A/N: I DO NOT OWN INHERITANCE CYCLE OR HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. NEVER DID NEVER WILL.

Haldor stepped out from behind a bush into a large meadow and scanned the ground for any tracks. As a hunter he had to be quiet and attentive to his surroundings. He spotted piles of dung and reached out to touch one of them. It was warm which meant he was on the right trail.

The sky was clear and dark, and some wind had picked up. A silvery cloud drifted over the mountains that surrounded him, its edges glowing with ruddy light cast from the harvest moon cradled between two peaks. Streams flowed down the mountains from rugged glaciers and glistening snowpacks. A brooding mist crept along the valley's floor, almost thick enough to obscure his feet.

Haldor was fifteen, just one year from becoming a man, although he was still rather slim. His brown eyebrows furrowed as he strained his dark green eyes, intensely looking through the mist searching for his quarry. His clothes, although rather worn, were well kempt, as he did well to help his mother with the knitting. On his belt was a metal hunting knife, sheathed in leather, and a bow and arrow in his hands, at the ready.

Another person stepped out from behind the bush and stood beside him. It was young man about eighteen years old, tall, with a lean frame, and black hair.

"Have you spotted anything?" the young man asked. Haldor raised his hand signaling the man to silence. He looked around before turning to the man.

"Baldor, seriously? How are we gonna hunt boars if you keep distracting me?" Haldor whispered sharply.

"Oh shut up little brother, we'll find something eventually." Baldor replied waving Haldor off. Haldor only huffed at his brother's insolence, despite the former teaching him everything he knew about hunting with a bow and arrow.

"Whatever." Haldor said rolling his eyes. "I found some dung and it was still warm. They're probably headed towards the northern meadow to find more grass." Haldor explained. Baldor smiled at this.

"Good, if we can bag us two or three big ones, we could sell one for money and have plenty of meat for winter." Baldor explained.

"Alright let's do this."

They began to head deeper into the Spine, a long range of untamed mountains that extended up and down the land of Alagaësia. Strange tales and men who barely escaped from the mountains with their lives and their minds intact. Despite all that, the two brothers were not afraid of the Spine, they along with Haldor's best friend Eragon were the only hunter's this side of Carvahall who dared enter this far into its craggy recesses.

It was getting dark and all their supplies were out of the Spine with their horse drawn cart. If they didn't find those boars and fast they would have to return to the village empty handed. Their family needed the meat for the winter, which was coming in a bit early this year, and they couldn't afford to buy any in the village.

The two brothers reached the edge of trees by the meadow, and sure enough there were boars everywhere, a smorgasbord of meat right for the picking. They surveyed the meadow and spotted three big boars. Two of them were on the east side of the meadow and the last one was on the west side. Baldor looked to Haldor with a smile.

"I'll take the two on the right, and you get the one on the far left, you think you can manage?"

"Oh come on have a little faith, with this new bow I made it should go down without a second thought." He said holding up his bow. The bow was made of metal as well as the arrows; the bow had pulleys on both ends and the string was made from a tightly woven material. Baldor looked at his brother and shook his head. "You and your crazy inventions, I'll come get you when something goes wrong." With that Baldor took off.

A/N: Hiccup/Haldor, made a compound bow, very complex but very strong.

"Hey!" Haldor called once he realized the insult behind his brother's statement.

Haldor stayed along the tree line, slowly getting close enough to his target. The boar was really big up close he wasn't sure how he would be able to drag it, but nonetheless he took his position.

He slowly rose up to his feet and stepped a bit out into the meadow, the boar was still grazing on the grass, too distracted to even notice him. Haldor was standing downwind from the boar and slowly inched his way around so he could get a shot at its belly, hopefully to get it in the lungs. Since it was farther away from the main group it wouldn't alarm them if he shot it.

He breathed in as he pulled back the string, putting as much tension, as his arms could muster, on the string. He stuck out his tongue calculating the wind, once he was sure he let loose. The arrow went deeply into the boar, but somehow it began take off into the forest. Haldor huffed and took off after it.

He raced through the forest listening carefully to the squeals of the boar. If his calculations were correct the boar should be loosing a lot of blood by now, but he could still hear its squeals, until-

BOOM!

There was dead silence in the forest as Haldor stopped in his tracks. His heart pounded loudly in his head the adrenaline from the run overwhelming him, something in his body told him to forget the boar and run, but the thought of his family going hungry urged him forward.

He slowly stepped into a clearing and saw a crater in the middle of it, he looked all around and saw the boar he shot and saw that the ground it lay was disturbed as if the boar had slid across the ground, an explosion perhaps pushed it across the forest floor. He walked towards the boar and inspected it. It was dead for sure, as he saw a pool of blood reflecting the moon in the dark blue sky. He left the boar and went to the center of the clearing towards the crater. He noticed the smoldered grass that formed a circle around the crater, Smoke had risen from the crater and curled in the air, carrying the smell of charcoal. In the center of the blast radius lay a polished black stone.

"What is that?" he asked aloud. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes, on instinct he pulled an arrow from his quiver and got his bow ready to shoot at whatever came. The rustling became louder and as it did Haldor could heard trampling as well. He pulled back the string, his fingers itching to be released. The noise was upon him when he saw a herd of deer charging toward him. Haldor shot the arrow hitting a stag right through the head; the mighty beast fell right at his feet the other deer kept running. Haldor hid by the fallen stag as the herd ran past to avoid tripping.

Once the chaos was over there was a dead silence once more, Haldor got up after several minutes of waiting, and he cautiously made his way to the crater and saw that the black stone was still there. He nudged it a bit with his foot and jumped back. Nothing happened, he slowly reached out and picked it up.

The stone was very polished and smooth, how is it that an explosion could produce something so flawless. The surface of the stone was shiny black except for the blue veins that spread about it like a spider web. The stone was cool and frictionless under his fingers, like hardened silk. Oval and about a foot long, it weighed several pounds, though it felt lighter than it should have. Haldor found the stone both beautiful and frightening. Where did it come from? Does it have a purpose? Then a more disturbing thought came to him: Was it sent here by the Gods? If he had learned anything from the old stories, it was to treat magic, and those who used it, with great caution.

'What do I do with it? I could trade it for money, right?' he asked himself. He looked at the dead stag and boar.

"We could get enough money for the stag." He said to himself. "In the meantime I guess I can keep this and study it." He decided with a shrug, and tucked the stone into his shirt.

"Haldor!-Haldor! Where are you, you little hiccup?! Haldor!" he heard Baldor calling to him. Suddenly Baldor came into the clearing riding the horse drawn cart.

"There you are! Where have you been? I've been looking for you forever. You know it's hard to drag TWO boars through the forest."

"Sorry I got held up." Baldor looked behind Haldor and saw the dead boar and the stag.

"Whoa what happened here?" he asked, as he got down from the horse.

"The boar ran when I shot it, so I went after it." Haldor said blocking Baldor's view of the crater, but Baldor wasn't paying any attention to that, but to the stag.

"And this?" he asked, gesturing to the stag.

"Oh, well a herd came charging from there-" he pointed, "And I just shot it through the head."

"Incredible, well let's load them up and head home, Dad is gonna be so happy."

The brothers loaded the stag onto the cart first and then the boar, with much difficulty.

"Oh man! Hal you sure did get a big one, it too heavy!" Baldor complained. "Well, we're definitely keeping this one!" They finally got the boar into the cart and head back to the village.

They made it out of the Spine that night, and into Palancar Valley, where their village Carvahall resided. The settlement was surrounded by harsh beautiful land. The Spine's formidable reputation has scared many away, very few traveled here except merchants and trappers.

The village was composed of stout lob building with low roofs some thatched, others shingled. Smoke billowed from the chimneys, giving the air a woody smell. The buildings had wide porches where people gathered to talk and conduct business. Lamps and candles brightened some of the windows. The streets were a bit busy; men could be heard talking loudly in the evening air while wives went to and fro to fetch their husbands, scolding them for being late.

The two brother's rode to the forge, and Haldor got down and knocked on the house beside it.

"Dad open up!" Haldor called. The door opened and a tall bulk man stepped out onto the porch.

"Haldor? You and your brother are back from hunting already?" the big man yawned.

Horst was Carvahall's blacksmith, he was a well-respected man of wisdom, and no one dared cross him.

"Yeah we've got a fine catch, you won't believe what Hal caught dad." Baldor climbed off the horse and went to the cart and uncovered it.

Horst looked at the cart and his eyes widened. He saw a boar the size of a donkey, with an arrow stick out of its side. Horst pulled the arrow out of the beast; he inspected it, and knew whom it belonged to. He looked at Haldor with surprise.

"Hal did you do this?" Horst asked. Haldor nodded. Horst smiled and grabbed him into a bear hug, laughing and swinging him about.

"That's my boy!" he cheered. He set him down and looked over the boar.

"Baldor I suppose shot the other boars, right?"

"Right."

"Good work. What about the stag? There aren't suppose to be any around here by this time of year." Horst climbed atop the cart inspecting it.

"When I went after the boar, a herd came crashing through the forest and I shot the first one I saw."

"Right through the skull as far as I can see." Horst said inspecting the stag, he hopped off the cart and dusted his hands.

"Well, that's incredible. Bal go wake Albriech, so he can help me get this big one inside, while you fill a tub with water." Horst ordered. Baldor nodded and went inside.

"What do I do?" Haldor asked.

"Open up the forge and work on the swords, those scumbag soldiers will be here to collect them soon." Horst grumbled.

Haldor nodded and walked towards the forge, as he walked by the door to the house opened and a woman walked out, she had Honey blond hair and green eyes.

"Haldor, you're back!" the woman ran and hugged Haldor tightly.

"Mom I can't breathe!" Haldor squeaked. His mother quickly let go and began to check him.

"I'm so sorry dear, are you hurt? Did you eat enough? Oh look at your face it's so dirty." His mother licked her thumb and began to clean the dirt on his cheek. Haldor was embarrassed by this and tried to wriggle free.

"Mom! I'm not a baby anymore."

"Well you'll always be my baby now hold still." His mother continued to clean his face.

"Elain you're embarrassing the lad, he not a baby, as of today he's become a man." Horst said with a smile.

"What are you babbling on about?"

"Look at what our boy caught us for the winter." Horst gestured to the cart, Elain looked at the giant boar on the cart and nearly screamed.

"Goodness gracious, look at the size of it!"

"I know, I almost don't want to keep it. I could sell it to Sloan for a hefty price, but this could last us through the winter!" Horst heaved. Elain and Haldor looked on giggling at his struggle, Horst was a big man it was hard to believe he couldn't lift a boar.

"That is if you manage to carry it inside dear" Elain laughed.

"Albreich, get your arse out here now!" no sooner did the house door open and a tall bulky young man came out yawning. Albriech is the oldest son of Horst and Elain, he has blonde hair that is lighter than Elain's and he has a similar build to Horst, and also his brown eyes.

He stepped down the porch and nearly jumped at the sight of the boar.

"What the hell is that?" Albriech asked.

"It's dinner, now help me get it inside!" Horst yelled impatiently. Albriech hurried to the other end and lifted the boar's rear. They managed get it inside albeit slowly.

Haldor turned to the forge when his mother dragged him back.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Dad said to start the forge and work on the swords."

"At this time of night? You just got back."

"Mom it's fine."

"OK I'll go and bring you some cocoa." With that Elain walked into the house. Haldor went into the forge and started the fire; he used the bellows to feed the heat and waited a bit. He looked out in the street and saw something, or better yet someone coming towards him, it was Katrina, daughter of the Butcher, Sloan.

"Haldor is your father inside? It very urgent!" Katrina said panicked.

"Yes he is what's the matter?"

"My father is arguing with Eragon and I fear it will escalate badly." Haldor nodded his head and went to get for is father. Horst was just about to start quartering the boar when Haldor called him. Once he heard that Sloan and Eragon were arguing he set down the knife and rushed to the Butcher shop. As they got closer the yelling became clearer.

"You refuse to sell to me!"

"Yes! Unless you pay with coins," Sloan growled. "Go, before I make you!" Horst slammed the door open and stomped inside, followed by Haldor and Katrina, who had determined expressions. The young man known as Eragon turned around in surprise by the entrance. The man known as Sloan glanced at them warily then began to speak.

"He won't-"

"Quiet," announced Horst in a rumbling voice, cracking his knuckles at the same time. Haldor knew never to get on his father's bad side, through his life he always saw his father as a gentle giant, he only ever saw his bad side some of the villagers made fun of him for his stature when he was little, it was on that day that he knew he never wanted to face his father's wrath and neither did Sloan.

"Sloan, what have you done now?"

"Nothing." He gave Eragon a murderous gaze, then spat,

"This…boy came in here and started badgering me. I asked him to leave, but he won't budge. I even threatened him and he still ignored me!" Sloan seemed to shrink as he looked at Horst.

"Is this true?" Horst demanded.

"No!" replied Eragon. "I offered this stone as payment for some meat, and he accepted it. When I told him that I'd found it in the Spine, he refused to even touch it. What difference does it make where it came from?"

Horst, and Haldor, looked at the stone curiously, then returned his attention to the butcher. "Why won't you trade with him, Sloan? I've no love for the Spine myself, my sons risk their lives any day they go hunting, but if it's a question of the stone's worth, I'll back it with my own money."

The question hung in the air for a moment. Then Sloan licked his lips and said, "This is my own store. I can do whatever I want." Katrina stepped out from behind Horst and tossed back her auburn hair like a spray of molten copper. "Father, Eragon is willing to pay. Give him the meat, and then we can have supper." Sloan's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Go back to the house; this is none of your business . . .. I said go!" Katrina's face hardened, then she marched out of the room with a stiff back.

Haldor wanted to speak up, but Horst held him back. Eragon as well wanted to speak up but dared not interfere. Horst tugged at his beard before saying reproachfully, "Fine you can deal with me. What were you going to get, Eragon?" His voice reverberated through the room.

"As much as I could."

Horst pulled out a purse and counted out a pile of coins. "Give me your best roast and steaks. Make sure that's enough to fill Eragon's pack." The butcher hesitated, his gaze darting between Horst and Eragon.

"Not selling to me would be a very bad idea," Horst stated darkly.

Glowering venomously, Sloan slipped into the back room. A frenzy of chopping, wrapping and low cursing reached them. After several uncomfortable minutes, he returned with an armful of wrapped meat. His face expressionless as he accepted Horst's money, then proceeded to clean his knife, pretending they were not there.

Haldor scooped up some of the meat along with his father and walked outside. Eragon hurried behind them, carrying his pack and the stone. The crisp night air rolled over their faces, refreshing after the stuffy shop.

"Thank you. Uncle Garrow will be pleased."

Horst laughed quietly. "Don't thank me. I've wanted to do that for a long time. Sloan's a vicious troublemaker; it does him good to be humbled. Katrina heard what was happening and ran to Haldor to fetch me. Good thing I came—the two of you were almost at blows.

Unfortunately, I doubt he'll serve you or any of your family the next time you go in there, even if you do have coins."

"Why did he refuse to sell to you?" Haldor asked, "Sure he's a bit unfriendly, but he's always taken people's money."

"And I've never seen him treat Katrina that way," said Eragon, opening the top of the pack.

Horst shrugged. "Ask your uncle. He knows more about it than I do." Eragon stuffed the meat into his pack. "Well, now I have one more reason to hurry home . . . to solve this mystery. Here, this is rightfully yours." He proffered the stone. Horst chuckled. "No, you keep your strange rock. Baldor and Haldor, here went hunting and caught three boars and a stag."

Eragon looked at Haldor with surprise. "Did you really?"

"Yeah I caught a stag and the biggest boar ever."

"No way." Eragon said in disbelief.

"Aye he did, I saw it with my own two eyes, and I got the arrow to prove it." Horst stated.

"Looks like there's a new hunter in town, eh Eragon?" Haldor nudged the latter with his elbow. The three of them laughed.

"As for payment, Albriech plans to leave for Feinster next spring, as well as Baldor. They want to become master smiths, and Haldor and I are going to need some help. You can come and work off the debt on your spare days."

Eragon bowed slightly. "Again, thank you! I look forward to working with you." He was glad that there was a way for him to pay Horst. His uncle would never accept charity. Then Eragon remembered what his cousin had told him before he had left on the hunt. "Haldor, Roran wanted me to give Katrina a message, but since I can't, can you get it to her?"

"Ok shoot."

"He wants her to know that he'll come into town as soon as the merchants arrive and that he will see her then."

"That all?" Haldor asked looking at his father, they both were confused.

Eragon was slightly embarrassed. "No, he also wants her to know that she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and that he thinks of nothing else."

Horst's face broke into a broad grin, and he winked at Eragon.

"Getting serious, isn't he?"

"Yes, sir," Eragon answered with a quick smile. "Could you also give her my thanks? It was nice of her to stand up to her father for me. I hope that she isn't punished because of it. Roran would be furious if I got her into trouble."

"I wouldn't worry about it. Sloan doesn't know that she called us, so I doubt he'll be too hard on her. Before you go, will you sup with us? To celebrate the great hunt?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Garrow is expecting me," said Eragon, tying off the top of the pack. He hoisted it onto his back and started down the road, raising his hand in farewell.

"Uh dad can I go speak with Eragon briefly?" Haldor asked.

"Alright, go ahead, but make it quick, your mother will get worried and badger me to death."

Haldor chuckled and disappeared into the streets as he ran after Eragon. When he finally caught up he called Eragon.

"Hey Pig-head!" he called. Eragon turned around and smiled at Haldor.

"Hey Hiccup"

"You won't be able to call me that much longer, you know? I'm almost as strong as you now."

"We'll see, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"That stone you found."

"What do you mean?" Eragon said suddenly getting tense.

"How did you find it?"

Eragon shifted uncomfortably, his face went a bit pale. "I don't know what you're talking about. I told you I found it in the Spine."

"So you're really going to stand here and lie?"

Eragon turned around and began to walk away. Haldor only huffed.

"Was there an explosion and a burst of light?" he said aloud. They were away from the village so they could speak freely. Eragon turned around shock on his face.

"How do you know of that?" Eragon asked warily. Haldor rolled his eyes and took out his stone from his shirt, and showed it to Eragon.

"Because the same thing happened to me when I was hunting with Baldor, but he doesn't know about it, no one should know about it, you shouldn't have went off bragging about it in the village, we don't know what we're dealing with."

"I didn't brag."

"You told Sloan, it might as well be the same thing. We don't know if someone might come looking for them, or at least yours since no one knows about mine."

"Aren't you getting a bit paranoid?" Eragon chuckled. Haldor had a deadpanned look on his face.

"Aren't you getting a bit careless? A stone appears out of an explosion and you decide to try and sell it?"

"I need the money to provide for my family."

"So do I Eragon, but I won't risk parading something potentially dangerous around a village of desperate people."

Eragon huffed, his friend did have a point, but there was too much going on.

"I'll sleep on it." Eragon sighed.

"Good." Haldor turned and began to walk away.

"See you tomorrow?" Eragon called as a question.

"Sure, goodnight Pig-head."

"Goodnight Hiccup."

The two parted ways and headed home. Haldor headed back to the village, as he walked through the post the warm lights embraced him, the light of the moon blotted out by the lamps, candles and torches. He walked over to the forge and saw his father and his brothers working in the forge.

"Oh good you're back, you can start fixing those swords, and then we can all have dinner." Horst said as he hammered at red-hot steel. Haldor went over to his personal work-space and got to work, sharpening and polishing the swords of all sorts. He hammered away and got lost in his work. Ever since he was little he wanted to work in the forge with his father, but his mother wouldn't let him even when he was of age. She babied him a lot because he was born a few months early and was very sickly. The village mocked him, saying that such a strong name as Haldor, shouldn't be given to a Hiccup, although they would never dare call him that in front of his father, they kept those comments to themselves and would find the opportunity to jeer at him when he did something clumsy. He wanted to make up for his size in some way so that the village would respect him as they did his father, so he did a lot of things, he taught himself how to read, he took up knitting from his mother, he asked Baldor to teach him how to use a bow and arrow, and he watched his father in the forge from a distance. When the time came to prove his worth, he sneaked into the forge at night and made the greatest bow ever created at the age of ten.

The forge symbolized something to Haldor, it symbolized that with hard work and dedication; people could build themselves up and forge their own destiny.

Haldor was so into his work that he didn't notice the stone slip from his shirt and onto the floor. Baldor and Albriech didn't notice, but Horst did, he walked over with wide eyes and picked up the black stone, he looked at Haldor, who was pounding away, and grabbed him roughly out of the forge. Haldor yelped in surprise as he was dragged into the house. Albriech and Baldor rushed in to see what was wrong; Elain looked up from her cooking and saw her husband dragging Haldor upstairs.

"Horst dear what's wrong?" Elain said running to the stairs trying to stop Horst.

"Stay out of this all of you!" he roared. Elain and her sons stayed where they were afraid to challenge Horst. Horst continued upstairs dragging Haldor along. Once they entered Haldor's room Horst pushed Haldor onto his bed and closed the door. Haldor looked up at his father confused, as to what he did wrong for his father to get angry. Horst held the black stone in his hand and looked at Haldor.

"Where. Did. You. Find. This" Horst said darkly. Haldor gulped, afraid to tell how the stone came to be.

"I-I"

"Speak up when I'm talking to you!"

"I found it in the Spine, when Baldor and I went hunting."

"Did Baldor see it?"

"No"

"Has anyone in the village seen it?"

"I-well…"

Speak dammit!"

"I showed it to Eragon…when I left to speak with him." Horst slowly set the stone down on Haldor's desk and pulled up a chair. He let out a deep sigh.

"Do you know what that is?"

"A stone."Haldor answered.

Horst shook his head. "No, it's an egg."

"An egg?"

"Not just any egg, a dragon egg."

"Dragon? How is that possible?"

"Do you remember the stories that old Brom babbles about?"

Haldor nodded his head.

"Well they're true every last detail, but there's something he left out. When Galbatorix turned against the riders, there was only one that could stop him. Do you remember his name?"

"Uh…Vrael?" Hal answered.

"Vrael was an elf, leader of the Dragon riders, he had the power to finish Galbatorix, but hesitated at the last second. Galbatorix struck him. Wounded, Vrael fled with the help of his star pupil, a rider named Halvar. Halvar rode a different kind of dragon, the most powerful at the time; his dragon's name was Tannløs, he was smaller, faster, and more powerful than any dragon ever, together they had the power to end Galbatorix, but they weren't ready. They couldn't control their magic and Galbatorix easily killed them." Horst explained.

"Wow." Haldor said amazed. Horst scooted closer and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hal, you are a very special young man, I knew it from the day you were born, your eyes, even though they were like your mother's, they were brighter and full of life, though you were small and fragile I knew you would rise up above this life and lead Alagaësia to a better future, you and Eragon." Horst said sincerely.

"So is Halvar our ancestor or something?" Haldor asked. Horst chuckled.

"Yes, he is your 5 great grandfather"

"So this egg is going to hatch for me and then I'll become a rider?"

"Yes you will, and that's what I'm afraid of. Despite my better judgment you are still a boy and you are my last-born son. I had older brothers as well, they were taken to fight in this wretched war and they never came back. My father, your grandfather, never spoke a word about it for weeks, but at night I could hear him crying. At that time I was like you, small, but then I got a growth spurt. My father panicked with fear, his skin turned white. He couldn't bear the thought of losing me so he sent me off to become a blacksmith apprentice at the age of fifteen." Horst explained.

Haldor was quiet, he was shocked, as he took in all the information, it overwhelmed him and he began to break out in a cold sweat. Horst saw this and held him.

"Don't worry about it Hal, everything will be okay, but you can't tell anyone about this at all, not even Eragon, everything will become clear in time just, breathe."

Haldor did as his father said and took deep breaths; slowly his heartbeat came to normal and he looked at his father.

"Thanks dad." Horst smiled. "Anytime son. Oh I almost forgot to show you something."

Horst got up from the chair and went towards Haldor's closet. He knelt down and removed some clothes. The floor in the closet was bare and Horst began to remove the floorboards, under the floor was an object wrapped in cloth. He picked it up and brought it to Haldor. He looked at it confused.

"Open it." Horst chuckled. Haldor did so slowly unwrapping the cloth, revealing a saddle of some sort and a sword handle.

"A saddle?"

"This was Halvar's first saddle."

"And this?" Haldor gestured to the sword handle.

"Press this button." Horst directed. Haldor pressed the button, and then suddenly a long black blade shot out from the handle. Haldor nearly dropped it in surprise. Curious, he examined the blade and saw that the metal was unlike any he had ever seen, it had a slight blue hue to it and on the handle there was a black jewel, also slightly blue. He pressed the same button and the blade got a bit longer, he pressed it again but it didn't work. He saw another button and pressed it, suddenly the blade retracted into the handle.

"It seems Halvar was quite the inventor himself as you are." Horst chuckled. Haldor smiled and looked at the handle more closely. He saw an engraving written "Natt Raseri?" he asked. Horst scratched his beard.

"I think it means 'Night Fury', at least that's what my father told me." Horst explained.

"So what do I do now, dad?"

"Wait. Wait until the egg hatches, if or when it does, you take it to the woods; raise it up and when you're ready, only the gods can say. I don't have all the answers to all your questions so don't bother, it's been many years, I've probably forgotten." Horst explained. He walked towards the door and looked back towards Haldor.

"You can put that stuff away for now, hopefully your mother has dinner ready."

"OK" Horst left the room and closed the door. Haldor went to his closet and put the sword and saddle under the floor and covered it with the floorboards. He picked up the stone err, egg and placed on his bed covering it. He walked to the door and took one last glance at the hump on his bed before leaving the room.

Just as he left the room the hump on the bed shook.

Overview: Hiccup's name is Haldor. i never liked his name being 'Hiccup' it is an embarrassing and obsolete name. i did some research trying to figure out where Haldor could fit. in the book Eragon Horst is the blacksmith, so i figured that should be his father. i didn't want to use any of the HTTYD characters because they would be irrelevant in this story. Haldor is from Alagaësia, there is no such thing as Berk. thank you

A/N: I hope you like this story please leave some feedback. if you don't like something please be respectful, there's no need for disrespect, and trolling. thank you