No one's POV

Hiccup's heart pounded as he stood in the arena, the acrid scent of burnt wood and adrenaline filling the air. The monstrous Nightmare, eyes aflame, circled him, its wings casting eerie shadows on the sand. This was the fight that would define his fate—a fight that should have ended differently.

But it didn't.

The Nightmare lunged, and he reacted on instinct, driving his sword into its heart. The beast crumpled, its fiery eyes dimming.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Hiccup's name echoed through the arena. He was no longer the clumsy village fishbone; he was the "Dragon Slayer." Yet, as the cheers washed over him, guilt gnawed at his insides. He had slain a creature that he had long since admired, and now they celebrated him for it.

That night, Hiccup slipped away from the festivities. The moon hung low, casting silver streaks across the sea. He stood at the cliff's edge, staring out into the darkness. The waves whispered secrets, but he couldn't hear them over the turmoil of his mind.

Hiccup's POV

My mind replayed the moment where my sword wedged itself into the dragons heart. The feeling of its blood splattering all over me. I think of Toothless, the Night Fury I took down to kill but later befriended, what would he think after smelling the blood of another dragon on me? I would loose his trust. I'd be forever known as Hiccup the Dragon Slayer.. to be honest 'Hiccup The Useless' doesn't sound that bad anymore..

Everyone on Berk were celebrating my 'victory' with Dragon's blood (belonging to the Nightmare I'd killed) and meat. My father Stoick the Vast, the chief of Berk for the first time in his entire life smiled

"I'm proud of ya son"

"Thanks Dad..."

*In the great Hall*

"My son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III has slain the mighty beast, The Monstrous Nightmare!"

Cheers erupted as all who were present in the hall cheered. I watched as my father raised a huge goblet, filled with dragon blood, everyone else followed in pursuit. I glance at my only best friend Fishlegs Ingerman, the only kid in the entire who didn't bully me. His face was a mixture of sadness, anger and pain, for he and I shared the same interest when it comes to dragons, we both loved dragons and preferred to study them rather than kill. In fact Fishlegs and I made a promise, that no dragon, young or old to be killed by our hand and we will make sure to put a stop to the killing of dragon's in our village. But now...

But now.. I'd broken that promise...

The villagers' cheers still echoed in my ears, but their joy felt hollow. I wondered if they'd cheer as loudly if they knew the truth—the truth that gnawed at my soul.

"Dragon Slayer," they called me. But I wasn't a hero; I was a murderer. The Nightmare's eyes haunted me, their fading light accusing me. I'd taken a life, extinguished a creature's existence, and for what? To prove himself? To earn their respect? the old Hiccup would die to earn respect like this but the new one? I'd changed, after meeting Toothless I changed, I couldn't bring myself to kill a dragon.. but now? I killed one..

While everyone was busy celebrating, I slipped out into the night, sneaking into my house I grab everything I need. Clothes, food, water, my sketchbook, the Book of Dragons (then they can't kill anymore dragons), plans for Toothless's tail and finally a sword, the very same sword I'd used to kill the Monstrous Nightmare. Quickly slipping out I make my way to the Cove where Toothless would be.

I could imagine Snotlout's happiness when his fishbone of a cousin had vanished, the twins disappointment as there would be no one who fell for their pranks anymore, Fishlegs sadness and disappointment and my longtime crush, Astrid. I can't imagine how she'd feel if I left.

"Toothless!" I call, my voice echoing off the cliffs. And there, emerging from the shadows, was my loyal companion—the Night Fury with eyes that held galaxies. Toothless bounded toward me, wings half-spread, and nuzzled my chest. His purr vibrated through my bones, a comforting rhythm that spoke of forgiveness.

"Hey, bud," I whispered, scratching behind Toothless's ear. "We've got to leave. Berk isn't home anymore."

Toothless cocked his head, eyes questioning. I had no words to explain the turmoil within me—the guilt, the longing for something more. But Toothless understood. We always understood each other, even when the world didn't.

I slung my satchel and sketchbook ( with a makeshift strap) over my shoulder, its pages filled with dragon designs and dreams of flight. The plans for Toothless's tail—my greatest invention—were tucked inside too. I'd finish it, make it better, and we'd soar together, free from the shackles of a dragon-slaying reputation.

The sword, the one that had pierced the Nightmare's heart, felt heavy against my hip. I'd keep it, not as a reminder of death, but as a promise—to protect, not destroy.

As I hopped onto Toothless's back, his dragon's scales cool beneath my palms, I glanced back at Berk. The village lights flickered like distant stars. Astrid's face flashed before me—the fierce girl who used challenge me, who used be my confidante, my crush. Would she understand? Would she follow?

"Toothless," I say, gripping the saddle. "Let's find a new horizon. Somewhere dragons and humans can coexist. Maybe we'll even change the world."

Toothless spread his wings, and they leaped into the night. Below, the cove vanished, and the sea stretched out—an endless canvas. My heart swelled. I wasn't just a Dragon Slayer; I was a dreamer, a bridge between worlds.

And as we soared, I vowed to rewrite my story—one that began with forgiveness, redemption, and the belief that even a murderer could find a path to light.

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