Hello peoples! Here I am again! Told you I would update frequently...

So this is not an overly long chapter, but it is a rather happy one. There's hope! He will remember!

I'm sure you remember the song, from Crystal Light. If not, the song is called Compass, from Thomas Bergersen. It's in Norse, and the lyrics and translation can be found with Crystal Light Part V!

I don't think I forgot anything... hmm... no, I said that... okay! One thing left to say then!

Enjoy!

The Adventurous Adventures of Hiccup and Wrenlou

All I Remember, Part III

Fire.

There was fire all around him. Where ever he turned to, there was fire. He quickly came to realize that he was trapped by the flames, unable to get out. He spun in circles, the smoke entering his lungs with every breath he took, and soon he started coughing.

"Dad! Dad, where are you!" Da..."

He fell to his knees, coughing and gasping when he suddenly heard something above him and he looked up. The high pitched sound of a Night Fury rang through the air and he stood up on shaking legs. He didn't see the dragon at first, but then a black shape shot over him and he tensed. The dragon passed over his head a few times, then it came down, the wind from it's wings weakening the flames as it landed and he stared at it with his mouth open.

Not only was the Night Fury wearing some sort of harness, it was also carrying a rider. The boy on the dragons back couldn't be much older than himself, his green eyes just as wild and furious as the dragon's sharp eyes. His auburn hair was wild, matted in some places and the clothes he was wearing were dirty and torn. He frowned. Both the boy and the ebony dragon looked familiar, as if he knew them. Somewhere at the back of his mind was a little voice that screamed that he knew them, but when he tried to listen to it, it was lost in the raging flames around him.

He stumbled back as boy and dragon screamed simultaneously, their cries indiscernible from each other, and the dragon launched forward. He was snatched from the ground and carried up into the air, away from the flames. The dragon's claws were securely around his chest, not cutting or hurting him in any way, and to his surprise, he didn't scream while he was carried higher and higher into the sky.

Up here the air cleared and he could breathe freely again, and he took a deep breath. Hanging in the dragon's claws, he looked around. The raging fire beneath him seemed nothing more than candle light from up here, the island itself a mere speck in the ocean. Up above him he could see the sky, speckled with millions of stars, the moon just a thin line.

A little smile found it's way onto his lips, and he relaxed in the dragon's grasp. He had his hands on the black claws as he continued to look at the world beneath him. After a while he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep.

When he woke, he was still in the claws of a dragon, but when he looked up at the beast, he was shocked to see that it was white, not black as it had been last night. He looked around. Had they landed? Had he switched hands, or paws in this case? Where were the boy and his dragon?

Looking around, he found no sign of the odd duo, the white dragon was alone in the sky. He sighed. How long had they been flying? Hours? Days? Even longer? He couldn't remember. The sky was cloudy, the white fluff looking like something he could sleep on.

He heard a voice, and looked up. His eyes widened when he saw riders around him, all riding Night Furies and his jaw dropped as he stared at the twin girls, a boy and another girl. They waved at him, and he waved back. And then he saw the boy and the Night Fury that had taken him from the fire last night. The boy waved at him, his clothes no longer dirty and torn, his hear clean and blowing in the wind. The dragon holding him shrieked in happiness, and his smile only widened.

Suddenly, he was riding a dragon, a black one, and when he looked at the white one, he saw she had a rider too, a boy with black hair and blue and green eyes. He smiled looking around the group, their faces familiar, their names at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't grasp them. He started to get frustrated, looking at these people, seeing their faces, knowing their names, but unable to connect names to faces.

And then he was falling.

In the blink of an eye, he was falling towards the ground, the dragons reduced to dots in seconds. He screamed, flailing his arms as if he was trying to fly, but the ground kept coming closer and closer, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He closed his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his face, anticipating the impact. When it came, he bolted upright in bed, covered in cold sweat while tears were streaming down his face. It took him a while to realize it had been a dream. A very confusing, scary dream.

The door opened and a boy came in, rushing to the bed when he saw him in tears. He sat down next to him, rubbing his back. He cried into the blanket until the fear had worn off, then he looked up, to see a cup of water being offered to him. He drank it shakily, still sniffing away the tears.

"What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

He nodded and gave the cup back, drying his face with the blanket.

"Do you want to tell me?"

"Why would I?" he yelled, the anger suddenly boiling up within him, "you won't even tell me my own name! I don't even know how you are! You say you're my friend, and that you want to help me, but how can I know if you won't tell me anything? For all I know you want to kill me!"

"We... we don't, I promise. We're you friends, believe me. Trust me."

"How can I? How can I trust the people that won't even tell me who I am? Why don't you just go away and leave me alone. You don't care anyway!"

He was staring at the boy with tears burning in his eyes. The other looked shocked by his words, but he didn't even care. He was about to say more, to yell all his feelings into the room, when his stomach suddenly protested the little food he had ingested hours ago, and he wrapped his arms around his stomach, doubling over while desperately trying to keep his food inside of his body.

It didn't work, and before he knew it, he had thrown up in the bucket again, a gentle hand rubbing circles on his back as he cried bitter tears. No matter what he said, or what he thought, this boy cared for him.

"W.. why would you help me," he mumbled after he had washed his face and drank some water.

"Because I care for you," was the soft answer, "even if you don't believe it, I'm your friend. And I will do everything I can to help you remember that."

"Then tell me my name, please!" he sobbed desperately, "why won't you tell me my name."

"I... I can't. The healer told us not to... I want to, believe me I do, but I just can't."

He stared at the boy for a while, before he turned his back at him, pulling the blanket tight around his shoulders. His headache was back with a vengeance, he was feeling sick from throwing up and the nightmare still played vividly in his head.

"Please go away," he mumbled into the pillow while he pulled it around his head to block the light.

The boy didn't leave. Instead, he felt how he sat down next to him, just sitting silently for a while. He was crying into the pillow, curled into a ball in the corner.

Du kan om du vil

Ingen ka ta ditt valg

The soft voice that suddenly started singing, startled him at first, but his sobs slowly subsided as he just lay still, listening to the song. It sparked something in his mind, a memory of trees, a day in the garden and he closed his eyes, trying to get the blurry picture sharper in his mind.

Bare plante tvil

Det er så mange veier å gå

Mange mål som kan nåes om du våger

The image lingered, slowly taking a more solid form. It remained blurry, as if he was looking to it from behind a foggy window, but he could hear laughter, and singing.

Vi har alle tvil

Spørsmål om valg

Er dette det du vil

He turned on his back, meeting eyes with the boy next to him. He exhaled slowly while he stared up at him, his eyes sparkling as he sang the song.

"I... I know that song..." he mumbled and he frowned.

"Yes... you do... do you remember anything?"

"A... garden? Was there a garden? Have I been in a garden?"

The boy nodded, tears gleaming in his eyes. "Yes... you've been in a garden. You were there with me."

He propped himself up on his elbows, staring at the wall and biting his lip. As soon as he tried to grab the memories, they would slip away, but if he just watched them from a distance, they wouldn't be as fleeting. They would be blurry, and contorted, but at least they were there. After a moment, he shook his head.

"It's there... I know it is, but I can't hold on to it. They just... slip away again..."

"But they're there, right? You can see them."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Straining his brain had aggravated the headache, and his head now felt like it would explode.

"You need to sleep..."

He nodded, wincing when the movement caused stars to dance behind his eyes. The light from the single candle on the nightstand had suddenly become to bright, and he closed his eyes against it.

"I'll take the candle," the boy whispered and he stood up.

"Wait!"

The boy turned around, one hand on the doorknob. "What is it?"

"Can... can you sing more for me..? I... maybe I'll remember more..."

A warm smile spread across the other's face as he slowly came back and set the candle on the floor, so that the light wasn't too bright.

"Just lay down," he whispered and he pulled the blanket over his chest.

He closed his eyes while he listened to the soft voice that filled the cabin. It recalled more memories, memories of a city made from white marble with towers that grazed the sky. Another city, one that thrived on trade, with red roofs and green trees, the streets filled with people, ships on the water and a busy harbor.

The moment he reached out to these images, they dissipated as clouds in the wind, and he groaned in frustration. All he wanted was to remember, it couldn't be that hard! Right? He decided to leave them be, the memories, and see if they would come to him. Maybe, if he just had patience, maybe then they would come back.

Exhaling slowly, he heard the voice become distant, the words from the song merging with each other, slowly fading into the background. He felt how he was drifting off, the throbbing in his head disappeared, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.