The Lost Heir: Book Three: The Final Hour

Chapter Six: The Journey

**Image above: Tora Thyra Agnarsdottir; 17 years old

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Dawn came quicker than we expected. But in the little time, we had of night cover, we'd rallied all of Berk together and packed up as much as we could manage, preparing to depart from the Island of Berk. Some people had even thought ahead and packed loads of their belongings onto ships we had docked in the harbor, then had their dragons carry them.

The sheep we brought had to be dressed in dragon costumes so they wouldn't be plucked up and eaten at any given moment. One sheep on one of the boats bleated happily, looking over the edge of the ship to see the beautiful view of the vast ocean below. He was quite content for a moment until a dragon's shadow passed over him and he cowered back into the ship's deck.

"Excuse me, coming through!" Fishlegs called out as he flew through the flock with Meatlug and Fishmeat situated on his lap, "Just skipping through here."

He grabbed out a small bag of rocks and began to feed them to the baby Gronckle in his lap, "Fishmeat, eat your rocks. Eat your rocks." Fishmeat took it and chowed down on the rock graciously.

Snotlout and Hookfang swooped in next to him and Snotlout scoffed as he watched the baby with Fishlegs, "Gah- people who fly with babies are the worst."

The Jorgenson then had to duck as Fishmeat sent a lava blast in his direction, with little to no warning. Hookfang swerved out of the way again as Snotlout grumbled in irritation.

At the same time, Gobber flew Grump towards Hiccup and me, soaring beside us for a moment, "I feel like I'm always having to ask you two this question... but, woah-" He was cut off when Grump went veering off course, frightening me out of reading my map.

"Wake up, Grump, wake up!" Gobber shouted at his Hotburple.

I went back to scanning over the map and flicking through my notes as Hiccup surveyed around us with his spyglass.

"I was just wondering..." Gobber continued his question as he regained control over Grump, "Is there an actual plan... or?"

I looked at Gobber and then at Hiccup who replied, "Follow Freya until we reach the island at the end of the world."

"Ah," Gobber nodded, seeming a little skeptical, "seems sensible." He remarked slightly sarcastically.

I then gave him a questioning look from over the rim of my map. He perked up and grinned sheepishly.

"No offense to you that is, Freya." He laughed slightly.

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Further back towards Berk, where we'd left behind hours before, all of the dragon trapper's fleet, the warlords and Grimmel had arrived. Only to find the entire island abandoned, and empty.

"So," Khan addressed Grimmel, "Where are they?!"

"Gone. Obviously." Grimmel replied simply. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest that all his marks had abandoned exactly where he knew they'd be.

"They escaped you?" Griselda gasped in outrage, "Again?!"

Grimmel chuckled and shook his head at her, "I encouraged it. They've abandoned their only defensible position." He grinned out over the open water before him, almost like he was watching the people of Berk flee.

"Running scared with what little they can carry." He laughed to himself.

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But far beyond Berk, all of us were still flying along peacefully. Although some were growing restless with flying for so long.