Hey everyone! Here is chapter five.

Again, I wrote this story before the 2nd and 3rd films were even a thing. It takes place a fee months after the first film. I recently found my old login for this account and decided to revisit this, making it a bit better along the way. I am working on editing the 11 original chapters i published way back in 2013, and will finally finish it.

I hope you enjoy.

My wake-up call was painful. Something heavy hit me hard in the stomach, jolting me awake and leaving gasping for air. I opened my eyes to see Toothless smiling down at me with a large toothless grin. His tail was laying across my torso right where I had been hit.

"Why did you do that?" I asked breathlessly. Man was his tail heavy. "Please, get off of me before I suffocate." He did just that, then turned in a circle, sat down, and continued to stare at me with that stupid grin on his face. I sat up. "What the heck, Toothless?"

"Oh, good, you're up," said Astrid from her spot on the tree bench. She was sitting there sharpening her knife. What was with her and that knife. I hadn't seen her with it before yesterday. Now she never let it leave her sight.

"I thought we were planning on doing night attacks," I said as I stood up and stretched. "Couldn't we have slept in?"

"I couldn't sleep anymore. I've been up for almost two hours. I got bored, so I decided I would wake you up," she explained, still running the blade of the knife across the sharpener.

"And you thought getting Toothless to hit me with his tail was the best way to do that?" I asked. She looked at me and just smiled at me. It was a smile that said "Yes, exactly." It was also a very cute smile. I just shook my head. Hey, she seemed to be in a better mood today at least. I wasn't going to push it.

"How did you get him to do that anyways?" I asked. "Last I thought you didn't really get each other."

"Two hours is plenty of time for bonding." Wonderful. My two best friends, whom I have wanted to get along for months, are now bonding. Too bad they are bonding over inflicting pain on me. "But now that you are up, we should come up with a plan that is a little more in-depth."

"What do you have in mind?" I said as I slouched over to my spot next to her on the tree. Thankfully, she put her knife away as I came over.

"I was thinking we would go after Tuffnut and Fishlegs first," Astrid said. "I mean, I know they tricked us yesterday with a surprisingly well-thought-through plan, but I still think they pose less of a threat."

"Yeah, at least they don't have a dragon who tends to spontaneously combust on their side." I reasoned.

She nodded. "And I'm guessing that they will spend most of the day searching for us and the other two, so it might take some time to find where they've set up camp." She began pacing, speaking through her plan just as much for herself as for me. "I'm sure that they won't set up another fire, so we won't be able to find them that way again."

"It's Tuff and Fishlegs. I wouldn't give them that much credit," I added.

"If it was only Tuff, I wouldn't, but Fishlegs isn't as...well...slow as him. He might not be a great fighter, but he has probably read enough books to know that lighting a fire in the middle of the night is not a good way to hide," she explained, shooting me look that reminded me of my antics last night.

"Oh, just let that go."

She grinned again. "Anyway, once we find them, which I still don't think will be too hard, I was thinking we could trap them."

"Isn't that the whole point of this competition?" I said. "We trap the other teams, then take them back to town."

"Well, yeah," she stopped pacing to look at me. "But I mean we literally trap them. In a net. We can use Gobber's fishing net to trap them; that way it will be easier to fly them back to town."

Gobber would be proud knowing that not only will his invention change the way we fish forever, but also how we practice war.

"Not bad," I said. I had to admit, she came close to challenging me in creativeness. "But how do we get them in the net?"

"We scare them," she said, as if that didn't need explaining. She looked my way and must have seen that I wasn't on the same page. " Do you remember the conversation we all had at dinner the other night? The one about the curse Fishlegs had read about?"

"You mean about the curse, and all the dead people in the ocean?" Supposedly, about one hundred years ago, the widow of a sailor from town put a curse on the whole island. Her husband had been killed on a mission to find the lair of the dragons who were hen terrorizing our island.

His ship went down during a storm, not to far off the southern coast, and a tide washed a lot of the remains onto the beach near our village. Most of the bodies of the killed sailors were recovered, but the woman's husband was never found. In her grief, she hiked the hill up to see the elder of the town, who gave her a spell from a book that was kept on a shelf in the elder's home.

This gave the woman an idea. If there was a spell for grief, could there possibly be another spell that could help her more. She broke into the house on the hill in the middle of the night, silent enough for the elder to have no idea she'd been robbed.

The book did indeed hold the spell that the woman had been after, one to bring her husband home. On the next full moon, as the book instructed, she waded into the ocean and recited the enchanted words. Nothing happened. She ran back to the elder in rage, demanding a spell to bring back her love. When the townspeople found out she was trying to defy the gods by bringing her husband back, they exiled her. They didn't make her leave the actual island because they did feel bad for the poor woman, so they just told her never to come back to town. Little did any of them know that the spell had worked.

She had supposedly been sitting on a beach on the opposite end of the island when her drowned husband came out of the water. I don't think he looked much like her husband then. Usually, a few days under water is enough to change anyone's appearance, a slow decay sped up by the salt. His appearance scared her enough to send her stumbling backwards, away from the waterlogged creature. One misstep caused her to fall and her head smashed against a sea rock.

Soon, the tide reached her, ocean water meeting her skin. It washed the remainder of the magic spell from her hands and into the sea.

Every shipwreck near the island was touched by the magic, including the dead Vikings who had gone down with them. Soon, the coast where the woman had died was a scene of great resurrection; and army of the undead met land once again. Very little of their human life remand in them. None knew who they had been when they were alive, but they all remembered one thing: Burke had sent them to their death.

The legend says that they attacked the town, taking down nearly all of the inhabitants. All except for the elder, who, from the vantage point of the hill she lived on, took down her spell book for what would be the last time. She used a spell that drove the undead back into the ocean, where they presumably resumed their decay. Then she destroyed the book itself. No one needed the power that it held.

The way Fishleg's told the story, the undead Vikings are destined to return. "The spell she used only has the power to hold the dead back for one hundred years. And do you know how many years it's been?"

"Ugh…don't say it…" Ruffnut eyes rolled so hard her head nearly rolled with them.

"It's been One hundred years! We don't have long before they come back and kill all of us!" he said hysterically.

"Don't you think that if everyone in Burke had been killed one hundred years ago, it would be kind of impossible for us all to be here?" Ruffnut had asked.

"Maybe a few people survived. That's why we know about it," Fishlegs argued."

"But wouldn't we have heard about this terrible attack before right now?" Astrid said.

"We don't know. The grown-ups might not want us to know. Maybe they are keeping it a secret, so we don't get scared," Fishlegs added.

"Yes, they don't want us to get scared, Fishlegs," I said sarcastically. "We've spent most of our lives fighting dragons. Somehow I don't think they care about if we are scared or not. Fishlegs, it's just a stupid legend. We are not going to get attacked by the undead."

"You guys just don't get it. But when the undead start attacking, don't say I didn't warn you," he said as he got up and left the great hall. The rest of us were laughing about that conversation days later. Fishlegs, not so much.

"Yes," said Astrid. "That curse. Well, I was thinking we could collect a bunch of twigs and leaves in the forest and cover ourselves in those and a bunch of mud. Then, we could walk into their camp like we are undead and scare the crud right out of them. We could lay the trap in the woods not far away and chase them right into it. It will be easy."

"Just like herding sheep."

"Exactly."

"Let's get started."

I was wrong. She is more far more creative than me, hands down.

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