That night I brought Stormfly to the arena to come and meet Hookfang, the monstrous nightmare one of us teen vikings will get picked to kill, Barf and Belch the hideous zippleback that the twins would be the perfect riders for, the terrible terrors Sneaky, Sharpshot, Iggy, Pain, Head and Butt who we think might be twins, and then Meatlug, Fishlegs designated gronckle.

How we know their names well for the terrors it was more based on how they acted for the others we guessed until they finally showed their way of saying 'yes'. Which took longer than you might think. Fishlegs put the saddle he made onto Meatlug's back, to which she didn't act like Stormfly, and we went on a flight together around Berk, and he loves it just as much as I do. 

However... One of us is being picked tomorrow and as much as I hate to say it.. It will most likely be me. "Hey, Fishlegs?"

Said viking turned away from taking off his dragons saddle to look at me, "what is it Astrid?"

"Lets just be honest. We know I'm most likely going to get picked tomorrow and we know that I'm not going to kill Hookfang or any dragon for that matter." I sighed deeply as I looked down at the stone floor of the arena.

"What exactly are you trying to say Astrid?" I heard his footsteps come closer to me as I looked at him.

"I'm saying that if... If I get picked I'm gonna leave Berk. I'll take off during the night on Stormfly I'll take Hookfang with me-"

"You're going to run away and leave me here without a dragon, without Meatlug and you expect me to be okay with it am I right?" he looked upset now as he read my mind.

"Fishlegs it would be too suspicious if we both just disappeared along with all of these dragons who are now our friends. We're vikings! Dragons are supposed to be our enemies. If they still think I'm alive I'd rather take all the blame than to let it fall on you. Besides if I really do leave I'm gonna need someone here who I trust to be my eyes and ears. I'll send you letters using Iggy, Sneaky and Sharpshot."

"Fine, but when things go south for me here on Berk and I become a traitor-"

"I'll bring Meatlug and we'll come get you. I'll probably get you sooner just as soon as I find a safe place to live that's stable and find us some allies we can trust, okay?" I promised him. He still seemed worried and skeptical about parts of my plan but soon agreed anyway. We didn't talk much after that, putting our saddles away where they wont be found and headed out in separate directions towards our homes secretly praying to Odin that I wouldn't be picked.

But that's exactly what happened.

Stoick and all the others that left to find the nest came back earlier this morning and here I am standing in the arena in front of all of them standing next to Gobber, Snotlout on his other side. Gobber hovered his prosthetic hook over Snotlout as the elder, Gothi, shook her head. But as he hovered his hand over me she nodded. Everyone around me was cheering except for Fishlegs. We both shared a look, fear written in between us.

There was no other option. I was to run away with the dragons and find us a new home. After that I'll come back for Fishlegs. Traitors or not. Dragons are not what we think they are. But you can't tell that to the Berkians. I mean the Chiefs wife already tried but look what happened, he didn't listen to her and now she's gone. Taken away by a dragon along with their son. Who was my best friend.