I came up with this story a while ago, in fact, around the same time I became infatuated with the franchise. I had scoured this site for some semblance of the night fury Hiccup I had in mind but no such hybrid came. I had found one, but the story wasn't very good in my opinion. So, I decided to just write my own story that I've had in my head changing and developing from inspiration, from many creators on this site, for almost 3 years. This is my first story so I hope ya'll like it.

Okay, now on with the show!

Chapter One: A Cruel Illness

On the small isle of Berk disaster had struck; not the normal type of disaster, but one that didn't have the simple solution of swing your ax at it. In the chief's house was where his beloved wife, Valka, laid sick from an illness not even Gothi, their oldest and wisest healer, could find the cure to. Stoick cared for his wife the best he could those endless days, but when there was nothing left he could do, he was lost in his own mind. He couldn't lose Valka, she was his world; she was the one he could tell anything to. She knew things that not even Gobber knew, and was much better at advice to boot. But it wasn't just that, it was how she made him feel. He loved her more than anything, and vowed to protect her no matter what. A mysterious illness was the one thing he couldn't protect her from, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Stoick felt completely helpless. All he could do was watch her suffer, and it tore his heart.

It had already been a week since the horrible ailment took his wife, and they were still trying to find a cure, or something that could help her. Stoick was once again by Valka's side not caring about his cheifing duties at the moment when he heard Gobber barge through the door of his house with Gothi in tow.

"Stoick! Stoick, she's found something!" Stoick tried to ask what Gothi had found but Gobber wouldn't stop blabbing.

"Oh it's incredible, you wouldn't have even guessed-

"Gobber!" the chief shouted. "Care to share what this 'incredible' thing is?" he continued in a quiet but still impatient and frustrated tone.

"Oh ya, heh, sorry Chief."

Gothi then proceeded to draw in the dirt outside the house and Gobber read it out for Stoick.

"She says that while rummaging through her old books she had found a page describing a dragon with saliva that has healing properties. Much like the Buffalord's saliva that cured Scourge of Odin, I believe this dragon's saliva could heal your wife. Or, at the very least, help her to fight it off." Stoick was shocked to hear what he had just heard. He wouldn't lose his beloved wife; there was still a chance to save her, and he wouldn't pass it up. "What dragon is it?! Where is the beast?!" he exclaimed, now with hope in his eyes.

Gothi's face became solemn, for the dragon they seek would not be easy to find, nor will getting its saliva. Before Gobber translated, his eyes widened and his voice was one of shock and slight horror. "The dragon we will need is a Night Fury." he finally said after a moment of him staring at Gothi's writing.

Stoick, while a little taken back, did not lose hope. Instead his eyes shined with determination to find the elusive unholy offspring of lightning and death itself and save Valka before it was too late.