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The snow crunched beneath my feet as I dismounted off of Toothless and landed on the compact ice. Beside me, Jack floated down - ever graceful, his bare feet made no sound as they met the frosted ground. I tried not to be jealous, but, of course, I was.

"Nice view," he commented, taking a long look around us. "Good thing you're not afraid of heights."

I shrugged. We were really high, surrounded by nothing but frosty air, snow, and other ice-capped mountains. Mount Chiridion was so tall that it made the other mountains around us look like hills. The view was more than nice, it was breathtaking. From way up here, I felt like a god. As if I owned the world and was watching it from my castle. I knew that if I just reached my hand up, I could touch the clouds.

But my lungs quickly reminded me of my mortality; I coughed harshly as I took in a huge breath of the light air. It was less dense since we were so high up from sea level; it was weaker and not enough oxygen was getting into my lungs. I knew we had to do this fast - if I was struggling already, I shuddered to think about Toothless. I glanced at him and he seemed alright; he was glaring at Jack who was reading the list again, oblivious to the dragon staring hard at him.

I was walking over to them when a sudden, chilly blast of wind hit me. I shivered through my fur skin coats, wiping clumps of snow from my face. I bet that if I could see myself, I was probably as blue as Jack's hoodie.

Jack smiled at me apologetically. "We'll be getting out of here soon. We just need to grab King Glacier's stone and we can leave."

I rolled my eyes, because he made it seem so easy. But then I thought of the people who lived here on this cursed land. How unhappy they looked, how unhappy I had been living on Berk with similar weather and I dreaded the thought of them having to go another day like this. "Jack? We're going to help those people, right? We are going to break the curse?" I pleaded, though I had no idea what we were going to do to help, I knew that we had to.

To my relief, Jack nodded. "We're going to get the stone as far away from here as possible. That's the only way to stop the perpetual winter other than outright bashing it against a rock."

"Then let's go." I gave Toothless the signal to stay put before I marched towards the icy trail, absolutely determined to find the stone as quickly as possible before Toothless and I were just a couple of motionless blocks of ice.

But I wasn't prepared for what happened next; I barely made it a few feet when a sudden earthquake shook the ground. It was violent; the frozen floor beneath me shook so hard that I thought I'd fall through the ice, down to the earth's molten core or slip off the mountain to my death.

The world shook and I shook with it. I couldn't stop my trembling. I tried to turn around to warn Jack and Toothless. Get them to leave without me, to save themselves, but I couldn't move my feet. I was stuck to the shaky ground.

And then as I closed my eyes, waiting for the most unpleasant of deaths to lay claim to my life, a miracle happened - the ground stopped its frantic shivering and everything was still.

I paused, not quite sure what to do or how to respond to this bizarre occurrence. In my respite, something or rather someone - I have no clue, it was all so hazy - took the opportunity to speak. "Don't let him get the stone...you are the world's last hope from the unending darkness…"

The voice was loud and booming. My heartbeat stuttered in my chest and I held my breath, was it Odin? Was he trying to tell me something? Had I finally gone crazy? I was really overdue for that fate.

But the voice repeated itself and with every word, the ground began to shake again. My head was starting to spin and my stomach felt hollow. "Do not help Jack Frost...or all is lost," it bellowed, while the ground thundered beneath my feet.

I tried to understand. Why couldn't I help Jack? He was my friend - my only friend. And he was the only person who found me useful. Who did this disembodied voice think he was?

"I can't lose Jack!" I yelled back, cold wind whipped through my hair and glacial flurries stuck to my face - the weather was getting harsher. My lungs weren't going to hold up for long, I knew that. The air that I dragged in was rough and with every breath I could taste the bitter, metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

It was suddenly impossible to breathe. You are the world's last hope, my mind echoed. What about Jack? I mentally pleaded for an answer, hoping the voice would respond or possibly give me a sign. It was hard to talk now, and delusion or not, I still needed to know. What happens to him?

But I never got my answer. There was a short silence and then everything faded to black...

When I was younger, I thought it was incredibly silly when grownups would give me the 'you'll understand when you're older' rap. Because being able to comprehend something doesn't really have much to do with age but more so brain development. And I was, what I would imagine, a smart child.

I always thought it was a cop out for adults to tell us that we were too young to understand things. I understood more than most grown ups in the village. And by the time I was four, I was already reading scrolls on science and math topics suited for people way older than me. For a long time, I figured it was just an adult thing to keep secrets from the younger ones.

But when Mom died, and Dad gave me the same spiel, I found myself actually okay with not knowing the secrets of life that the adults knew. Because with such knowledge was also a great burden. You gave up your freedom to be ignorant the second you learned something. And I didn't want to understand death. It was the one thing I refused to try to decipher. I didn't mind being left out of the loop on that one, the adults could carry the weight of existence and their knowledge of fleeting time. I was perfectly content with my world being as big or as small as I wanted it to be.

But I was no longer a child and I could no longer control the size of my world. Especially not now when it was turned upside down on its axis and I had no way of setting it right.

I arrived at full consciousness to the familiar furniture and walls of the lodge back at Berk. The bleakness threatened to overwhelm me again and unable to find the strength to stop it, I let it pull me under.

When I woke up once more, Dad was there. He was sitting in a chair across from the bed where I lay. His face held nothing but strong disappointment as he watched me, with his arms folded. I have no idea what I must have looked like, but I don't think it was a pleasant picture.

It was one of those moments that I wished I could just teleport somewhere else.

I don't know what possessed me to speak exactly. I mean, I knew my efforts would be futile. He wouldn't want to hear me, no matter what I had to say. But the silence was becoming deafening.

"Dad, I'm so so-"

"You brought him here."

"What?" I blinked in confusion.

"The spirit of ice and snow. The beginning of the end. You brought him here." His voice was deceptively calm

"Dad, what are you talki-"

"Jokul Frosti! You've done it now, Hiccup. You've put us all in danger," he said, eyes blazing with renewed anger. "I told you not to read those scrolls! You would get ideas."

I shook my head. This had to be a nightmare. Just one long, horrific nightmare that I could wake up from at anytime. I just needed to wake up. "I don't understand," I croaked. My lungs ached and my body felt cold and limp. Was I dead? Was I stuck in a bad dream? Was this my punishment for not following the beaten path?

Dad stretched his arm out and I flinched, afraid his touch would burn, but all he did was press the pads of his warm fingers across the chilled flesh of my neck, and I realized that something else was off. I couldn't place it at first, but then it hit me - the locket was missing. My mother's locket that I had around my neck. He wouldn't.

My shock must have been written all over my face because Dad answered my unspoken questions. "He took it."

"No, please no." The tears were coming, I could feel them prickling my vision.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" My father asked, his tone just as bitter and angry as his temperament.

I didn't want to believe. Jack couldn't - couldn't be something sinister and evil. Maybe something was probably just wrong with him, maybe he really did need help. "Dad, I can't let him find those items."

He nodded. "Of course not, none of us would be able to imagine the horror -"

"No Dad, I can't let him get the items on the list. He'll destroy himself. There is good in him. I know that. I just have to let him see the light."

Though it came as no surprise that he would appear incredibly doubtful, with his down-turned lips and face pale as a ghost, it still stung when he threw his hands in the air and said, "You can't stop a being that powerful, Hiccup. You're, well, you're you."

I was already on my feet, packing and getting ready to leave to find Jack. "Being me has kept me alive so far. I think I can manage, Dad."

He said no more to me and watched with high disapproval as I packed. Despite the confident smirk that was beginning to stretch across my face and the twinkle of determination in my eyes, it was just a show, so he wouldn't see how scared I was. Scared and incredibly unsure about this huge decision. What if I couldn't save nor stop Jack? Then the destruction of the world would all be my fault.

And if I didn't go? Then all of this would be for nothing. And the world would still be doomed. There was no way I was going to allow that.

My skin tingled and my pulse pounded hard and fast through my veins. The unknown was calling out to me - so many questions, so many possibilities, so many chances to either fail or succeed. It may have always been calling me. This was my moment to answer. Calmly, I left the house, taking each step slow and steady. My father's whispered "Good luck, son" carried with me as I walked. I smiled, the encouragement taking me by surprise, but did not look back. Where I was going, I was going to need more than just luck - I was going to need Toothless.

A/N: More to come later! Thank you for reading!

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