AN- ok so, i wanted to try out a ghost AU so now i am! i dont exactly have much of a plan/outline for this story, but i hate writing with outlines. i can tell you right now that i am not good at finishing stories 'cause i run out of ideas fast sooooo, im gonna need some help with this. if you have any ideas,please PM me, or leave a comment and i will either PM you back, or try and use your idea to help me finish. so yeah. here we go!

DISCLAIMER- i own not HTTYD nor ROTG, i only own my brain and my computer.

Epilogue

It was a cold December night; snow fell all around the boy who walked slowly towards the swampy pond near the edge of the property. Wind blew his brown hair all around, his dark brown cloak flowing out behind him. He wore no shoes; he saw no need for them and never would again if he succeeded.

He reached the edge of the frozen pond, the thin ice shimmering in the light of the full moon. He remembered that day as though it were but mere moments ago, even though it was exactly a year ago, to the day. He remembered the day he'd lost his sister to the freezing water, the day his whole world fell to pieces, the day his heart shriveled up and died.

...

They'd been skating on the pond, the boy and his sister. Their parents were both inside the large mansion they'd called home, their mother probably making dinner and their father stoking the fire as he did every night. It was cold, snowing and in the boy's mind, it was a perfect night. Everything had seemed fine until the girl slipped, landing on her butt on the ice. The boy turned to look at her, to make sure she was okay, and she laughed. He began to walk over slowly to help her up, when he saw the cracks.

"Don't move." He said.

"What? Why?" she questioned, then looked down, seeing the spider web of cracks beneath her small feet. Slowly getting to her feet, she began to tremble, not only from the cold.

"No sudden movements." The boy said, inching closer and closer.

The girl looked up just as the ice crackled more, her weight making it buckle slowly. "Jack, I'm scared." She said. Her eyes locked with those of her older brother and he could feel the fear she felt. At that moment he knew there was nothing he could do. He knew the ice would give and she would fall through. But he had to try to save her, even if it meant risking his own life.

"I-I know, but you're gonna be alright. You're not gonna fall in." He said in the most reassuring voice he could muster.

"But-" at that moment the ice bucked and she went down with a splash.

"Emma!" the boy cried, rushing forwards but stopping when the ice crackled under his own feet. He considered jumping in after her, but then he'd probably die too. He sunk to his knees, knowing she was gone, knowing it was all his fault. He'd brought her out skating, despite his father's warning that the ice may still be weak. He'd been so foolish as to not check the ice. And now his sister was gone forever.

...

Since that day, he had never been the same. He'd stopped making jokes and running around with the other kids in the town, they reminded him too much of his sister- especially a young boy by the name of Jamie Bennett. He rarely spoke, unless he had to, and he stayed home most of the time, holed up in his room and crying. He'd never let himself love anyone else, not the way he had loved his sister. He never let anyone else in for fear that he'd loose them too.

He stepped one foot out onto the ice slowly, hearing it rumble. He picked up a stick, curved at the end. It should do good.

"Jack!" he heard a voice call.

The boy spun around to see his mother, running out from the house, a blanket wrapped around her to fight off the cold of the night. The boy fought back tears at the sight of her. He knew this would be the last time he saw her, the last time he ever spoke to his mother would be now.

"Don't bother." He whispered. In the dead of the night, in the pure silence it seemed as though he were speaking normally.

His mother stopped running and stood, up to her knees in snow, a pained expression on her face. "Jack,"

Jack held up a hand. "I said don't!" he shouted.

His mother looked taken aback, but said nothing more. She knew somewhere deep down that there would be no persuading her son into coming back inside. The boy was extremely stubborn and hard-headed, like his father. If he wanted to do something, he would, and nothing could stop him.

"I'm the reason she's gone," Jack said, looking at his feet. They were going purple from the cold, but he really didn't care. "I'm the reason Emma's dead. It's my fault! I killed her!"

Jack's mother looked at her son, the boy she had loved with all her heart from the moment he was born. It pained her to see him like this, on the verge of insanity, depressed. "Jack, that's not true."

"Yes it is!" he shouted. "It is true! I took her skating, I didn't check the ice, I let her fall in and drown! It's all my fault!" he took a shaky breath, gripping the crooked stick in his hand tighter. "I –I don't think I can go on." He whispered.

His mother stood, looking down at her hands, not saying anything. She knew how her son felt, she had felt the same way after her only daughter's death. She knew the feeling of simply wanting to vanish, simply wanting to end it all. She knew that feeling of despair, the dark tendrils of fear and loneliness creeping up and wrapping their icy fingers around your heart. Wanting to make that feeling go away. It all made a person crazy. She had forced it away, she had been able, but Jack wasn't.

Slowly, Jack's mother nodded her head. "If it is what you wish." She whispered sadly.

Jack nodded at his mother and stepped out onto the thin ice of the pond. He made sure that he was in the exact spot where Emma had gone through exactly a year earlier. It was his fault that she'd drowned. It should have been him. Now it would be.

"Jack,"

Jack looked back at his mother; she pulled the blanket tightly around herself. It would be the last glimpse of her he ever saw. "I love you Jack." She said.

Jack choked on a sob. "I love you too mom."

And with that, Jack raised the stick and smashed it down on the ice, causing it to crack and cave in. The last thing he saw through the dark water was the full moon, high in the sky above him.

AN- ooookay! so that's the epilogue. i'm already working on the next chapter/ chapter 1, where we introduce in Hiccup and it is no longer way in the past! so yes, please comment or PM if u have any ideas or comments! thak you so much for reading my stuffs. it seems so strange having people actually read my writing after writing simply for myself for so long! hehe! ok, i'll shut up now and get back to working on other stories... or chapter 1.

PS-if you have any ideas for one-shots or other stories, pleeease PM me. i need ideas if someone's willing to leng me theirs, that would be awesome! (oh, and i'll make sure to mention it was ur idea, not mine. i feel guilty taking the credit for ideas that aren't at all mine!)

HeAtHeR- out!... for now...