I know, i'm working on Flash Forward, and two other stories, but I had to get this down. I know I'm horrible at this, but please cut me some slack. I am new to all this! Sort of. This is during the events of HTTYD. Hiccup is working on the saddle, but hasn't quite perfected it yet.

I had my cousin read this, and he joked there were racist comments. They may seem like that, but THEY ARE NOT.

Hiccup raced back to the Great Hall. He was still happy inside, from meeting with Toothless and discovering what he liked to call Dragon Nip. He wondered if it worked on all dragons. He could try it in the ring, and hopefully earn some respect. He scoffed at his wishful thinking. They would be nothing but jealous, especially after his stunt with the Zippleback.

Hiccup wasn't looking where he was going, and ran right into a glowing ball of white light. It consumed him, spreading over him until it looked like Hiccup was just a white shadow. Then a flash, and he was gone.

Glowing balls of white light floated into the Great Hall. Everyone watched them with interest. The first one latched onto Snotlout, consuming him, making him look like a white shadow. A flash, he was gone.

Everyone drew their weapons, and tried to slash, stab, or otherwise fight the orbs, but you couldn't exactly fight light. It was like trying to catch smoke. Soon, the orbs had consumed everyone, minus the weapons, and they were all gone.

The weapons fell to the floor.

Stoick sat up. Vikings everywhere were picking themselves off the floor, groaning and holding their heads. "WHERE ARE WE?! SUPERNATURAL BEING, TRICKSTER OF THE GODS, WHOEVER BROUGHT US HERE, SHOW YOURSELF!" Stoick roared.

A light voice laughed. It seemed to come from nowhere, and everywhere. Stoick could tell it was female. "I don't mean you any harm." the voice said. "And I assure you, I am not a trickster of the gods."

It had that voice you really wanted to listen to, light and kind and sweet. Stoick could see Snotlout obeying her every command, as well as Fishlegs. Hiccup . . . well, he really didn't listen to anyone, did he?

Astrid wasn't impressed. Stoick was proud of that girl. She was on her way to being a great shieldmaiden someday. She was already a great warrior. "How do we know you aren't lying?" Astrid asked suspiciously.

"You don't. But I assure you, no harm will come to you." the voice said.

A set of double doors Stoick had not noticed opened. The voice started up again. "Since you won't be seeing me, and I won't be making too many comments, you won't need to address me as anything."

Everyone walked into the room. Chairs of colors ranging from black to white stood in neat rows. "Your seat should have your name on it." Voice said. "The color of the chair reflects your soul. The darker your chair . . . well, I suppose I don't have to tell you that.

Stoick found his chair. It was on the darker side, but not completely black. The only persons whose chair was black was Mildew. No surprise there. The surprise was Stoick's chair. He was about to ask, when Voice said, "You can change, you know. You don't have to stay like this."

Stoick sat and thought about what she said. He watched others take their seats. He watched Astrid take her seat. Hers was on the lighter side, but still dark enough to pass for grey. Fishlegs' wasn't dark enough to pass for grey, but not light enough to pass for white. Snotlout's was grey, like the Twins'. Gobber's, Bucket's, and Mulch's were all about the same as Fishlegs.

"Now, you are all here to watch a drastic change in what happens to Berk. You'll watch a series of videos moving pictures, explaining things." Voice said. "I'm not explaining more, and I won't take any questions."

The place turned dark, and the 'video' started up.