A/N: Salutations all, NoOne here with another story idea. I have quite a few ideas running around in my head at the moment and I have new plans for my other stories which I will reveal at a later date. I believe to be over the main part of my grief for the moment and this seemed like a good idea. I will be attempting to keep up multiple stories so any and all updates will be sporadic. Thank you all for being patient and I will hopefully be active once again. Here we go.

EDIT: I have decided to change most of what this story is composed of. I also decided to change the point of view from first to third person, so that is a thing I'm trying out. Tell me how it turns out. Those of you who read it before I made this change will have major spoilers and for that, I am sorry. For the rest, I hope you enjoy.

AVAVAVAVA

The flaming blade came down in a horrific arc causing the victim to be blinded before death. This was not the first man felled by this weapon that night, not even close. In fact, there was a trail of bodies lying behind the man wielding the sword that seemed to split the army in half.

The man, more of a boy really, who stepped in front of the figure seemed almost hesitant to do so, the look of terror on his face belaying his overwhelming want to turn and run away from the devil spawn in front of him. The only thing keeping him from doing just that was the mass of soldiers behind him pushing him forward. He didn't even have time to raise his oversized sword before he too fell.

A blue explosion deafens those around the figure, disorienting them and giving the man enough time to slay the last of those surrounding him. With one final cleave, he steps over the body of the last soldier that was in his way and casually walks to the line of tents that had previously been protected by the army. He needn't fear for his life, as the people he left behind were too occupied with the men who had filled the gap he had made.

He sent a silent thanks to the sky as he hopped over another line of charred bodies of what used to be the archers of his enemies. As he marches to the dark line of tents in front of him, he examines the land as it stood now. The last time he had seen the plains, it had been illuminated by the rays of the sun, emitting a peaceful feeling to all who gazed upon it. Now, illuminated by the blue fire and blinding moonlight, it looked sinister. The ground around the disjoined mass of soldiers and bodies is shining red, the ground bathed in it.

He honestly didn't know what either side was fighting for, nor did he care. The bloodshed meant little to him. The massacre behind him would haunt him for the rest of his life sure, but it wasn't the first time he had seen sights similar and at this point he was mostly desensitized to the horrors. Once he had what he came for, he would leave, never to know the outcome.

His objective was some poor fat bastard, General Bolates, a man that hadn't been in actual combat for years and was well past his prime. He was well hated by his men and was known as a cruel man by all, none understood that better than the lanky figure crossing the battlefield. He was at the first row of tents before the two archers standing guard beside the man took notice of him and began firing at him. Without pause, he pulled the longbow off of his and dispatched the men in less time than they had to fire arrows of his own.

The general realized the danger he was in and turned tail and ran. A grim smile came over the freckled face of the man, he loved a chase. He set off in a sprint, gaining quickly on the overweight man. It took seconds for him to overtake the man tackling and pinning him to the ground, turning him over so the man could gaze into the face of his soon to be killer.

The assassin leaning above him was something of nightmares. The previously white hood stained deep red cast his face completely in shadow, with the exception of two green orbs burning with absolute hatred. The rest of his outfit was covered in a combination of gore and soot, making any colors other than red indistinguishable. A sight like that would be enough to make any normal man piss himself. Too bad Bolates was a notorious coward, making a horrid smell rise into the air around the pair.

If the assassin was terror inducing, the bastard on the ground was his opposite. His chubby cheeks gave more of a cuddly vibe than that of a hardened veteran. His face was flushed red but his rudolph-esk nose gave away his years of heavy drinking. His dull brown eyes widened in fear.

There was a silent staring contest for two minutes before the general gathered enough courage to speak. His voice shook erratically and it was a couple octaves higher than it was the last time they had met. "Wh-wh-why are yo-you doing this." The assassin took a few moments to answer carefully crafting his response. When he did, he only spoke one word, a word that scared poor old Bolates more than any threat could. A memory surfaced, a memory of a young man with blazing emerald eyes atop a slick black dragon. He now realized who the man who stood above him was, and he now wished for a painless death, because he knew that he wasn't getting out of this alive.

Another staring contest occurred before the man above him spoke, his voice confident and powerful. "General Bolates, your time has come. I ask you now, before I kill you, if you have any words that you would like be let known." He gave the general a few seconds before he plunged the blade strapped to his wrist into his neck. He let out a strange whistle and that same black dragon swooped out of the sky and picked the man off of the ground, tossing the assassin onto his back.

As the general drowned in his own blood, Hiccup smiled.

AVAVAVAVA

A/N: Like previously stated, this was changed from it's original path, drastically. Yes there are elements from assassin's creed in here, obviously. Before I get some shit though, I will say that the fic that I did get that general idea from is fantastic you should check it out. The fic is called Nothing is True, Everything is permitted, please check it out. I like this direction much better and it came to me as I reread what I posted yesterday. For all of those who were excited for the direction that it was originally going in, sorry to disappoint. Let me know what you think tho. See you next time, NoOne.