That night Fishlegs found me in the arena attaching supplies to some of the dragons when he spoke up, "So you're really leaving then?" I nodded tightening the strap holding a basket of fish to Hookfang, "I'll do my best to be the viking that we've been training to become and not get us caught too soon but I mean you know I'm not exactly Viking material." He came over and helped me finish tying the last two baskets onto Meatlug before giving her a long hug.

"I don't expect you too Fishlegs. Just remember that I'll send you letters-"

"And have one of the terrors bring it to me, I know but Astrid lets just make it easier and call it terror mail okay?" he interrupted me.

I chuckled lightly, "Okay. I'll try to send one every two weeks on a Saturday. Try to get to the cove on those days okay?" he nodded as I sighed and hugged the big teen, "I might come and visit every now and then. I'm going to miss you and so will Meatlug. Once I find a new place for us to call home and once I've got it stable enough to live in with enough supplies I'll come back to get you." I broke the hug and climbed up onto Stormfly's back.

"I'm going to miss you too Astrid. We just have to make sure we both live long enough to see each other again." he responded, "Oh and don't forget to make some allies while you're at it we're only two people we can't take on the whole of Berk." he smiled sadly a slight panic in his green eyes.

"I know. I'll see you around Fishlegs." he nodded as the dragons and I took off into the night sky. Looking at Berk once more I reminded myself that I'll be back... Someday...

~Time Skip~Two years later~

Stormfly and I were out flying towards my old home known as Berk where I would be meeting up with Fishlegs in the cove. Just last year he met my best friend Heather and her razorwhip named Windshear and found out that her and Dagur are actually siblings. We finally have a new place to call our home of which I like to call Dragons Edge. There's only three more important people Fishlegs still has yet to meet, Eret son of Eret, Queen Mala of the Defenders of the Wing and Atali Chief of the Wingmaidens. 

If I'm being honest, no matter how many people I meet none compare to my childhood best friend Hiccup. Eret, Dagur, Fishlegs, Throk they're all like brothers to me. Speaking of Eret, it's still hard to believe that he used to be a dragon trapper and not a good one at that, especially when it came down to stealing our dragons but now he's a dragon Rider  and the best spy our group has with his new friend the azure blue changewing Thistlethorn. Those two are some of the best dragon and rider scouts that I have.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. It's been two long years since I first left Berk and I now have three Allies; The Berserkers, with their chief Oswald the Agreeable, Atali and her Wingmaidens and finally Mala and the defenders of the wing. Out of all of them the Berserkers were the hardest to convince especially since they're also allied with Berk. Next to become allies with are Alvin and the Outcasts, and hopefully Viggo Grimborn but I'm not going to hold my breath with those two.

It was about midday when I reached the cove but as we were flying overhead I heard a commotion going on in the village. After landing in the cove, out of curiosity, I headed in that direction as quickly and quietly as possible pulling my fur hood up to cover my head and then my scarf to cover my mouth and nose, similar to the one Heather wears. As I got closer I had to hide behind houses and large crates in order to stay out of sight. Finally reaching the plaza where everyone was I saw the now sixteen year old viking known as Fishlegs Ingerman in the middle of everything with his hands tied as Stoick appeared out of the crowd and began to question him.

"Fishlegs Ingerman you are here because you have been accused of messaging the dead!" he laughed at that while I slowly began to panic, "Evidence has been found that proves that you have also been receiving letters from Astrid Hofferson who died two years ago during a dragon raid. However, some of those letters have information that can easily be used against us. Now, who are you really sending letters to and how have you been sending them?" he glared at the already fearful viking.

Fishlegs gulped before hesitantly answering, "I have been sending letters t-to.." 'oh no. We've been caught. I-it's okay, just tell them, tell them it'll be fine, what's the worst that could happen? I can get him out of here easy'. As if sensing my presence he turned to look in my direction and I think he saw me nod at him to go on because he continued speaking as he scanned the rest of the crowd to terrified to look Stoick in the eyes, "I've been sending and receiving messages from Astrid Hofferson who, f-for your infor-mation, isn't ac-actually dead." he stood his ground gaining confidence in himself even though he still stuttered in the end.

"That doesn't quite make sense if ya ask me, Stoick, Astrid is strong for sure but she couldn't have survived." Gobber came over standing next to the Chief before turning to Fishlegs, "So then how are ya receiving them lad? I don't recall any merchants giving you these notes, and who is this Meatlug that's always mentioned?" 

"We send them using Terrible Terrors. Meatlug is my Gronkle! You see dragons are not-"

"So you've thrown your lot in with them!? You've betrayed us for some dragons!?" Stoick interrupted scaring everyone including the other teens, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. I have to get him out of here.. But there's too many of them how- "I will not deal with this. Throw him in the dungeon and keep an eye on him. His trial shall be held tomorrow. This is not something I will tolerate. Not today.." The Chiefs words interrupted my thoughts but picked them back up again as I tried to figure out what he meant when it hit me right in the heart. Today's the day Hiccup and Valka were taken by dragons.

Before the village managed to disperse I ran back to the cove whistling to hopefully catch the attention of a terrible terror. Luckily, Sneaky appeared just as I reached Stormfly hopping onto her back I wrote a quick note sending it off to the edge before taking off myself. If I'm going to save Fishlegs I'm going to need a certain Gronckle and a former hunter and his changwing.