A/N-Alright everyone, the next installment begins! A notice for all new readers of this series: if you have not read the first three books, I apologize for the lesser quality of those stories, however there is a great wealth of knowledge in them that is required in order to understand what is to come.

In the meantime, a little preparation: Time's Revelation will delve deeper into the history of Hiccup's world, and we will meet characters that will break the boundaries of what our main characters have yet experienced. Prepare for turmoil, danger, and mystery... read on!

Prologue

She had been running all night long, not a moment to take a breath. They had kept after her even after she'd escaped past Rome, and then further west to the coast of the Atlantic and the North Sea, always just behind and waiting for her to slow, to falter.

She dove to the side as yet another came screaming down after her, materializing just long enough to inflict a long gash across her shoulder, claws open and demonic eyes blazing in hatred and anger when it missed its original target. She knew why they were after her, and that they wouldn't give up. The only solace was that for some reason they no longer appeared in physical form unless they absolutely had to, so she had been able to avoid them easier for a time. It didn't matter though if they managed to find a way to catch her permanently, as only if she was able to reach her destination would everything fall apart finally. With that thought in mind she continued to push on, long blazing hair glinting behind her in the moonlight.

There! Ahead, lights from burning lanterns and torches within a small coastal village flickered into view. The demons pulled away, disappearing completely from view but still hissing threats that they would be back before they vanished into the night. The girl slowed down as she reached the edge of the civilized place, but she knew she couldn't stop anymore until she reached her goal. If she stayed in the village, while the demons wouldn't show themselves something else always arrived later, and she wouldn't be responsible for any more destruction, not after the last time.

She sprinted through the village, unseen and unheard, soon reaching a small beach with a couple of short docks extending outward, small fishing vessels lining them. She took only a moment to catch her breath, having been running all out for hours, before running along the docks and picking a boat, throwing what few provisions she had on her in and jumping in after. She untied the mooring lines and pushed the boat outward, taking the oars and steering herself out into the bay. Once far enough along, she raised the small sail and set down the rudder, catching the wind and waves and riding out into the sea. Crossing from here to the islands would take at least two days at best she knew, as she hustled around preparing the boat for an excursion longer than what the fishermen usually took. She felt bad for stealing the craft, but at this point there was no other choice.

For an hour, everything still seemed fine. The breeze was gentle, and the current below was steering her in the right direction. Not long after, however, the wind began to pick up, whipping the surface of the ocean into whitecaps. Thunder broke the sky a moment later, and something big surged beneath her, ramming into the small vessel with force enough to spin it in a full circle. They were back, she knew, and this time there was nowhere to run, and nothing to fight with. The girl was certain she would not last the night.

A/N-I want-no, need- to hear your predictions, your theories. My books from before follow storylines often greatly based one way or another on fictional tales that already exist, but here is where things will begin to break away. Anything is fair game now, what do you think will happen?