Five years later...

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 -5 years later-

Hiccup's POV

Five years have passed since I ran away from Berk and this time has been the best of my life. Me and Toothless have found new islands and breeds of dragon, fought enemies and established our own base called the Dragon's Edge. I lost my leg fighting the Red Death but it was killed in the battle, meaning the raids on Vikings have stopped

A small group of friends have joined me and Toothless. There is Dagur the Deranged, a former enemy who now rides a Triple Stryke called Sleuther and his sister Heather who flies a Razorwhip named Windshear. Throk and Mala of the Defenders of the Wing joined us a little while ago with Throk riding his Thunderdrum, 'Thornado' and Mala on a Fireworm queen called Dawnbringer. Finally, we have Eret son of Eret, a former Dragon Trapper who now rides the Rumblehorn known as Skullcrusher and a defected Berserker called Fenris with his Skrill, Stormwing.

Life is good here in the 'Great Beyond' as Dagur dubbed it but every little while I wonder what happened to Berk after I left.

Astrid's POV

It's been five years since Hiccup was killed by that beast and Berk has changed a lot. Even though the raids have stopped dragons are now to be killed no matter what and the children start training at the age of ten. Snotlout became the new heir but the death of his cousin has mellowed him out- a little as he still flirts with me at every oppotunity. Fishlegs now is Stoick's main diplomat and is forever chasing Ruff and Tuff (who decided to dedicate their lives to Loki) away from causing havoc.

Me, I work at the Berk guard. It's tough but I like it. Stoick became a recluse until Gobber coaxed him out of his shell and now he marches around the village, back to his old self. We still miss Hiccup badly but we try not to think about him too much - the memories of the sarcastic, auburn haired boy are painfully fresh.

I'm walking towards the armory to get my axe when Spitelout runs over to me.

"Lass there's a whole village meeting," he informs me.

"Sure. Let me just pick up my axe and..."

"No time, apparently it's urgent," he says. A cold feeling emerges in my gut - the last time there was a meeting like this it was because of a Changewing migration and from the sound of it, this is much, much worse. 

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