Dragonborn

8 year's later

Veil of Helheim's Gate. Eight years after Hiccup's disappearance.

A beautiful day shines out over the Archipelago. White, fluffy clouds float lazily over the peaceful seas, nothing wrong with the world. That is, until eight dragons spew forth from the thick, visually impenetrable foggy wall of Helheim's Gate. If anyone were to be able to see the sight, they would think that they were dreaming.

Of the eight dragons, seven were flying in a V-formation. Bringing up the rear was a large forest green Gronckle and a greenish-blue Zippleback with black flaming designs and orange outlines. Clinging to the top of the Gronckle is a small sky blue Terrible Terror. In front of them are a Nadder and a Monstrous Nightmare, side by side. The Nadder had a wildish look to it, though it seemed like almost every other Nadder seen. The main difference is that the horns on top of her head were curved backwards and could be fired out, acting like a boomerang. The Nightmare was huge, matching a Timberjack in size and probably could've passed for one too. The skin was an intense bright red and he had little curved claws on the wings.

As amazing as the sight of the five dragons at the rear of the formation was, none of it compared to the absolute rarity in front of them. Leading the V-formation were three Night Furies.

The right  night fury was fairly well built with many scar's on his body to signify the battle's he took part in . The left night fury was  was a bit slender then the normal Night Fury . The third led the the group and was the best built of them all , he like the right night fury also had many scar's the most distinct scar was  a scar in the shape of claw marks.

"Are we there yet?" asked the Terror, obviously in Dragonese, getting bored and antsy over the length of the trip.

"For the tenth time, we get there when we get there!" growled the annoyed Gronckle carrying him.

"Come on, Bomber. Don't be so hard on Terry," replied the left head of the Zippleback.

"Well, you don't have a chatterbox riding on your back now, do you, Spitshot?" retorted the Gronckle, Bomber, with a greatly increased annoyance shown on his face.

"I'm not a chatterbox!" whined Terry, the Terror.

"Speak for yourself. I'm attached to a chatterbox," the right head of the Zippleback sarcastically replied, ignoring Terry's complaint.

The remark was met by a head-butt from the left head, Spitshot, before his annoyed comeback.

"At least I don't look as ugly as you, Spitfire."

"Uh, we're twins, dimwit!"

"Big fail there, Spitshot," remarked Bomber.

The argument escalated quickly between the three, with the occasional remark from Terry. After a few minutes of the louder, constant bickering, the Nadder became greatly annoyed.

"Ugh, will you lot shut up back there?!" she snaps, her words falling on deaf ears.

"Hey Natalie, I'll shut them up for you," flirted the Nightmare to Natalie, the Nadder, before flying towards the argument.

Upon seeing the Nightmare arrive, the others instantly added him to the quibble.

"Hey, Draco. Tell these idiots that I'm the smart one," Spitfire says.

"In your dreams, Spitfire," Spitshot replies.

"Hey guys, knock it off. Natalie's getting really annoyed," Draco, the Nightmare, commands.