Hey guys, I was reading this awesome fanfic a few weeks ago called 'To start anew' by Nexarc... Really, check it out, amazing. (Sadly hasn't been updated in over 10 days D:)

Anyway I got a similar Idea loosely inspired by that story, However, it will be different and with my own spin. Thankyou to all who read my last stories as I loved writing them! If your from one of my last stories reading this then hai again :D If you're not then… well. Hai :D

Set post HTTYD 2, a year. (Ps the name tradition is totally made up)

Time to begin.

*Rewrite*

Prologue

Astrid was training in the woods, like she generally did on a sunny day like this.

Berk was rebuilt a few months ago with brand new buildings after the whole 'Drago' attack incident. Somehow, amidst all the chaos of rebuilding a village she had gone back to roughly her general schedule once everything was repaired and thus she was taking some much needed alone time after taking over as the leader for the dragon academy. Her reserves wouldn't train themselves.

It is definitely not the easiest task in the world but someone had to do it, It's not like Hiccup would take back over, he had chiefing duties to attend to. Hiccup, her fiancé was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. That was something she never thought she'd have happen to her.

But over the years she figured it was inevitable, she loved him after all. It was an interesting situation. Hiccup was Berk's first public dragonrider, slayer of the Red Death and conqueror of Drago's Bewilderbeast. None of those words really applied to him though, it was more like; Hiccup the 'desperately hoping he gets lucky against the Red Death' or Hiccup the 'stand by and watch while an armada of dragons defeat the Bewilderbeast' type of title. But those were small details. Sadly though, even after almost a year Hiccup still missed his father but was slowly recovering. The stages of grief almost ending but it wasn't over yet, there would always be that hole in his heart that he and however less so, the whole village would have to carry for the rest of their lives.

Astrid was throwing another axe nicely into a tree for one of her last throws; Stormfly dozed nearby as none of the dragons feared weapons any more than they feared a tree or a rock. Astrid had over the years continued her own weapon training due to wanting to be able to fight without her dragon. Various enemies had taught them that having dragons did not make you invincible. Berk still did their weapons training of course and everyone learned to fight but she wants to remain the best.

As she picked up her battle-axe and was about to return to Stormfly something immensely peculiar happened. Something pricked her neck. She exclaimed in surprise and annoyance and plucked out the small needle sized intrusion from her skin.

There was a little bit of blood but it was barely worthy of being called a scratch. She inspected the object at fault. It looked similar to a dart but was purely white and looked like marble… And was that, glowing? Suddenly she noticed her coordination and balance off.

"Poison" she muttered to herself, horrified.

Astrid did not panic, warrior instincts kicking in. She was already feeling dizzy. Someone was probably trying to kidnap her. Good luck with Stormfly around, she attempted trying to make it to her dragon who looked confused, after the first few steps she realised she wouldn't make it much longer. She made a run for Stormfly but her coordination was pretty much neutralised and she fell to the floor; her vision and consciousness quickly failing her as she went into a deep sleep.

Stormfly was confused but instantly alert at her rider who seemed to have fallen asleep while running towards her; she looked around at the treeling curious and concerned for her rider. Should she bring her back? Or would that anger her… humans did have weird rituals. She was definitely at a loss of what to do. Then something else happened, her rider started… glowing? Why was her rider glowing as it's not like they have gas inside them to internally light. Nevertheless the glowing grew brighter and then it started pulsating. She squawked in surprise and went to help her rider from whatever was happening but before she managed to snag her rider and take her back to the nest it flashed bright enough to stun Stormfly and when she finally managed to look back to where her rider was…

She was gone.

-0-

Astrid awoke slowly; she was... In her bed... And... In her room.

But something was… different.

It came back with a jolt, She remembered she'd pricked herself on some strange plant and passed out only for Stormfly to bring her back to the village. She would imagine the look on Hiccup's face, worried as ever and overly caring in the way she loved and hated…but mostly loved. She smiled at the thought of when he finds out she's awake. Probably kiss her with so much passion as he did when she hit her head and had a minor concussion a few years back, when she recovered he made her heart melt at the simple gesture. This was a bit worse so she wondered about the treatment she'd get for this incident. Her mind wandered to the memories she had with Hiccup. Many memories she will treasure for the rest of her life.

She then took in her surroundings better and noticed something was odd. It was still completely different to how she remembered it that morning, or yesterday morning if she were out long enough. There was stuff out of place from where she left them last, not to mention items she no longer possessed and also the room didn't have some of the major repairs from when Drago attacked; Namely side wall which was renovated after an ice spike went through it. She sat up in confusion and maybe a slight bit of panic and looked around again, something was wrong about this. She leapt out of her bed only to discover she was wearing her clothes. Not that it was odd to be wearing clothes it's just that these clothes were the ones she last wore five years ago.

She then realized how short she felt as her height even seemed different and something eerie swelled in her gut. She took the nearest reflective object she could find which was her mother's axe and gaped in shock at what she saw. Here she was in the body of her fourteen or fifteen year old self! Thats... That's not normal.

This was clearly a dream. Right? evidently not as she tested this theory by splashing her face with water. It was cold, it was harsh and it definitely wasn't a dream.

She prayed for it to be roughly around fifteen as she feared the worst. How did she get back here? It surely had something to do with the white stinging dart. She wondered if everything that she did from now on affected the future. If so, she would have to be careful... realization then hit her. Hard. Soon the shock wore off and it finally started to become clear. She was in the past. Her. Five or six years into the past. She resisted the urge to scream as she threw her axe into her bedpost…

"I'm in the past I'm in the past I'm in the PAST?!" She yelled and muttered seemingly at the same time. She breathed in a large breath slowly to calm herself down. Panic will not help her here. She was shaking rather violently as her mind tried to process the possibility of living half a decade of her life out again.

'Oh gods! What if- no!' She thought to herself. It couldn't be, this had to be a dream. 'It was a dream' she told herself, but she had already proven this false. Lying to herself would just make her delusional. In dreams you don't remember everything up until you pass out, in dreams it's more scattered and surreal, in dreams everything's not so vivid and real.

She wedged her axe out of her bedpost trying to collect herself, she was a warrior damn it. Than horror hit her as she now consciously of what this could mean, if she was far enough back in the past then. 'No, no, no, no!' she chanted in her head. She ran out of her bedroom door and out the house to go around the side where Stormfly had to be waiting. She had to be there, Her dragon was fine! but she saw her fears unfold right in front of her eyes.

People were going about their everyday lives, it was dawn. There was no Stormfly, there was no Dragon pen on the side of her house, there were no dragons merrily flying around and what was worse was.

Berk was still at war with dragons.

What the helheim was in that dart?

*Just fixing this mess of a first chapter, if you're new, the next chapter, has not be re-written and the quality... It improves I swear.*

How do you like the idea, I wanted to do this from Astrids kind of POV with her as the main character. At least its not too similar to the whole fanfic I took this off… The only thing I really took was the being older and going back in time, its not even the same character!... ok enough justifying myself and tell me what you thought!

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Cyaz