I'm alive and well, and not dead! Heh... Anyway, I understand some of you guys have been getting really confused, and I understand that the plot may seem extremely confusing. So I think It would be helpful and best if you guys summarize what's going on in the reviews so I can clear up the confusing plot holes, make it easier to understand and stuff. I think I may rewrite some of the chapters to add more detail and clear up some things for future readers, so i'll let you guys know when I do that, if at all. Also I messed up the names so badly, so check the end of the last chapter for some clarification. It will make sense with time! Hopefully... Anyway on with the chapter!

The air felt thick as Hiccup breathed, each breath sounding like a raspy gasp. They still haven't changed his bandages and the blood began to crust around his shoulders, the color turning into a nasty dark brown tinted red and the air seemed to turn colder than usual.

He laid on the filthy floor, the cold temperature of the stone seeping through his bones, chilling him to the core. He curled into a ball, watching the low glow of the torch's flame dancing with the breeze nearby. His shoulders felt like they were on fire with every move he made and his lip was bleeding. He felt so weak and pathetic. He loathed himself from being so useless in these cases. They didn't even bother to chain him up, as he was too weak to try to escape anyway. His wounds were rarely cared for, having a plan to kill him soon.

He felt like his face was on fire, sweat droplets splashing on the stone. Yet he shivered and coughed with each breath he took in. He knew he had a fever as infection spread through his shoulder like an unwanted disease. His shoulders heaved with each inhale, his lungs struggling to help him breathe. He had to figure out how to escape and soon. Within the small cage was a small window, iron bars acting like a wall between the outside world and him. He observed his surroundings looking for a fault in the build of the cage. A large wave of exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed him as he began to grow tired. He glanced toward his shoulder and noticed the appearance of fresh crimson liquid staining the bandages. His eyes began to droop after his realization.

"HEY! WAKE UP!" The dragon guard hollered as he passed by.

He was so tired though and his eyelids felt like heavy bricks were weighing them down. His breathing began to slow and even, as his eyelids began to slowly shut...

He heard the loud creaking of the cage being recklessly opened, before a sharp strike hit him in the ribs. He let out a loud unmanly yelp followed by a harsh cough. The hit was followed by another, and another, and another. It finally ended by a powerful tail clashing with his body, sending him flying towards the cave wall. His body connected with the floor, his mind hazy. He had gained a deep gash on his chest and stomach. His eyes opened as he watched the dragon sadistically smirked and turned away, exiting the cage.

His world began to fade away before a ear-splitting explosion bounced off the walls. The resonant roars of dragons echoing off the walls of the small dungeon, the floor shaking a little with each explosion. He began to hear the noise of footsteps slowly making their way towards him, the noise getting increasingly louder. He lifted his head as dragon paws came into his line of version. His eyes traced the dragon's body, slowly towards the top, making eye contact with the dragon.

Bright green eyes stared straight at him as another thunderous explosion sounded through the air. His hearing began to fail, the only noise being obnoxious ringing. The dragon seemed to be talking, but he only saw its mouth move with each word being spoken. He vision began to flicker, one moment seeing the dragon through the bars, the next having the dragon's head right in front of his face. He felt himself being picked up from the floor and put on top of something comfortable and warm. His eyes blinked for a second, the only thing he could hear was his deep breathing and his heartbeat. He watched as his eyesight blinked between scenerings, the stone walls moving at fast pace in front of his face.

He watched as the scenery of battle unfolded in front of his eyes. Dragons attacking other dragons. The smell of blood and death floating in air as his eyes settled on a dragon attacking viciously at another dragon's neck. They were running through a village of some sort, having escaped the dungeon. The village looking like it was inhabited by humans more than dragons. His body felt so tired he couldn't feel any pain anymore and he struggled to stay awake. His mind became more hazy with each passing second. His eyes blinked once more, changing scenery to the peaceful sky and clouds, the village at the bottom burning to the ground. He noticed the presence of a large castle at the background as his eyes finally began to close. His mind went blank as he was greeted with darkness.

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Why did Toothless react the way he did? Why did she react the way she did? She began to go into deeper thought on their ride home, repeatedly getting questions from the other riders to make sure she was okay. The more she thought about it, the more things she began to notice. Like the dragons... How they suddenly changed emotions at Toothless' growls, like he was some type of leader. As matter of fact, all dragons seem to have some same type of reaction to Toothless everytime he speaks in dragon. Was Toothless some type of alpha in the dragon world? And how Toothless suddenly changed emotion when she finally hopped off of him. How he suddenly changed emotions at everything...

However she quickly snapped out of her thoughts as berk came into view. She would have to think about it more later.

They landed in the villages square, a crowd surrounding them asking the same questions. "Where is Hiccup?", "Did you find him?", "Why was he taken by a mysterious dragon?". She tried to calm the villagers, quickly getting frustrated.

"EVERYBODY COME DOWN!" The thunderous voice of Stoick the vast piercing through the continuous questions. The crowd instantly calmed down as the chief pushed past the crowd of villagers.

"Where is Hiccup?"

"I don't know sir. Toothless growled at us as we prepared to follow him. He flew through the storm, and any traces of him were either covered by the harsh wind or blinding rain." Astrid replied in clear discomfort.

Stoick didn't like answer at all, his face turning blank. He turned to face the crowd, a determined facial expression on his face.

"READY THE BOATS! READY THE SEARCH PARTIES! We are going to search for my son! He will be found! And whatever creature took him will pay the price!"

The crowd joyously screamed in agreement as they began to ready themselves. Astrid agreed with them, they will find Hiccup. It's only the beginning...

Slightly longer chapter? Let me know if anything may need a more detailed description, it will greatly process the story into something much better. Also, sorry about the long wait, I had a shit load of homework to do.