A/N Hello my toasty people Rainbow here is the third rewrite of this chapter for my story Not Far From Home.

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Ch1: Secrets

Hiccup's POV

The bright sun forced its way into my eyes, forcing them to open. Groggily they finally open to reveal my surroundings. Rocky terrain, dense forest and sound of running water. Trees lined my field of vision and the water provided a nice white noise to fall asleep to. Not that I needed any, last night's events really took it out of me. You know, with the evil plot and such.

(If your confused about the "Evil plot" Keep reading or skip to ch6 it explains it all.)

My hand still laying lightly on my abdomen I moved it gingerly to reveal and white wrap covering my lower stomach, soaked in a thick red liquid. Okay, that proves one thing. It wasn't all a dream. Which means I should probably get off this Island quickly. You know, with the mob probably coming to kill Toothless. That is not in my best interests. Speaking on Toothless where is the useless reptile. Well I guess I have to stand up to go find him. Now that is a challenge. Not because I'm lazy but more the large, bleeding wound on my stomach. Well it's now or never.

Painfully I pushed my hand onto the rock that my back is resting on. Great I went from, well a Hiccup, that no matter how many times I set something on fire or caused an explosion I always came out without a scratch. But, now one stab wound and bam I can barely stand. With all the energy in my body I managed to get my feet under me.

Stumbling slightly I made my way around the small divot that I woke up in ,my swords and various other metal things on my armor clinking slightly as I walked or hobbled I should say. It looks like the one where Toothless crashed, probably is now that I see my surroundings from a standing perspective. To my left I spot the broken tree where I not so smarty got myself wacked in the face. Chuckling at the fond memory I shakily pushed my way through the forest, leaning against trees and rocks for support. Not knowing where I was going I used my not so Viking sized brain to direct myself to the only logical place that Toothless would go. The cove. Then again a couple Vikings like, Astrid and Fishlegs have a big enough brain to know where Toothless would go. But, hey, it's a start.

Before I could progress further through the dense forests on Berk had, I stumbled and fell to the ground. But instead of hitting the cold, hard ground I felt warm? A croon of worry brought me out of my thought and I gripped the object tighter realizing Toothless had found me. And just in time too I don't think I could walk and further. Which would leave me for the Berkians to find and boy I would get an earful from my father about this. No, not my father, just Stoick now. I pulled out of the embrace of my large scaly friend and slowly slid to the ground. Gripping my abdomen in pain the fresh wound now seeping a red metallic liquid once again, I looked up at him eyes watering and said in a soft scratchy voice.

"Thanks bud. Let's get out of here."

I slowly and weakly climbed onto the saddle and adjusted the fin, he took the as a sign and flew ran deeper into the forest. We ran for some time before we reached a hollowed out tree where I had hid some supplies I had prepared for the trip in advance. Slinging them pack over my shoulder I to my left and saw the man that saved me. I just gave him a small nod as we disappeared into the skies. Maybe, just maybe our paths will cross again. Heck, we may become friends.

Astrid's POV

I watched in awe and pity as I was the first to witness our chief, Stoick the Fast, break down I tears. Luckily for him, in the comfort of his own home. Now normally if I told somebody he was crying they would laugh but now it was all to true. His son, our heir, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was pronounced dead earlier today. Reason of death was a stab wound to the abdomen, it was determined that without medical attention he would've bleed out in mere minutes. And after finding a pool of blood the verdict was final, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was killed by a fatal stab wound. We held a ceremony in his Honor and to celebrate his life and morn his death. One thing kept my hopes alive for him. After months of searching we found nobody. So, what if he patched himself up and left with Toothless. I mean we treated him like crap and plotted to do something heinous that would more affect him, the third party, and then the people it was aimed at. I just hope if he's out there somewhere he'll so I can make it right.

| Five Years Later |

Nobody's POV

"Whooo, let's do that again bud." Exclaimed a cheerful, Hiccup as he reconnected his new leg with the new and improved saddle.

They had just finished their new dangerous and stupid, for Hiccups intelligence that is, move that involved free falling and gliding. Needless to say the first fifty or so try's all ended in disaster. But, after a couple big bruises and one sprained wing they finally did it.

"Yeah, sure let's do it again, nothing con possible go wrong." Retorted a sarcastic large, dragon not very amused by his humans stupid antics.

They were fun but he couldn't go on without him. He saved him and fed him, he loved him. They were like blood brothers, almost as if they were together since birth.

"Alright big baby boo, we can go home."

Now a normal dragon would be happy to sleep after a long day of flying. Toothless however was no normal dragon. One thing you won't like about Toothless is when he's hungry. And right now he was starving.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" He said with a whack to his humans head with his ear.

Hiccup, rubbing his head is discomfort groaned inwardly at the pouty dragon that was standing in front of him. Oh great he was daydreaming again so he didn't notice him land forcefully to get what he wanted.

"Oh fish, yeah there's some back at the cave." He replied hitting his head with the palm of his hand.

Yeah they live in a cave. Because about three years ago they were caught in a massive thunder storm. It seemed as if Thor himself stepped on a Lego and started to rage, causing the said storm. Needing shelter or risk death the pair of runaways landed on a large is island, about the size of Berk. With sandy beaches instead of rocky cliffs and hills and the trees were dense but not like Berk. Inside the cave they found something that changed their lives forever. Night Furies and lots of them. After lots of bonding and negation they finally settled down in the cave. Toothless claiming Alpha status and Hiccup protecting the cave from humans. After a while it was like I had a new family one that actually cared, not one that backstabs you.

As for my armor it consist of four pieces. A dark black leather and scale padded chest plate. Black leather pants and matching boots. Along with a scale hood. I used Toothless scales that he shed because I found out that there lighter than steel and stronger too. Combined with leather it makes good protective wear. In a nutshell imagine Enzio's armor from Assassins creed. As for my weaponry I have a retractable Night Shade staff/spear. Night shade is Gronkel Iron with Night Fury scales fused into it, making it dark as night. I also have two short swords both Night Shade. And last but not least I have an invention of my own design, retractable wrist blades or hidden blades. With a flick of the wrist the pop out, the blades also Night Shade make for the best stealth kill weaponry.

However it might seem I am geared up for the apocalypse but nothing interesting actually happened while I was on this island. I found there is a Clan, and the best part is they don't have much connection with Berk so I took up a job there as a blacksmiths apprentice, taking fish as payment to feed the thirty or so hungry Night Furies.

When I entered the cave earlier I found something amazing four White Furies, they seemed to be young adults huddled together in the back of the cave from everybody else. After lots of fish and Toothless talking to the rest of the group the finally came out of the shadows and became part of the flock.

Okay, back to reality.

Hiccup's POV

"Hey, bud, I am going to the market. Take care of everybody today."

Toothless being the lazy dragon he is merely grumbled and rolled onto his other side to sleep some more. I chuckle dry and walked out of the cave into the bright sun as I pulled my hood over my face to conceal my face. Walking with my head held low just barley high enough to see I sauntered through the forest to the village. On my first inspection of the Island it didn't take me that long to find the large village, it bordered a large river and the furthermost house from the town square was located by the wooden pier. Emerging from the forest I walked confidently into the village, getting small nods and hellos from passing villagers. They accepted me here, or at least who they think I am. I obviously couldn't tell them my real name I would be sent back to Berk in chains. They aren't directly connected to Berk but they are a good ally, still a long sail from Berk, at least three to four days. Anyways came up with the persona of Rider, a lonely drifter who washed up on the island. Also he's a mute, just in case. Who knows somebody might recognize my voice, you can never be too careful.

Walking to the market to get some more paper and charcoal to write with I heard a conversation the intrigued me. Two burly, large men were talking in the shade of a houses balcony. Their conversation seemed to be private, but they spoke not in a hushed voice indicating it was something everybody knew about or didn't care they knew.

"Did ya' hear" The first dark haired man spoke, in what seemed an excited tone. Of course it was hard to tell with their thick Nordic accents.

The other man with light blonde hair looked off to his left slightly seemingly thinking about something heavily. After a short while he gave up and spoke.

"Ahh, ye got me stumped. What is it?"

The dark haired individual chuckled deeply finding amusement in what his friend's little think session.

"How de ye' not know? The chief of Berk is comin ere'. H'll be ere in a couple hours."

That one sentence seemed to stop time in its tracks. The people around me looked frozen solid but in reality I was the one frozen solid. Great, just great. Out of all the fucking islands to go to he got this one. Well, at least he won't know who I am and nothing can go wrong. Wow, I can't even convince myself. I, am, screwed.

"Oh, that. Yeah sad what happened to his son though."

Oh, great what did he 'think' happened to me? Of course we all know he doesn't think it's all on impulse. He probably said I was a traitor and had me executed for some reason. Or something stupid like that.

"Yeah, they say he fought over thirty outcast before falling in battle. I didn't tink e' little lad had it in em."

Okay well that enough for this conversation. Might as well get back to the cave before going to the forge. Brandit the forge master doesn't like it when I'm late. We became good friends he was my teacher and mentor, even though most of the time I'm teaching him.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't realize I had already arrived at the cave. Ignoring the lot of Night furies looking at me in worry, 'Great I forgot that they can smell worry and anger. Basically all emotions.' It is really creepy. Running through the cave into my little room I made for myself it had nothing more than a small desk and bed, a larger bed though saying that I stand now at a respectable 6,4. I ran to the furthest wall where all my weapons are stored. I reached out and grabbed a small staff no larger than a foot, it was stored in a small wooden box with small golden leafing.

It was my retractable Night Shade staff. I clipped it onto my utility belt with other things such as grappling hooks and small smoke bombs. It also has sheaths for my two Night Shades swords, along with a couple hidden draggers just in case.

Running out of the cave I made my way through the forest for the second time today. Admiring the few as the birds sung a little song, echoing off the canopy. I sighed contently as I entered the town again. Making my way again through the crowded streets I pushed my way to the forge. I wanted to get a good view of the Berkians when the made land.

The forge over looked the pier on a small hill that somewhat bordered a cliff. Smiling slightly I made my way into the forge not bothering to put on an apron saying my armor is thicker and more protective. I slid one of my wrist blades and walked to the grind stone to give it an edge. My foot pressed on the pedal and started to spin the grind stone, my blade inching to the stone. So close then…

"There here!"

My face fell and my hand clenched, automatically retracting the blade as to not stab my hand. Pivoting on my heel I swung around and strut over to the counter where we take orders or requests for weapons. Leaning on the counter I saw as the ship made land, a plank set to let the crew get off.

When I looked at the ship I didn't get what I expected. I got no happy face, their expressions gloomy. Defiantly not what I expected, and no dragons huh I guess they weren't bluffing. Which is weird is would think that they wanted the dragons gone but now they are sad? And I am ninety percent sure it's not because I left right?

I was brought out of my thoughts when the teens accompanied by Gobber walked up to the counter, Snout-lout leaning against the wooden surface smugly. 'Well at least he hasn't changed. Yay!' I looked past him to see Stoick and Arvid the chief of the trip speak with him, it seemed urgent but it wasn't anything I could make out. Turning my attention back to Snout-lout I glared at him through the shadow that my large hood cast upon my face. Not seeing my glare he confidently strut into the forage ignoring the fact that he is a foreigner on a foreign island, he can't just walk in like he owns the place, right?

I turned back to the grind stone and the pile of axes and broadswords that seemed to have come out of thin air. Gobber, noticing my confusion, which I could assume he could tell by body language saying my face in not in view, spoke up to clarify the situation.

"If ye don't mind lad, it would be of great help to sharpen are ere' weapons. They're dead blunt."

Not wanting to raise any suspicion I merely nodded and start to work on the heavily damaged and dented pile of weapons. Gobber, not one for idle silence tried to start a cconversation.

"Oi! Lad what's er name?"

Great, now what was I supposed to answer. "Hey, im Hiccup. I ran away from the island a while ago here just take my head now." Not. But, to my relief, before I could conjure up some kind of response Brandit stepped in.

"Y're not goin to get anything of of im. Had im for three years hadn't said a word."

Now that's not entirely true. I have said things just not to humans. Yeah, weird I know. A boy who talks to dragons, boy that would get my father riled up. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I just feel like communication was more difficult now that I could talk to dragons. Not that anybody would accept me when they found out who I really was.

"So what do you call him?" Asked an intrigued Fishlegs, who at this point I didn't realize was there.

Brandit, didn't have to think about a response he simple said my 'name'.

"Rider. We call him Rider."

I would explain why they call me that but I already explained it so deal with it.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut being the idiots they are started to argue on who would talk to me first. The pushing and shoving resulted in a rack of shields and spears to fall to the ground, making a loud clattering sound. Me, having the short temper walked right up to the two fighting dimwits, who were now tangled somehow in their own limbs. Grabbing their heads with one arm each I lifted them up and turned their heads to look at mine. I walked to the wall with them still in hand and placed them both on hooks, and walked away with them handing wrong the hooks looking shocked. I smiled under my hood and returned to the grindstone ignoring the shocked look from the teens and the smirks on the faces of the two blacksmiths. Astrid looked at me with a smirk, as if she was approving me actions. Fishlegs on the other hand was looking like he normally dose taking notes and trying not to piss his pants. And then there's Snout-lout who looked like he didn't care about the situation because it wasn't about him.

Now the next person 'I don't know' to introduce themselves is the one and only, Snot-lout.

"Hey, I'm Snout-lout the heir to Berk. The only man for this lady over here." He said pointing a thumb over his shoulder to a now fuming Astrid. He rested a meaty hand on my shoulder and continued to ramble on about his exploits.

I couldn't take his cockiness any more. His rambling, his smug looks and his should resting on my shoulder like he's my buddy. It's like he's not even bothered by the fact that he treated me like crap for fifteen years and now I'm 'dead'.

I whipped around and put my blade to his throat. His eyes widened and he started to babble on about how he was sorry for all his sins. It got annoying really fast. Finally having the edge over this douchbag after twenty years. I moved my hand to the left and-

A/N Well that took me a while. Also the next chapter may not make sense with a little skip. Because I am re-writing the first three chapters of the story. But I will let you guys know when its done.