Prologue

Full Summary: It has been two years since the demise of the Dragon Queen, and Berk is living peacefully with the dragons. However, it is not to last. When a dangerous enemy from Hiccup's past threatens everything he cares about, Hiccup is determined to keep his friends and family safe, and fight this himself. But, the riders aren't just going to sit back and let that happen. With the dragons and the tribes of the Archipelago at stake, the riders must unlock the secrets of Hiccup's mysterious past to win this war.

But, Hiccup will not allow this, he will make sure they stay out of this war. Even if it means losing the people he loves.

(I don't own anything but the plot and OC's)

The wind howled as the small particles of frozen water fell, being swept into the current of the air. It was a small snowstorm that seemed to grow worse every hour. The oceans were blistering cold and ice was already started to form on the sides of the ships that had anchored.

A fleet of heavily armed ships, with huge metal spikes and parchment sails had docked in a large area under a mountain; with thick ice walls surrounding them as cover from the storm. The ships crowded around a huge mass of bubbling water, cold bubbles bursting like a volcanic hot spring. Dragons chained and dressed metal armour, were confined to the deck of the ships, trying to get close to each other in an effort to find some sort of warmth from the storm. Men hunched in thick furs and holding spears patrolled the decks, while their mates rested in their quarters.

Cold bitter air brought in the snow, like ash in the skies. The storm was growing and showed no signs of mercy tonight. One man, with a bold, huge, muscular figure, dressed in a cloak of black dragon scales, a leather belt with a gold sun design, black fur boots and gripping a staff with a sharp hook on the end. He kept a hard gaze on the mass of bubbles, deep in thought. His face was decorated with vicious dragon claw scars, hard and dark, green eyes and a shroud of black dreadlocks framed his head. He detached his metal arm from his left shoulder, revealing a marred stump from where his left arm should've been.

Scratching the skin on his stump, from the salt the wind carried, his mind thought back to the letter he received not too long ago. The letter had been given to him by a messenger from the South, stating a meeting was to take place in a few weeks to discuss an issue that was growing. Said issue was the deaths of some of their fellow dragon hunters, auctioneers and warlords. Just last week they got word of the murder of Alvin the Treacherous. He wasn't officially part of their combined army, but he would've been useful for a few extra ships and supplies.

Someone had been going around and killing parts of their team. One-by-one. An assassin had been spilling the blood of warlords and dragon trappers, spilling their blood in an ill temper. No one knew who he, or she, was.

An explosion and the surprised screams of his men snapped his attention from his thoughts to sight that was happening behind him. Fire was eating its way thought the wooden decks of the ship and the sails. Smoke lifted through the wind the wind of the snowstorm, explosions from more ships. The fleet was slowly being chewed away by the fire. But what caused the fire, made the man growl dangerously.

Dragons

Lots of them

They filled the space of the area their fleet was hidden in, and they flew straight; the wind of the storm not faltering their flight.

Hastily strapping his metal back to what was left of his shoulder, the man growled as he witnessed the dragons begin to breathe fire onto the ships. Men took up weapons and shields, while some went to aim and fir giant crossbows; in hopes to trap the dragons.

The decks of the ships were set alight in oily fire that spread wildly. The sails were ripped and burning, soldiers screamed in pain and fear as the dragons continued to attack. The huge man walked down to the deck of his ship, his scale cloak wafting in the wind as the storm strengthened. He gripped his staff tightly as his anger flared.

Releasing a low snarl he roared at the nearest armoured dragon, ordering it to attack. But it didn't. The dragon whined, bowing its head and shuffled back. The man growled at the dragon in rage, and raised his staff, intending to strike it for its disobedience. The blow was about to land when a voice interrupted him.

"The dragons longer obey you, Drago"

The man, Drago, turned to find someone standing behind him.

The person was a man, while his figure wasn't really intimidating, he radiated confidence, anger and power. He stood at 6 foot 1, wore a mask that covered his whole face; except his eyes. A blood red cape with golden embroidery at the hem and a thick, brown, fur collar, flowed with the wind from the man's shoulders. He wore a basic green tunic and leather pants with black leather armour, consisting of belt straps and buckles, covering his chest and shoulders, and brown leather padding on his stomach and down the sides of his legs. Drago could see that his hair was shaggy and unkempt, and tied in a short loose braid. In the man's hand was a pointed silver cane with a golden dragon head for a handle.

Drago readied his bull hook staff in defence. "Who are you?"

The man gave no reply.

"Who are you?!" Drago repeated angrily, as the chaos of burning ships continued around him. "You're the assassin, aren't you? You've been killing those men associated with him. And now, you have come for me."

The man again gave no reply. But, pulled his cane forward and split it down the middle, breaking it in half vertically. Now the man held two thin, sharp, metal swords with half of the dragon head as a handle each. Drago was intrigued. This person had disguised his weapons as a tool for helping the injured or weak walk. Whoever this person was, he was not to be underestimated.

Drago shouted as he swung his staff for the attack. The man easily blocked it and pushed Drago back a few steps. This continued; Drago wildly, but strategically, swung blows at the assassin, in attempts to maim or kill him, while the assassin blocked or dodged the attacks by bending backwards, or jumping over Drago to try and stab him from behind. Drago was getting tired, his rage was burning out and the smoke from the burning ships stung his eyes. The assassin noticed, and immediately took advantage. He pushed Drago back once more, stepping back a few steps, holding his two swords at his side. He raised them slightly, and pressed a button concealed as a dragon's eye on the handle of the sword.

The swords were instantly coated in flames.

Drago's eyes widened in surprise; feeling fear creep up his spine for the first time in many years. The assassin advanced on him, swinging his blades at his staff, creating sparks as the blades made contact. Drago tried to block the blows, but found he was getting weaker by the second. He was shocked when one of the assassin's swings swiped off his dragon skin cloak, and the next slicing the straps that held his prosthetic arm in place. Drago watched as the metal arm fell onto the now burning deck of the ship they stood on. Using this distraction, the assassin swiped Drago's staff, cutting it in half then proceeded to place a blow at his legs.

The assassin stood, looming over Drago as said man clutched at his right leg, trying to compress the deep cut the thin blade created. Drago's hands, which were soaked in his own blood, grabbed his fallen cloak and tied it around his bleeding leg.

"Who are you?" Drago asked once again, panting in grimace.

The man standing in front of him slowly moved his hands up to his helmet and gently lifted it from his head. The face before Drago wasn't one he had expected. The face had a sharp and angled jaw, with light beard stubble, auburn hair that fell over forest green eyes that seemed to cage dancing fire and pale skin was littered with faint freckles, like a sky full of stars. This wasn't the face of a man, but the face of a boy.

Finally, the boy spoke:

"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third"

Drago stared at the boy in front of him for a few seconds before chuckling darkly.

"Stoick's little runt, huh? A lot of us thought you were dead."

"Nah, I'm too stubborn to die." Hiccup replied with a small smile on his lips. "Besides, I can't go to Valhalla just yet. I still gotta take care of you guys."

Drago's smile disappeared and turned serious "Do you really think you can stop us? Stop him?!"

"As a matter of fact, I do think that. And I will stop him."

"And how exactly do you plan to do that? 'Him' losing a few allies won't be enough to stop him."

"I know. That's why I'm using you to send a message. A message saying that, while he is growing stronger, so am I." Hiccup stated.

"If you think I will pass that message on to him personally, you are mistaken."

Hiccup coldly smirked. "Oh no. You don't have to go anywhere. I'm sure you being cold and dead will be enough for him to get and understand."

Drago lifted himself to his feet, ignoring the flaring pain from his leg. "Ah, but you see Hiccup, you seem to forget," he begins as he bends down to pick up one of the halves of the broken bull hook staff and faces Hiccup.

"I CONTROL THE DRAGONS!"

Drago sharply turned to the bubbling mass in the ocean, swinging the half of his staff in the air, yelling out loudly and wildly. Emerging from the bubbles was a dark and very large, spiky dragon with two big horns protruding from the sides of its head and huge multiple wings. The front side of its body is covered with burr-like spikes; large thick frills protruded from the back of its head to form a mane-like frill. It had big, bright, turquoise eyes that were rimmed with red, giving it an evil, yet tired look.

Drago smirked as he gazed upon this creature. This Bewilderbeast. "You see Hiccup; you can't defeat us. You never will. We are too powerful. Now," His look turned mad and sinister. "Finish h-" Drago sharply cut himself off as he turned to where he last saw Hiccup standing, only to find he wasn't there anymore.

"You know, it seems you're actually the forgetful one today, Drago!" a voice called out.

Looking up, Drago found Hiccup on the back of a black dragon that could only be identified as a Night Fury. They were hovering next to the large dragons head with the dragons that had attacked earlier, and his enslaved dragons behind them.

"Don't you remember what I said earlier?" Hiccup exclaimed. "'The dragons no longer obey you!'"

Drago stood frozen as all the dragons hovering in the air glared down on him, even the Bewilderbeast was.

"Oh, and before I forget. I really appreciate your assistance in delivering this message"

Hiccup shifted his head to the giant dragon. Raised his hand to his neck and quickly making a swiping motion in front of it. The Bewilderbeast understood the silent order and faced Drago; opening up its huge mouth, revealing a large row of big, sharp, teeth.

While Drago could only stand and watch as a huge blast shot from the dragons throat and encased him and his entire burning fleet in giant spikes of ice.

A/N (Please Read! Important (maybe) info!)

Hello Readers,

I hope you enjoyed this prologue of the sequel of 'Goodbye' (I'm actually quite proud of it)

I thought i might start the story off by telling everyone that the 'Man' isn't Drago; just to make that clear.

And to answer another question i get asked frequently, is that, Valka will be in the story. (I guess that's evident since Drago was somewhat involved in this).

Anyhow, I have my HSC exams coming up and two weeks of holidays before that; so i will try to do some pre-written chapters during the holidays, and get them out during times of my exams to keep you guys happy.

So, hope you enjoyed this chapter,

Please review

Till Next Time =D