I opened my eyes, a thousands needles poking through my head.

I turned my head, searching my surroundings. I was in a cell, jail cell to be exact.

Gripping onto the wall, I staggered to to door. My friends were all cells as well, unconscious. Well, almost all of them.

"You okay Keres?" Dan asked.

"Ya, just feels like an invisible fist keeps punching my head. Other than that, I'm perfectly fine. What happened?"

"The remaining team shot us down, and I have to admit, they're pretty strong themselves. They put us all here except our dragons, who, for some reason, are getting a better treatment in the stables. They took our weapons too."

Suddenly, we heard the entrance door open. In came the man with the orange beard, the auburn haired boy, and the blonde girl.

"Only two are awake, aye? You'll do for now," the man said.

Then he leaned in close to my cell door. "You must be Keres. Funny thing though, you look nothing like that drawing."

"People don't stay the same forever Stinky the Bass," I snapped.

Honestly, I wasn't calling any names. Viggo told us his name once, but I can't really remember it. That's the closest I can get.

Stinky growled, but the auburn boy pulled him back. "Dad, we need them alive for this to work. Besides, they're young-"

"er? How many times are people gonna go easy on us because we're children to them?" Dan asked, annoyed.

Stoick (I finally remembered his name) turned to him, clenching his fists. "For 15 year olds, you know nothing about respect."

I laughed, "why give respect when we never received any?"

True. So true.

No one has ever respected us on being young assassins, not even Ryker. Every time he brings us the capture new dragons, he would always turn to us and say 'don't mess up.'

But it's always his men that messes up, not us.

Viggo is literally the only one respects us. He would always go to his men and say, "'they're 15 and they're better at their job then you.'"

Maybe that's why we still stuck around as Dragon Hunters.

From Brett to coworkers, and I wonder why I still keep them alive.

Well, not Brett.

I might've said I regretted it before, but now,

I regret nothing.

After all, justice is made by death.

Right?

-Astrid-

After Stoick finally stopped arguing with the remaining two Reapers, Hiccup their cells. Then I tied their wrists behind their backs incase they try to escape.

In the Great Hall...

Snotlout pushed the two onto their knees, facing them to Stoick.

"Now, mind telling us a few things about the Dragon Hunters?"

"You're not getting anything out of us," Dan snapped.

Hiccup turned to Snotlout, who snapped his fingers. Hookfang ran up to him and set himself on fire.

Keres/Arsyn rolled her eyes, "you think that's gonna scare us? We're not those dumbass soldiers of Ryker, we're Viggo's assassins."

Snotlout scowled, then Heather said, "Windshear, tail slice."

The metallic looking Razorwhip whipped up it's tail and smashed it against a nearby table, cutting in half.

Dan did a fake yawn, "that's all you got?"

"Hiccup, can we kill them now?" Snotlout complained. "It's obvious that they don't want to say anything."

Hiccup opened his mouth to say something when Keres/Arsyn interrupted him. "Ya, what's stopping you from killing us? You threw one of the guards in the ocean and left another to die in the hands of a Changewing. Why not kill us so easily like the others? That way, no complications for anyone."

That left the rest of us speechless.

This wasn't like those other times with the Grimborns' men. Unlike now, they were all scared of death. That way, information was easier to get. This time, they were literally asking to be killed.

But that isn't the only reason we kept them alive.

"Because you're my sister."

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"Becuase you're my sister."

I turned to the girl, then laughed. "I don't any siblings, nor do I have parents. I don't even have a family. I'm an orphan in this world. And because of that, I got picked on. One boy even made a suggestion that my parents tried to kill me before birth. That my mother was a whore and got pregnant. That my dad was a rapist and made her like that. And you know what? Maybe he's right. Maybe they were careless about everything around them and created me. Maybe that's the reason why I was adopted. And if they really did care about me, then how did I end up as a Dragon Hunter? Why am I living a life of crime? Why am I working for a madman who's obsessed with the last Night Fury? By then they probably would've taught me what's wrong and what's right. If they cared, then how come they never came looking for me? How come they never sent a sign that they loved their daughter? Why, I tell you. Why?"

The girl sighed and replied, "for years I've always wanted to look for you. My parents would tell me when I'm old enough, we would all search for you together, as a family. But for some reason, that day never came. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years. I started to believe you were dead as well, but I always hoped you were alive. Once I saw that WANTED poster of you, I actaully thought that was me. But once I read the caption, I knew it had to be you. Keres, you're my younger sister Arsyn. Please, let me show you there's a better way to live your life. Not everything is against you."

The anger that exploded out of me was now replaced by surprise.

Does she really mean all of those things? What if it's just a trick to get me off Viggo's team? What if I'll be used again? What if-

That doesn't matter now, what matters is that my decision decides our fate.

I sighed, "fine. But this isn't just going to be just for me. This deal goes to my friends as well."

The blonde girl smiled and enveloped me into a hug.

I just chose a new life again.

I'm starting from scratch again.

But this time, it might not have the discrimination that the other two had.

Am I making the right choice?