A/N: I'm a stickler for canon so I'm going to keep the relationships and facts established by the movies intact.

The evening sun began to fade over the horizon of the ocean, the sight from the village was breathtaking. Hiccup took a deep breath and looked down on Eret's Tracker-class lesson from the hill over-looking the academy.

This is Berk. The home of one of the greatest creations in viking history: The Dragon Training Academy. Created by yours truly, managed by my lovely bride-to-be, and staffed by the greatest riders in Berk. This marvel of the modern world has taught the best riders throughout the Barbaric archipelago. These legends have befriended and rode some of the rarest dragon species on the planet. A Skrill shot overhead with its rider on their way back to Berserker Island. Together with our prized pupils, we have defeated 6 malevolent Red Deaths and surprisingly found a few kind "Green Deaths," crafting an era of peace between vikings and dragons. But while we hunted these evil beasts, we left ourselves blind to those who hunted us.

Eyjolf the Swift shot through the attacker's ranks on the back of his special girl, a Daylighter he named Dawnbringer. Her rare ability of echo-location made it easy to avoid oncoming obstacles and attacks and close in on one of the trebuchets that was firing nets at them A quick blast from one of Dawnbringer's fire balls destroyed the machine and disarmed the soldiers surrounding it. The two exited the crowd of men and soared for the nearest mountain they could see, hoping to lose the force. The made a tight turn around to the cliff side. Halfway past the cliff, Dawnbringer stopped and began to look around frantically. "Woah girl," Eyjolf said, "What's wrong? Do you smell something?" He then felt a cold chill from behind him and saw a shadow envelop him as the dragon descended. "That would probably be me." the rider said.

The new dragon was no larger than a Nightmare, yet the rider stood on its long neck like it was a Stormcutter. The dragon had Nadder-like hind legs and Nightmare-like front wing-legs. Its tail had four claw-like protrusions jutting back that were sharp as knives, and the claws were no blunter. It flapped downward with the power of gale-force wind, creating huge splashes of mist in the water. But the most terrifying thing about it were the eyes. Six green orbs with black slits, all focused on Eyjolf. He gulped and then looked at the rider. He wore a suit of black armor, the exact shade as the dragons scales, and purple robe detailing underneath. His face was barely visible under his elaborately decorated helmet, which had gold leaf ring spanning from ear-to-ear behind his head, a leaf Eyjolf was unfamiliar with. He carried a staff with him, and sheathed at his side was a sword.

"That's a nice dragon you have there!" Eyjolf yelled at the man. "You as well! A Daylighter, very rare, very strong!" The man yelled back. "Yah, her name is Dawnbringer!" Eyjolf responded. The man nodded. "A fitting name!" He said. "And yours?!" Eyjolf asked. "Oh he has no name, we merely call him by his species," the man paused, "The Black Death." The dragon attacked before Eyjolf had a chance to react.

The front claws pinned down Dawnbringer and its tail loomed over her neck, Dissuading any resistance. Eyjolf sat injured with his back on the cliff. The man jumped off of his dragon's back and walked over to the injured Eyjolf, kneeling down next to him. "Magnificent isn't he? One of the three Alpha species that are average-sized. I believe by your Viking writings he would be considered a sharp-class dragon, yes?" The man stood up and walked over to examine his new prize. "But yours, yours is a Tracker-class dragon. One of the very few that can use echo-location. Yes, she will do nicely in my collection." He looked her over with hunger eyes. "No, you can't have her." Eyjolf said as he tried to get up. However, he lacked the strength and quickly fell to the ground. When he did, his Dragon Academy journal fell out of his bag, the new symbol staring out from the top. The man began to take staggered breaths and lifted the book, staring into the eyes of Toothless, the Night Fury.

The man quickly ran up to Eyjolf and picked up by the shirt. "Where is it?!" He yelled. "Where is what?" Eyjolf responded, completely confused about the man's question. "This!" The man pointed at the symbol. "The Blue Death! Where is it?!" He shook Eyjolf as he asked the question, causing him serious pain. "Man, I have no idea what you're talking about, that's called a Night Fury." He responded. The man hissed in irritation. "Fine! Where is the 'Night Fury'?" He asked. "Where you'll never find him." Eyjolf responded, laughing. The man threw him on the ground as his army began to surround the two.

A single soldier ran up to him from the crowd, bowed, and then leaned into the man's ear. "Mi'lord, what would you have us do?" He asked. The man stared at Eyjolf, his eyes filled with anger. "Tie up the dragon, and find out where this came from." He responded, forcefully shoving the journal into the soldier's chest. He turned away from Eyjolf and walked over to his dragon, the soldier followed him. "And the rider?" He asked. The man turned to look at Eyjolf again. "Leave him, his wounds will do away with him soon enough." He began to climb up onto his dragon when another soldier walked up to him. "Do you really think we found it, sir?" He asked.

Upon the Northern wind it waits,

past Jupiter's Realm through Odin's Gate,

Its power shines with blue of old,

The leader of the dragons cold,

The last of its kind it walks alone,

the keeper of the Dragonstone.

The second prophecy went through the man's mind and he smiled. "Yes, we have." His smile faded when he remembered the technicality. "But I need its exact location. Find it." The man dropped to one knee. "Yes, lord Romulus." Romulus stepped onto the Black Death's neck and tapped it. With a mighty roar, the beast leapt into the air and soared off into the sky. Eyjolf reached up towards his precious girl as the legion took her away, feeling a cold hand enveloping him from behind.