dragon riders, but not even the greying dragon rider could keep Wrenlou in one place for long. He had given up on trying and although he didn't show it, he was concerned for the safety of his youngest pupil and his white dragon. The boy somehow found trouble every where he went.

'Look!' Leila gasped and Dale followed her finger.

The white dragon was approaching fast, but something seemed wrong. He frowned, eyes widening when the dragon landed.

Wrenlou wasn't on her back.

Immediately he felt worry creep into his heart. What had happened to the boy? The dragon looked fine, no sign of blood or injury anywhere. He approached the wailing Night Fury and placed a hand on her nose.

'Where is your rider girl? Where's Wrenlou?'

The dragon wailed again and turned towards the sky. Dale looked at Starstruck. For the first time he cursed the fact that the dragon was missing half a wing and couldn't fly anymore. The dragon sensed his disgruntlement and came up to him, crooning apologetically.

'Don't worry, it's not your fault.'

'Dale? Should we go look for him?'

The dragon rider sighed, looking at Snowflake. Something in her demeanor was off, but she didn't seem terribly worried. He shook his head.

'Let's give him some time. There have been times he walked back just for the fun of it. If he's not back in an hour, we can go look for him.'

Broghan nodded, not entirely convinced. It was true that Wrenlou sometimes walked back from where ever he went off to, but something felt wrong this time. He looked at Snowflake. The dragon had curled her tail around her paws and her wings tucked against her body. The way she was looking at the sky, waiting patiently, didn't scream trouble. He sighed and sat down on the ground. It was already getting dark, and he was worried.

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He felt the air move around him as if they were flying. The pain in his back was still present, but somehow it had dulled out a little. Then he felt something else. A heartbeat under his head. He groaned, shifting a little. He felt a hand on his shoulder and managed to open his eyes. He was staring up at the boy he had seen earlier, his black hair whipping around his face.

'Where... where are we going?'

The boy looked down on him and shook his head before saying something he didn't understand.

'Where's... Toothless?'

A dragon wailed and he turned his head a little, seeing Toothless' green eye stare at him with worry. He managed a small smile before he slipped back into the clutches of unconsciousness.

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'Dale!'

The man turned around. Broghan was pointing at the sky. Something was approaching, barely visible against the darkening sky. He squinted, trying to see what is was, then his eyes widened.

'It's a Night Fury.'

Broghan frowned. Night Fury's weren't something special, but the other riders and the wild dragons kept away from the bay. What was this dragon doing here? And what had it to do with Wrenlou? The dragon came swooping in, landing a little hard.

'Wrenlou! Wait... who's that?'

The boy shook his hair out of his face and turned to Dale, still mounted on the dragon.

'I found him on the beach. He's pretty badly injured. I need permission to take him to Dragoncity right away.'

'But.. on the beach? What about the dragon?' Dale gestured to the Night Fury.

'It was protecting him. I think he was riding it. Look, if he's going to survive, he needs to get to Dragoncity now. He's lost a lot of blood and I have no idea how long he had been on the beach. Please, Dale, let me take him to the city.'

The aging dragon rider looked from the boy in Wrenlou's arm to his student and back to the boy. The boy was pale, his breath came ragged, shallow. His face was contorted in pain, his eyes squeezed shut. He was clearly unconscious. He sighed.

'Alright. Take him to Dragoncity. Come straight back when you've dropped him off, understand?'

Wrenlou didn't answer bur shot a glare at the man. Then he called to Snowflake, the white dragon jumping up immediately. Both dragons spread their wings and were gone from sight within moments. Dale sighed, shaking his head.

'Leave it to Wrenlou to find a castaway.'