Cherry yawned as she sat in a stand in front of her house as it was the weekend which meant it was time for another Rummage Sale at her home and she had a box filled with old books on the table beside her.

"Hey, Cherry." Atticus greeted with a disguised Spyro by his side.

"Hey..." Cherry said with a small yawn before looking down. "Uh...?"

"It's Spyro." Atticus whispered.

"Ohh... Okay..." Cherry said. "You want some books no one will ever read in a million years?"

"Sure." Atticus shrugged.

"Let's see..." Cherry said as she looked through the book collection. "There are stuff here... We have Stuart Little... There's, uh... The Thief and the Cobbler... Or maybe a classic known as The Never-Ending Story...?"

"I'll take them all off your hands." Atticus said as he brought out $50.

Cherry took the money and looked at it to test if it was real or not and soon accepted it and handed him the box. "Pleasure doin' business with ya!" she then smirked as she leaned back in her chair, putting the money in a jar.

Atticus soon accepted the books.

"Nothing like the smell of an all day sucker..." Cherry smirked.

"I can hear you, you know..." Atticus told her.

Cherry grinned sheepishly. Spyro seemed very interested in a dragon statue.

Cherry soon rushed over and blocked the statue. "No sneezing!" she then told the young dragon.

"I was just looking..." Spyro pouted to her. "You guys have a dragon statue?" He then asked, looking from behind Cherry.

"Yeah, it's my dad's." Cherry said.

"It looks amazing... Can I see it...?" Spyro asked.

"Okay, but don't break it..." Cherry told him as she picked it up and held it out to him.

"I won't." Spyro said.

Cherry then let him hold the dragon statue and went around her yard to see if there was anyone who needed her help.

"Ugh... This dress would be cute if it wasn't in your sale, Cherry..." Cassandra complained as she picked up a black, green, white, and blue dress. "Where did you get it anyway?"

"Off some witch, I think it was your mother." Cherry smirked.

"Oh, ha, ha." Cassandra rolled her eyes.

"Cherry's dad got a dragon statue, huh?" Atticus asked Spyro. "I wonder where that came from?"

"Is Cherry's dad a wizard or a warlock?" Spyro asked back, curiously.

"Not that I know of, I thought he was a mortal," Atticus shrugged honestly. "Maybe he bought it off an auction."

Cherry seemed to fall asleep at her stand.

"Cherry?" Atticus called. "CHERRY!"

"Spaghetti Sauce!" Cherry cried out, looking more tired than usual and even had bags under her eyes.

"Whoa." Atticus said.

"Sorry..." Cherry said softly. "I didn't get much sleep last night... Anyway, what's up?"

"Do you know where your dad got this?" Atticus asked, showing the dragon statue.

"I think someone gave it to him, I'm not sure though..." Cherry said through a yawn.

"Thanks for the info." Atticus said.

Cherry yawned again.

"Jeez, Cherry, I've never seen you this sleepy before..." Atticus said. "What's up?"

Cherry gulped with anxiety "Our magical oral reports due on Monday..."

"Oh." Atticus said.

"You're scared about that?" Spyro asked.

"Cherry hates oral reports." Atticus told the dragon.

"Ohh." Spyro said.

"Why do I have to do an oral report?!" Cherry complained. "No one else has to!"

Atticus simply shrugged. Bud soon came out of the house and put out some of his own old stuff.

"Hey, Dad?!" Cherry called out.

Bud looked over and soon came between the kids.

"Dad, do you remember where you got a dragon statue?" Cherry asked. "Because Atticus was wanting to know."

"Ah... I haven't seen this in a while..." Bud said as he picked up the dragon statue.

"So?" Cherry asked.

"Well, it was a little before I married your mother..." Bud began to explain as music seemed to come from nowhere as he told the story as he memorized where he got the dragon statue. "I was walking in the wholesale flea market that day, and I passed by this stop where this old foreign lady was, she sometimes sells me exotic and ancient cultural artifacts, because, that was kind of my hobby at the time. So, I was about to walk on by, when suddenly, and without warning, it got very dark, and there was this strange language I didn't understand, and when the light came back on, I found that dragon statue just sitting there, among some foreign currency. I could've sworn it hadn't been there before, but the lady sold it to me anyway, for $1.95."

"Really?" Cherry asked.

"Um... I might've exaggerated a little..." Bud smiled sheepishly. "But yeah, that's where I got it."

"Interesting..." Cherry commented, though didn't sound too sincere.

"Why, thank you, dear." Bud smiled to his sarcastic daughter.

"It's so cool." Atticus said.

"Would you like to buy it?" Bud asked him.

"Yes, please." Atticus said.

"Hmm... How's $20?" Bud suggested.

"$20 for that old thing?" Cherry replied.

"I think that's fair." Bud smiled innocently.

"Okay." Atticus said as he brought out a twenty dollar bill.

Bud smiled as he accepted, allowing Atticus to keep the dragon statue and ran inside to tell his wife about the sale while she playfully rolled her eyes while making lemonade.

"I don't know if Dad's story is true or not, but have fun with that old thing..." Cherry said, waving her hand in front of the dragon statue's face. "I mean, it's not like it's magic or anything."

"True." Atticus said.

"I mean, look at that old thing." Cherry laughed.

Spyro stared at the dragon statue and sighed a little.

"Aw, what's wrong, kiddo?" Cherry asked the purple dragon.

"I wish there were more dragons around here..." Spyro pouted.

"Yeah, but there aren't exactly many dragons." Cherry said.

Spyro sulked as that seemed to make him feel even more sad. Atticus looked at Cherry.

"Hey, I'm just being honest." Cherry defended.

Atticus and Spyro soon went home with the stuff Atticus bought. Cherry waved them off and looked around to continue the sale until she could go back inside.

"What a curious statue..." Atticus said as he came inside his house with Spyro. He soon saw something on the side of the statue. "Hey, what's this?" he then asked while looking over.

"Ooh! What is it? What is it?!" Spyro asked before his wings broke out and he flew beside Atticus.

"It looks like some kind of writing." Atticus said.

"What's it say? What's it say?!" Spyro asked.

Atticus set everything else down and took a look at the statue's writing with the energetic dragon. "I'm not sure," he then said while taking a look. "It's in some kind of Viking writing."

"That's weird..." Spyro said.

"I'll say..." Atticus said with a weak chuckle. "I guess I'll need to speak 'Viking' now..."

"You need someone to translate Viking?" Patrick asked as he came in.

"Dad, thank goodness, maybe you can help," Atticus smiled and handed the dragon statue. "I bought this from Cherry's dad, but I don't understand what it's saying."

Patrick began to read the writing and understood what it said.

"Can you read it?" Atticus asked.

"Tell me what it says!" Spyro begged. "PLEASE!"

"It's a teleportation spell." Patrick said.

"Why is it written like that though?" Spyro asked before gasping. "Ooh! Can it send you back into the time of the vikings?"

"Yes." Patrick nodded.

"Ah, the vikings, what brave and heroic adventurers..." Atticus smiled before rolling his eyes. "Though not so smart for calling a land of ice Greenland and a land of green Iceland."

"So, then shall I recite the spell?" Patrick asked.

"Sure, Dad, go ahead." Atticus smiled.

"Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!" Spyro cheered as he looked the most excited which made them chuckle. "This is so awesome!"

Atticus and Patrick chuckled to that.

"Okay, Dad, read the spell for us, please." Atticus smiled.

Patrick started to recite the spell. Atticus and Spyro smiled. However, they didn't notice this at first, but the dragon statue's eyes seemed to glow blood red during the spell recital, and where it soon transported them. The question was just where they had ended up, but soon, that question would be answered rather soon.

Suddenly, the ones transported were suddenly brought to a very old village, wearing ancient clothing, almost like rags.

"Where are we?" Atticus wondered.

Patrick looked all around. "This reminds me of The Isle of Berk." he then told his son.

"By any chance, did dragons attack Berk?" Spyro asked.

"Heh... Well, dragons were pretty intense for people of Berk, unless they were like the vikings," Patrick replied. "Most people have mosquitoes or mice for pests, but this village has dragons."

"Why do you ask?" Atticus asked his dragon.

"Because there's one coming right this way." Spyro said as he pointed in front of them.

"Huh?" Patrick asked before looking and yelping and running.

"Dad!" Atticus called out before running after his father.

Two sheep grazed in the grass only for one to be snatched away as the dragons flew through the village.

"Why would the spell send us here?!" Spyro asked his adoptive father.

"Well, this is time of the vikings..." Atticus shrugged as they ran.

One dragon breathed fire and a boy soon ran inside his home and shut the door, both scared and excited. Atticus soon decided to hide Spyro so he wouldn't be seen. As the dragons came into town, so did many vikings.

"Keep Spyro safe... Just like at home." Patrick told his son.

"Yes, Dad." Atticus replied. He soon used a shrinking spell to shrink Spyro into his pocket.

Spyro poked his head out and looked around.

"Uh, Dad, this was great and all, but, uh, what're we gonna do here?" Atticus asked.

"I'm not sure, but there must be a reason." Patrick said.

"So, we can't go back home?" Atticus asked.

"Not yet anyway," Patrick replied. "Sorry, kiddo."

They soon saw the boy from before running out.

"Whoa, I wonder where the fire is?" Patrick commented before chuckling to himself.

"He must want to be in fighting the dragons." Atticus said.

"Not a good idea..." Patrick muttered slightly.

"Get inside!" One viking told the boy.

"What are you doin' out?" Another viking added.

"Get back inside!" A woman told him.

The boy didn't seem to listen to them though.

"Hiccup?!" A big and strong male viking snapped as he saw the boy and came to him. "What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" He then threw out a wooden cart to a dragon which sent it flying in the air.

"What should we do, Dad?" Atticus whispered to his father.

"Do not make eye contact..." Patrick warned as he felt nervous.

"What have we got?" The strong viking asked.

"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks," Another male viking told him. "Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

"Any Night Furies?"

"None so far."

"Good."

"There are so many dragons." Spyro smiled as he looked out to see any more dragons.

"Hoist the torches!" A viking proclaimed.

Two enormous torches are raised and lit. The dragons swarm around them. Spyro then had the sudden urge to join them and soon did.

"Spyro! No!" Atticus panicked and chased after Spyro. "Come back!"

"Atticus!" Patrick panicked. "Oh, man..."

The boy from earlier was soon wandering himself before running into a blacksmith.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party!" The blacksmith greeted. "I thought you'd been carried off!"

"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste," The boy replied before gesturing to his skinny body. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" The blacksmith smirked.

Spyro was noticed by the boy as he saw him fly by as Atticus continued chasing after him.

"Spyro, get down!" Atticus called out, then suddenly stopped in front of the boy. "Uh, hello there."

"What kind of dragon was that?" The boy asked.

"A purple dragon?" Atticus smiled sheepishly.

"Never saw one before," The boy said. "I can't wait to kill it."

"No!" Atticus yelped as he soon ran off to go and get Spyro. "Oh, uh, I mean, no, no, I'll get him..."

"Weird kid..." The boy commented.

"Spyro, stop!" Atticus frowned as he soon caught up to Spryo and stopped him in flight.

"Huh? Oh, sorry." Spyro said, now coming down.

"That was close..." Atticus sighed before scolding. "What were you thinking, running off like that?"

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stand by watching dragons get hurt." Spyro frowned.

"Yeah... That has to be hard on you to see..." Atticus had to admit.

There were soon other teenagers coming out.

"We better find some shelter and fast, but where?" Atticus suggested.

"Good question." Spyro said.

Atticus soon took Spyro, hiding him as Patrick waited for them.

"This your boy?" The strong viking asked.

"Yes, and you should be careful around him," Patrick warned. "My Atticus is pretty strong and tough for his size and age."

"It's true." Atticus said.

"Maybe you'd like to take me on." The viking jokingly suggested.

"Okay." Atticus smiled.

"Oh, kid, I was just kidding, I don't want you to get hurt." The viking then warned, though he didn't know what he would be in for.

"Oh, trust me, I can handle anything." Atticus said.

"I'm sure you can, sonny boy, I'm sure you can..." The viking chuckled, patting him on the head like he was a cute and harmless kid. "Maybe you could play with my son sometime."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Patrick said.

"So, uh, mind if we stay with you?" Atticus asked, making up a story the best he could. "We've been traveling for so long..."

"Well, if you don't have a place to stay, that's fine with me." The viking told him, playfully punching his arm.

"Great." Atticus smiled as that didn't hurt.

"Wow, you are a bit strong, that always makes Hiccup flinch." The viking chuckled to Atticus.

"Hiccup?" Atticus asked.

"Bestowing your child with a a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls." The viking advised, sounding dark and serious.

"Um, nice." Atticus said.

"Yeah, but Hiccup?" Patrick muttered. "Dare I ask what your name is?"

"They call me Stoick: The Vast," The viking introduced himself. "I am also Chief of this tribe."

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." Patrick said.

"Yes." Atticus agreed.

"And who do they call you?" Stoick asked the two strangers.

"I'm Patrick, and this is my son, Atticus," Patrick introduced. "We're called the strong men from where we're from."

"Strong, huh?" Stoick chuckled. "Always happy to have others come along to fight some dragons."

Spyro gulped a little nervously at the mention of fighting against dragons. Atticus looked at Spyro, smiling out of assurance that he wouldn't let any dragons get hurt or killed.

"Come with me." Stoick told Patrick before going with him.

"Uh, I'll see ya later, Atticus!" Patrick called out to his son as he was suddenly pulled away.

"Hm..." Atticus hummed before seeing the boy with other young vikings around his age and decided to go and see them.

Spyro gulped before calming down.

"Alright, let's go!" A girl told the others.

"Hiccup, do you have a brother?" One boy asked.

Hiccup soon looked and saw Atticus.

"Hey..." Atticus smiled.

"It's you again..." Hiccup said. "Where did you come from anyway?"

"Let's just say I'm from far, far away, let me help you guys." Atticus replied.

"We can handle this." Another boy said.

"I can help you though." Atticus insisted.

"Help us by going away!" The other boy glared slightly.

"Okay, okay." Atticus said.

Hiccup frowned to the other boy.

"He can help if he wants..." The girl told the stubborn boy.

"But Astrid-?!" The stubborn boy complained.

"I say he should and that's final." The girl told him firmly.

"Aw... Fine!" The boy complained, sounding younger than he actually was.

"Um, sorry about that, he can be a bit stubborn sometimes." The girl said to Atticus.

"I can already tell." Atticus said.

"Jerk!" Another blonde girl shoved the boy.

"Oh, takes one to know one!" The boy retorted, shoving her back.

Astrid just sighed and shook her head at the twins.

"Let me guess, they usually get into fights with each other?" Atticus guessed.

"I don't think you need to be a brainiac to figure that out." Astrid smirked and crossed her arms.

"Okay, so we have Astrid... Hiccup... Um..." Atticus began.

"Ruffnut and Tuffnut." Astrid told Atticus about the twins.

Atticus soon saw a third boy looking rather smug.

"And also here, we have Snotlout and Fishlegs." Astrid then told Atticus about their friends.

"Uh... How old are you...?" Atticus asked Fishlegs at first as he seemed older due to how big he was compared to the others.

"Fourteen." The big boy replied.

Atticus soon heard something flying by.

"FIRE!" A viking yelled out.

"Alright, let's go!" Astrid declared before looking back. "Atticus, I know you're new here, but we're gonna need all the help we can get."

"Okay, I'll do everything that I can to help." Atticus said.

And with that, Atticus joined the Viking teens into what they had to do with the dragons while Spyro hid away. Hiccup wanted to go with them, but he was asked to stay inside, and where he knew exactly which dragons would give him what respect by killing any of them.