Hello all it's Chocobo Scribe agian! I know you're all expecting the Toothless sibling one shots, don;t worry they're still coming, it's just...taking more time than I thought and I just moved back into the dorms at school...and the plot bunnies attacked me rather vicously...I read some other fanfics, watched a HTTYD Until the Day I Die MV on youtube then things kinda snowballed.

Summary:

It is the year 2073, forty years have gone by since the end of WWIII, also known as "Raganorak". Nuclear and chemical warfare have mutated most of Earth's animals into man eating monsters and the undead swarmed the land driving most of humanity into the mountains. The only thing that stand between humankind and extinction are the Dragon Riders.

Anyway...please R&R...OR TOOTHLESS WILL GRRRR!

Standard disclaimers apply.

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Prologue: Losing Everything

Small fires covered the island of Berk. Several Dragons flew over the town.

But they were not attacking, they were defending Berk. Several ships from another tribe surrounded the island some with war machines mounted on them flinging boulders at the town. Such machines were also being manned at irregular intervals on Berk also raining down boulders on the ships.

And the Dragons and their Riders attacked from above. Arrows, fire, and boulders rained down on the enemy ships sending them to the bottom of the bay. They will not burn Berk to the ground. They will not.

The Dragons and their Riders take out the war machines one by one sending the enemy ships down to the bottom of the ocean. A loud ear piercing shriek filled the night air, an indigo explosion, and a jet black Dragon and his Rider swooped upwards to the sky. This Dragon, a Night Fury was easily distinguished from his brethren. Instead of both tailfins jet black, one of them was bright red with a white skull painted on it. The Night Fury swooped around over the ships and the town. The fight was going badly. They would have to help.

Just as the Night Fury began to dive down something knocked both Dragon and Rider out of the air and down to earth.

Swords clash, Vikings shout, Dragons roar, fires burn, and the stench of smoke and fire fills the air. The fight goes long and hard. But just as daylight breaks, the enemy flees. Berk has won! They have driven off the enemy!

Cheers of both Humans and Dragons fill the air as the invaders try to swim home.

An anguished roar filled the air. It is the roar of a Night Fury.

Recovered from old documents found in Berk in 1945.

That memory is still burned into me. I am forever haunted by it. The day I lost everything. The whole world may have as well ended right then and there, the day I lost my Hiccup. I couldn't even follow him into the void that consumed him. I had to my horror, found that after killing nearly all the invaders starting with the wretch who killed my Rider, I had been "granted" immortality. "Awarded" with the "honor" of fighting in the Ragnarok.

Cursed was the word I chose. How could ten years of our bond end so cruely?

There was no comfort for me. Only Hiccup could do that. His and Astrid's hatchlings tried, and I gave them credit but nothing they tried worked…Years passed…I watched the world and the people change. Many offered to become my Rider. I refused them all. I had failed to protect my Rider, I had no right to accept another.

Besides…if I bonded with another Human, it would be only a matter of time before the same heartbreak happened again.

The men from the continent came. Arrogant bastards thinking they possessed the truth, how did they know? Nearly everything of the Vikings was lost even their stories, bed time stories, everything. Just because it was different. What was so frightening of the unknown? I had heard of how several years ago some Vikings sailed across the sea just to find out what was on the other side. But these Humans feared anything new and different. That was strange…

The Celts tried to help the Vikings, but to no avail the Normans were too strong. After their invasion, only a handful was left. And during the tumult, I was separated from the people of Berk.

I moved from place to place, new caretaker to new caretaker. Mostly on the continent. I remember some almost happy years with a young warlock, dark haired, blue eyes. He was also bonded to another Dragon, but that one was far away from the country. I could have said a few things about the king but it wasn't worth it…I'll just say that his son was much more satisfactory.

As time went on, the Riders continued to protect the peace of the world. But, there were those who still delighted in killing Dragons just because we were Dragons. They called themselves "Dragon Slayers" but "Man Slayers" suited them better, they had more Human victims than Dragon victims. And their Dragons, gone insane from the grief of losing their Rider, on the Continent, Dragons became nothing more than blood thirsty monsters in Human's eyes.

Most Dragons fled to the East where they were revered as gods. There, they still kept the peace.

I stayed where I was, I couldn't fly; I had no wish to. I wasn't alone, there were other Dragons and their Riders who stayed in the West. Despite the danger and that man who was greatly celebrated for his Dragon Slaying feats. He was called a "Saint" but killing a Bonded Dragon is just as terrible as killing a fellow Human.

Of my many caretakers over the long lonely centuries, the one I remembered most was an inventor in Italy. Unlike most people in the West, he found me and other Dragons fascinating. He even modeled one of his never to be tested inventions after my wings. And it was thanks to him that Dragons regained the respect they once had in the West. Allowing the Riders to once more protect the land.

Years passed, and I saw the things Humanity was capable of. The monstrous things that nearly destroyed the world. Two terrible wars that almost covered the entire world. I lost many friends who were serving in England's Royal Air Force. But others were welcomed home as heroes with their Riders. Only one flight squad from America came through without losing a single pilot, Rider, or Dragon.

Over a thousand years passed since my Hiccup died-and the pain was still there…

November 2, 2020; Dublin, Ireland

"Come on turn off the telly and get in the dining room for dinner."

"Coming Mum!" A wiry black haired boy said turning off the television. He had been watching some old episodes of a series called Merlin and it had been a rather good episode too. I lifted my head off the floor snorting slightly. It was my first day in Dublin, Ireland with the O'Hara family.

"Hey Mum, couldn't Shadow eat with us?" the boy asked, "I mean, it's his first day here and all…"

Mrs. O'Hara thought about it for a while, "Oh alright Samus." She said, "We'll eat in the living room, but just today. Your Dad did go to the trouble of adopting him after all…" They had named me "Shadow" the name that Hiccup had given me had been lost and I couldn't exactly tell them since Human's can't understand Dragon.

"Can we watch the Merlin marathon too? Shadow likes that show!" Seamus asked excitedly. He was right, I did like that show, the lead looked exactly like the young warlock who took care of me in that era-he had been the last person to know my name 'Toothless".

"Just this once." Mrs. O'Hara said, "Your dad's going to be late from work again anyway…He had another Elemental Control lecture to give. He's really popular with his students."

Dr. Alvin O'Hara had found me at a Dragon Shelter in South England and brought me home with him. He said that his son Seamus had always wanted a Dragon. I almost had fun on Seamus' birthday last night, that look of happiness on his face when he saw me; it almost came close to warming my heart.

("How did you know I wanted a Night Fury? I'll name you Shadow! We'll be best friends forever!")

Dr. O'Hara was a professor at the University of Dublin he taught a magic class. Eight years ago on the date that everyone thought the world would end Magic was discovered or, re-discovered actually. There was some disaster that nearly killed off all wielders of magic in the 13th century and the trait for being magic capable had always been recessive to begin with. Some magic crystals had been unearthed and now they were easily available and schools all over the world now held magic classes.

Seamus dashed into the living room carrying a plate of meat, potatoes, and glazed carrots in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. He sat down on the floor leaning back against my side set his plate down on his lap and turned the television back on to the Merlin marathon.

(I normally don't let anyone near me, but for children I'll make an exception.)

"Oh! That was a good episode!" Mrs. O'Hara said, "This is the one where Arthur learns Merlin is a wizard right?"

I remembered that actually happening. Though I was sure there had been a girl there, strange, I had seen her the day after that episode first aired. I was sure she was same girl, same scent. Merlin…he was another I missed almost as badly as Hiccup.

We watched a few episodes until Mrs. O'Hara said it time for Seamus to get to bed. Once he was asleep, Dr. O'Hara came home looking exhausted near eleven P.M.

He and Mrs. O'Hara exchanged their greetings before they too retired to bed.

That was one of the last days of peace this world had.

After that day, Dr. O'Hara changed. He would spend days in his lab only coming out for brief breaks never telling anyone what he was doing. I began to have that bad feeling. Something terrible was about o happen but what? Every time before he went into his lab Dr. O'Hara would look at me the say: "Everything will be alright for you again, just hold on a little longer."

On November 15, 2020…the undead swarmed the streets of Dublin.

Panic engulfed the entire world. No one knew how or why the undead had come. Fear led to fights, fights led to deaths, until the entire world was at war once more. While the Humans were fighting each other, the undead numbers grew each day. And Earth's animals also suffered due to the Humans weapons. Nuclear and chemical, who could've thought up such terrible things, even though they knew what havoc they would wreck on the world? The animals soon began to mutate into hideous man eating beasts and caused as much panic as the undead.

Years passed, and the world died a little more every passing day.

Eventually, I was back among the people of Berk-their descendents at least. They had established a new town in British Columbia after "Old Berk" was attacked. It was in shambles, complete ruins. "New Berk" was situated in the Canadian Rockies. It used to be something called a ski resort. The warmer weather was a pleasant change, but the knowledge that the place I called home was all but destroyed…it just added to the very long list of pains that had been building up over the past millennia.

My new home was the Haroldson Family Night Fury Ranch. They bred Night Furies. Bill was the owner of the ranch. He lived with his wife, Mary and two sons, Edmund and Taylor. While Edmund and Taylor were small, I almost never let them out of my sight. They didn't know this, but I did as soon as I smelled them.

They carried Hiccup's blood in them.

I was going to keep my promise to Hiccup. I would protect his descendents and the people of Berk-no matter what.

This took me a very long time to type up becasue I kept crying in the middle of it. I kept deatils vaugue delibritly, becasue we'll be seeing those later on, I won't say when though.

*Sniffle* as for those wondering why I killed Hiccup off, it is part of the tension of the story and the atmosphere for the meeting between Toothless and one of my OCs.

Still...*blows nose* this was tough to write...

Oh and for the subtle bash on St. George...I just figured that a Dragon wouldn't consider him a "Saint".

And how many of you guessed who the Itallian inventor was?

See you in Chapter one!

Chocobo Scribe