A/N: Once again, I find myself having car problems, it's one of the most annoying things to deal with; looking for the right mechanic that won't rip you off, having to loan a car to go to work, and my car repair bills have skyrocketed at an alarming rate. So annoying! And now my car is no longer performing at optimal levels, so I need to buy a new car later on today. Alright, I'm done rambling about my car problems. Onwards to the next chapter.

(Hiccup's pov)

As the Northern Alliance paused for but a moment from its march towards Fang Nation to rest and replenish the armored dragons that were forced to drag the heavy machines of war, which made my blood boil in disgust. The march allowed me to assess the strength and weaknesses of my enemies up close and personal. Although stealth and making sure I didn't stand out was of the utmost importance, I couldn't help myself but search for any form of weakness that I could exploit.

Luckily, I did find a weakness that I could exploit.

After I had killed Ragnar the Rock, I noted that the warriors who were under the late warlord's command were bickering and often fighting amongst themselves to take Ragnar's place as warlord and stand by Drago's side. One of the main challengers to assume the late warlord's place was a man named Wen Jin, who was one of Ragnar's champions and the second in command of his forces. He bore a facial hairstyle similar to what Ryker Grimborn possessed, he had dark brown eyes, and his pale porcelain skin gleamed with sweat thanks to the intense march. He bore the same physical build as Ragnar did, as well as sporting similar armor, except his helmet had a ring of sleek black fur above the forehead area and he wore a thick black fur cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders. His weapon of choice was a battle-axe and sword like the one Ragnar possessed.

Currently, Wen Jin and the soldiers that followed him were eating a flock of small, yet feisty birds. They didn't have much meat on them, but to the enemy, they seemed challenging and satisfying to trap.

"One of us must become a new warlord to stand by the side of Drago, Chagatai Khan, and Griselda the Grievous. If we do not act now, we will be used as nothing more than cannon fodder for our master and those who are of greater position among our junta."

Wen Jin looked up at the soldier stating the obvious with a bored look on his face while picking off scraps of meat from the bird he was eating.

"If none among our ranks will take Ragnar's place, I will!"

Snorting in amusement, Wen swallowed a bite of the bird meat before speaking to the soldier who believed they could take Ragnar's place as warlord without a fight. "And who are you to take his place, hmm?" Those gathered watched and the air grew tense, blood and conflict were noticeably thick in the air. "Warriors who believe they should ascend to the title of warlord must prove their prowess in a trial by  combat!" Wen Jin boomed out while pounding a meaty fist against his armored chest before eyeing this young warrior as if he was his next meal. "Your tongue rattles loud noise, young one. Yet you have not the experience nor the battle prowess to take Ragnar the Rock's place as warlord. But I do."

"Well," the warrior growled. "Are you taking challengers, Wen Jin?" He squared up his weight. "You can start with me."

Wen Jin eyed the youngling from head to toe, evaluating the effort. I could see it in the man's eyes, he had no intention of impressing Drago or any of the other warlords, he merely wanted to take what was rightfully his— leadership of Ragnar the Rock's warriors, resources, and war machines. He's likely stood by the late warlord's side for decades, he was battle-hardened and a natural leader, one that men would follow if he was given the opportunity. He wouldn't turn his nose up at the prospect of taking power.

Tossing the bird bones devoid of meat aside, Wen Jin reached for a crossbow by his side, lifted the weapon, and fired a bolt right between his challenger's eyes. The young challenger fell back, dead.

"I win," Wen Jin grinned cruelly before looking at the rest of the warriors around him. "Is there no one else who would challenge me for the position of warlord, hmm?" When none stepped forward, Wen Jin cast aside the crossbow in his hand and then rose to his feet. "Now, our junta has a new warlord. Wen Jin, of the Blue Lotus. Follow me, and I will ensure you all profit greatly under my leadership!" Many of the soldiers grunted and roared out in elation, yet many more remained silent.

Humming to myself, I can see that many more of the soldiers under Ragnar's command felt entitled to assume the mantle of warlord, yet Wen Jin has seemed fit to take his late mentor's place. A divided army can lead to infighting, and infighting can lead to a fracture in the Northern Alliance.

Smirking to myself, I then began to plan my next move on how to cause a fracture in the enemy's ranks.

As I made my way towards the Mongol warriors, I was able to steal one of their weapons, a dagger to be precise. My plan to turn Drago's allies against each other would start with this act of assassinating Wen Jin. The new warlord was popular, that much was obvious, he had the confidence and respect of those who were under Ragnar's command. Now, if the Blue Lotus warriors found their new warlord dead with a Mongol blade in his heart, that would trigger infighting and ultimately thin the Northern Alliance's numbers significantly, and giving me the cover I would need to find and locate my dear friend's dragons.

However, if I wanted to free Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, Barf and Belch, then I would need to free all of the enslaved dragons as well. But I can't do that as long as that damned Bewilderbeast under Drago's command yet lives. In my eyes, that... thing is no dragon. Like the Red Death, that monster is a blight that must be cleansed from Midgard. Without their alpha and dragon army, the Northern Alliance will be at further odds with each other, an opportunity I can't afford to let slip through my fingers.

Looking at Drago's pet killer, I saw that it was being fed wagons full of fish to replenish its strength. A plan soon hatched into my mind, I made my way towards one of the wagons filled with fish and stroller towards the evil alpha. While nobody was looking, I took out four small jars of Slitherwing venom from inside my satchel strapped across my torso. After pouring each jar of poison all over the fish, I then approached the evil alpha and saw it look down upon me. Though my face was shrouded by the leaf ghillie over my head, I looked up and looked into the eyes of the monster that dominated the mind of Toothless; breaking his will and trying to use him to kill me, but ultimately killed my father instead.

"Die, you infernal beast," I seethed out once I had presented the wagon of fish to Drago's pet killer. "May your death be agonizing." While walking away, I could hear the Bewilderbeast lower its massive head down to the wagon full of fish I had poisoned and ate it without a second thought. I knew that Slitherwing venom was extremely effective against dragons, my past encounter with them with the old gang back at Dragon's Edge taught us that Slitherwing venom takes hold of its victims quickly. For a dragon the size of a mountain, I had to sacrifice all the Slitherwing venom in my possession, but it was a decision I would repeat in the blink of an eye.

Thunderous roars of agony filled the air as the Bewilderbeast began to thrash and stomp on the ground like a beast gone mad, while also releasing torrents of ice from its maw, destroying dozens of war machines or killing any of the warriors in the crossfire. Releasing another agonizing roar, the monster under Drago's fealty then collapsed and those in its path were crushed to death. As the enemy army rushed to their alpha, I could see that handfuls of men racing off to fetch Drago and inform him that their alpha is dying. With nobody looking, I slipped away to where they were keeping the dragons under the now dying Bewilderbeast's control. As I approached the nearest dragon traps, I approached a series of dragon-proof cages that held many species of dragons familiar and unfamiliar to me. Whilst skimming through the cages, I spotted a very familiar Monstrous Nightmare, the same dragon that always gave my cousin a hard time, yet their bond was sincere and strong.

"Hookfang!"

Raising his head in my direction, the Monstrous Nightmare's eyes blazed with joy and excitement at the sight of me once I lowered the ghillie leaf hood. As I approached Hookfang's cage, I noticed that his cage was locked down tight, as were all the other enslaved dragons here, except for the armored dragons who roamed free, though they were kept on a tight leash and were already beaten and abused into absolute submission. Hookfang pressed his snout against the palm of my hand and let out a soft, yet relieved growl. "Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you here, Hookfang," I turned around to see the enemy army were all gathered around their fallen alpha, I then turned back to Hookfang and raised my eyebrows in question. "Where're Meatlug, Barf and Belch, hmm?" Turning to his left, Hookfang nodded towards two cages next to a large cage that held a Catastrophic Quaken. In those two cages was Meatlug as well as Barf and Belch, they looked exhausted, and the fight they had in their eyes had been beaten down.

"Hey you guys, remember me?"

The Gronckle and Hideous Zippleback both looked up at Hiccup and like Stormfly and Hookfang, their eyes blazed with joy and relief seeing me once again. "I'm so sorry you guys have had to suffer at the hands of these vile people, but I'm going to need you guys to stay strong for me, alright? Just hold tight—"

"ARGH!"

Whirling my head around, I could hear Drago's enraged roars fill the air, I needed to make this quick. Turning back to my dragon companions, I pulled out a small jar of Changewing venom and began to pour a substantial sum on the locks of my fellow dragon's cages. The acid could eat away at any matter, but since the cages and locks were made out of dragon-proof metal, it would take some time for the locks to become ineffective. After I finished sabotaging the locks, I took my leave and could hear the three dragons whimper at me, but I cooed out reassurances. "Be strong, I will return," giving my dragon companions a firm nod, I added. "I swear to you, I won't leave you here. Until then, keep your heads down." Throwing my hood back over my head, I took my leave and approached the mass of enemy warriors to see the lay of Drago's thoughts. The war master himself held one of his men with his... false that pulsed and glowed like the Druun. My heart dropped down my stomach at this new revelation, I failed to notice that before, but his dragon skin cloak the fact that his prosthetic arm now served like an arm that held flesh and blood.

"D-Drago... please! I didn't poison the alpha—"

"Silence!" Drago snarled out. "I charged you and the man kneeling before me to watch my alpha, now my prize war beast has fallen, on your watch!"

"P-Please! Forgive m-me!"

"The offense is too great to let you live," Drago crushed his victim's windpipe in, killing him instantly before discarding his dead servant like an object that no longer holds relevance. Turning to some of his men, Drago nodded at them, they then drew their weapons and struck down those who were charged with looking after the Bewilderbeast I had killed. As their blood soaked the ground beneath us, I can see many in Drago's ranks were visibly fuming with anger at the war master's choice. "Those among you that were tasked with tending to my alpha are clearly incapable of doing your duty; under your watch, you allowed this Viking survivor to kill our ultimate weapon! Without the alpha, we no longer have control over the dragons we've taken from Scandinavia! They will rebel and lash out in great violence. See to it that you keep our war beasts under control, or else your blood will soak the ground as well." Storming off in a fit of rage, Drago made his way back to his mobile fortress. As the warriors under the madman's fealty dispersed, I looked to see Wen Jin and many who favored him speaking amongst themselves, I walked closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Those men who tended to our alpha have served Drago for decades, yet their service is underappreciated and he slaughters them like sheep!"

"Those men were killed because they failed to notice the Viking survivor is among us and killed our alpha," Wen Jin corrected his companion. "What would you do, hmm? Allow those who were tasked in ensuring our greatest weapon's wellbeing to live for allowing this to happen?" When the warrior by the new warlord's side said nothing, Wen Jin grunted. "Precisely. Failure of this magnitude cannot be tolerated—"

"He had my lover killed!" A female warrior spoke up through gritted teeth. "He did not deserve such a fate, being slaughtered like an animal, rather than meeting a glorious death on the battlefield."

"What's done is done. If you wish to honor your lover's memory, I suggest you keep your emotions in check and remember our ultimate goal," Wen Jin advised his female companion. A war horn was then sounded, telling everyone to resume their march. "Assemble our forces and move out!" As Wen Jin and his supporters regrouped with their forces, I kept my head down and continued the march with the rest of the Northern Alliance armies. Looking back at the now-dead Bewilderbeast, which would soon be food for wild animals out here, I felt unimaginable pleasure washing over me, not only did I deal Drago a personal blow, but now his dragon army has no alpha to keep them in line, it's only a matter of time before the rest of the dragons lash out and repay the suffering this junta has inflicted on them with blood and death.

But now wasn't the time to let up, I need to inflict as much damage as possible while I'm still among my enemy's ranks.

No rest for the weary.

(Normal pov)

Drago burst into his personal chambers onboard his siege engine fortress, huffing and puffing with rage that his men had allowed his alpha to succumb to the poison it was exposed to. He drove his false fist into his planning table while unleashing a roar that suited a blood-thirsty predator. The doors to his chambers opened, revealing Chagatai Khan and Griselda the Grievous, both Mongol and Slavic warlords noted the rage emitting from Drago, and they were cautious in both their actions and their words. Taking a sharp breath, Drago glanced up at his two trusted allies while exhaling slowly.

"Drago, many among our ranks have reported to us and have heard the displeasure in Ragnar's men; they voice doubts and anger towards you," Chagatai said carefully. "They even have a new warlord among them, Wen Jin, Ragnar's second in command. It seems he was challenged for the position, but Wen Jin seized the title for himself through a brief trial by combat."

The war master gave the Mongol warlord a wry look. Wen Jin was not like most within the Northern Alliance ranks, he was a formidable warrior, that much was obvious. However, the man is loyal to his own and those under his command. Such loyalty can be dangerous, and it represents defiance towards the head of the Northern Alliance. As if Drago didn't already know that.

Griselda waited. When Drago didn't reply to Chagatai, she pressed further. "What would you have us do?"

Releasing a heavy sigh, Drago removed his false fist from his planning table, leaving behind a sizeable dent. "Nothing. Not yet anyway," he then took a vase full of wine and poured himself a cup. "This Viking survivor has dealt us a crippling blow by killing our alpha. Now that we no longer have the alpha to keep the dragons we've taken from Scandinavia in line, it's only a matter of time before they lash out at us." After drinking the cup full of wine, Drago set it down and then ran a hand through his dreadlocks while contemplating what to do next.

"This Viking has killed both Ragnar the Rock and our alpha," Drago growled out.

"Yes," said Chagatai.

"There's no telling what this Viking survivor will do next."

"Perhaps turn our forces against each other, free the dragons that aren't under our complete control, or worse."

"And make attempts on our lives," Drago added to Griselda's words before speaking his thoughts. "Perhaps it's time we use to Druun to serve us and expose the Viking embedded among our ranks before they inflict further harm to our junta. We need every resource at our disposal, including those devils. Why not use them?"

Both Chagatai and Griselda were quiet.

Drago narrowed his eyes at the two warlords. "Do we need to wage war with the Druun, if we wish to subjugate them?"

Once more, both warlords were silent. Eventually, Griselda spoke carefully. "You don't believe we would win?"

Drago saw the hidden blade in Griselda's question. "We would win," he said. "But only if we possess all the pieces of the Dragon Gem, Sisudatu herself, and take control of Fang Nation's armies. Even after a long, grueling conflict with the Druun, we'd sustain huge losses. And we'd leave ourselves open to further devastation at the Viking's hands."

Chagatai's gaze turned thoughtful. "Yes, probably." He studied Drago's face. "So what do you suggest?"

"We... beg," Drago said quietly. "With the Druun to lend us their aid."

Both Chagatai and Griselda shared a look, they then observed Drago's customary moment of silence, the Slavic warlord then spoke up. "Many of the generals and commanders won't like this."

"I know," Drago said. He stared past his warlords, his jaw set. "I don't either."

"You'll have to make a gesture for them. A nod to our legacy as conquerors. If they see it as a true, equal negotiation..." Chagatai trailed off.

"They'll call it weakness," Drago finished.

Chagatai nodded. "Especially after losing Ragnar and our alpha in just a short amount of time."

They shared another moment of silence. The ache of mounting stress began to push at Drago's temples.

That's when he remembered something of relevance coming into his mind; one of his men embedded in Kumandra had reported to him that there was a mountain near Fang Nation that possessed a well of raw matter that can potentially combat that Druun's army of stone warriors and dragons. Looking down at the map of Kumandra, Drago placed a finger at the head of the dragon's head, which showed numerous mountains. "One of my spies here informed me that there is a well within these mountains that contains matter that holds magic and which is effective in combating the Druun. If we could find this matter and forge weapons out of it, then the Druun will no longer hold the advantage of invincibility and potentially slaughter us if we made an attempt to provoke them."

Chagatai and Griselda shared another look, one of surprise and curiosity. The Mongol warlord turned back to Drago and inquired. "Is such a thing possible?"

"Send word to Askari of Ashes and the Dragon Flyers to confirm my spy's report," Drago said. "If we cannot possess a dragon army to control, then we will subjugate the Druun in our ranks and control a force that no man can ever hope to defeat!" Despite the crippling losses he had suffered in such a short time, a sinister grin crept across the war master's face as he spoke firmly. "We will discover this matter the Druun fear and forge weapons out of it. Then we will demand that the Druun kneels before the might of the Nothern Alliance."

(Spine Nation)

Raya felt pain throbbing in her temple, yet she could tell whether or not she was bleeding, yet the pain told her that somebody had knocked her and Sisu out cold when they had been snatched up by the trap Sisu had sprung. Everything was a blur, she didn't remember being knocked out, yet pain in her temple told her otherwise.

"Alright, where are we?"

Taking in her environment, Raya noted that she and Sisu were inside a hut and that they were tied up back to back and dangling from the skeletal tusks of an elephant. A fire was burning in a nearby hearth, providing the hut with warmth and keeping Spine Nation's cruel cold at bay. Looking towards the door of the hut, Raya gasped when she spotted both her sword and satchel that held the gem pieces she currently possessed.

"W-Where are we?"

Turning around to see that Sisu was waking up, Raya answered the dragon. "We're about to be either tortured or killed because of your overzealous behavior," she growled out before continuing. "So, you still think we can treat our captors with a gift?" Before Sisu could reply, the door to the hut burst open, revealing a mountain of a man wielding a massive battle-axe. This large Spine Nation warrior possessed very dark brown hair on the sides of his head. The top of his head is bald. He also has a goatee and mustache. He had a black eye patch on his left eye and wore heavy clothing and he wears leather boots to keep him warm due to the constant cold of his homeland. There is a red cloth tied around his waist and he has a fang to replace a button on his fur jacket. He then glared at the two intruders, causing Raya and Sisu to hold their breath as this man closed the door behind him.

"You two must be dung of brain to think you can steal Spine's gem piece." He boomed out while hurling his axe at the nearby skeletal spine above his hearth.

Scoffing at his words, Raya tried to play dumb. "Gem? Please, who said anything about gems? We have no interest in gems," the Spine Nation warrior took hold of Raya's satchel and emptied it, causing the gem pieces within to fall out. The large warrior gave the two female intruders an unamused look, causing Raya to drop the act. "Okay, I can see how that makes me look like a liar."

"Actually, I believe it was the lying that made you look like a liar." This hulking giant soon began to laugh, Sisu too began to laugh, causing Raya to glare at the dragon. Wincing at the face Heart Nation's princess gave her, Sisu ceased her laughter before shrugging. "I'm not entirely sure what's funny."

"It's been such a long time since I've last peered into the eyes of a trembling enemy," he then let out a sigh. "Where has the time gone? It's been so long."

"He seems lonely."

"No!" He exclaimed, scaring both Sisu and Raya. "I'm not lonely! I'm a warrior of Spine Nation!" He pounded a meaty fist against his large chest. "I was born and bred to do one thing. To invoke fear and to crush the skulls of my enemies!"

"That's actually two things, big guy."

Releasing a roar in their faces, both Sisu and Raya recoiled as his breath blew their hair back and spittle threatened to wet their faces. He then began laughing once more, much to Raya's annoyance. "What do you plan on doing with us?" She demanded.

"Oh, it will be bad. Horrifying! It will take me days to clean the blood and entrails I'll leave in your wake!"

Giving the hulking warrior an unimpressed look, Raya snorted out. "You have no scheme in mind, do you?"

"Yes, I do," the large warrior reassured. "I'm concocting this gruesome plan in my head... it makes sick just dwelling upon it!" Before the large warrior could continue rambling, war horns filled the air, causing him and the two women to look towards the door. "Fang Nation war horns?" The large man murmured to himself in confusion.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the large warrior was hit directly in the chest by Tuk Tuk, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to crash into a nearby pillar. With the speed of a serpent, the Ongis collected rope off the ground of the hut and quickly tied the large warrior in his place. Tuk Tuk growled at the warrior who captured Raya, causing the large warrior to give the large mammal a confused look and then looked up to see Noi on top of the growling animal, snarling at him.

Boun fetched Raya's sword and quickly cut the princess and dragon down before stating the obvious. "A sizeable force Fang Nation warriors are here, probably here for the dragon gem pieces. What do we do?"

"People of Spine Nation, we are hunting Princess Raya, of Heart Nation, a fugitive of Kumandra!" A male voice boomed out. "Send her out, or we're coming in and taking her by force!"

Looking at the nomadic village below, Raya gasped in shock as she saw that everybody in this village was reduced to stone. Turning to the subdued warrior, Raya exclaimed in shock. "You're the only one here?"

"My people fought the Druun with great valor, but lost."

Raya noted how the large warrior's tone was one of great sympathy and melancholy, she then saw a crib with a stuffed elephant doll. This man was a father, and possibly lost a child thanks to the Druun, which caused Raya to feel sympathy towards him. Licking her lips, she nodded and then approached the table where her sword and satchel were being kept, she then placed the gem pieces in the satchel and spoke out loud. "Those Fang warriors are here for me, not you," she then handed the satchel to Sisu before looking to her companions. "If I can distract them, that will give you all ample time to get out of here."

"You're going to fight an army, by yourself?"

"No, I'm going to distract them," Raya corrected Sisu. "Namaari is most likely with them, and I know how to get under her skin. And once you all are out of harm's way, I'll be right behind you." Turning to her captor, Raya knelt in front of him. "What's your name?"

"The moniker given to me is Tong."

"Alright, Tong, look, you don't know me, and I don't know you, but I'm sure that you know a way out of here, and it's crucial that my friends here remain safe, okay?" She then continued. "I'm asking you with sincerity if you'll help us. Please?" After a brief moment of silence, Tong looked into Raya's eyes and grunted in agreement.

The detachment of Fang Nation's army was prepared to torch down the gates before them, Lahn Wei, Chosen of Drago Bludvist was leading the charge while Namaari acted as a second in command for the time being. Fang Nation's princess was perched on top of her Serlot, Venancio, whilst silently praying that Raya wasn't here. In truth, Namaari was torn between her personal feelings for Raya while also performing her duty to Fang Nation, and this dilemma was threatening to drive Namaari mad.

"Princess Namaari?"

Said woman's line of thought was interrupted by Sen, one of her friends and a fierce woman who represents what it means to show strength. Sen sported a short mohawk hairstyle, the rest of her head was shaved, ghastly claw marks ran down the left side of her beautiful face which she had obtained from a hunting expedition. Her mousy eyes swam with concern for both her friend and princess. "You've been awfully quiet, are you well?"

"Y-Yes," Namaari reassured firmly. "I just... have much on my mind."

"May inquire as to what troubles you?"

Looking to Lahn Wei, who was discussing a strategy with Mayari, Fang Nation's princess then shrugged. "I have an inkling that my mother will want me to take a husband soon, it's a prospect that's terrifying, truth be told."

"Because you love Raya, don't you?"

Nodding at her friend, Namaari let out a sigh. "I'm torn between doing my duty as princess to our nation and following my heart. And I want Raya, more than anyone."

Somwang turned to her cousin as she poured out her heart to Sen, she then offered words of wisdom. "As I said before, dear cousin, tell Raya the truth; why Drago wanted you and your mother to acquire the Dragon Gem whole and what would happen if you had refused him. If this revelation was brought to light, perhaps Raya would be generous and give you a second chance—"

"The gates are opening!"

Fang's warriors assumed battle formations as the gates opened wider, revealing a woman shrouded in a cloak and a straw hat on her head. Namaari's heart quickened its beating at the sight of Raya, she then mustered the courage to face the woman she loved by dismounting her Serlot and taking a spear from one of the warriors by her side. Before Lahn could do anything rash, Namaari grasped his arm and gently pushed him aside while giving him a look that said "I'll take care of this," causing Lahn to bow his head in submission as he backed away and allowed his princess to deal with Heart Nation's princess.

"Hello there, Princess Undercut," Raya teased Namaari before continuing in dry sarcasm. "Nice of you and your lapdogs to show up once again."

"Raya, we need not fight," Namaari said softly. "Just... give me the gem pieces in your possession and tell those who've accompanied you to come with us, so that we can confirm whether or not you've found Sisudatu."

"Hmm, tempting," Raya then brandished her sword. "But my blade says that I won't do such a thing. And there's no chance I'm trusting you again, chhke nhi kbat."

The warriors behind Namaari raised crossbows at Raya, for showing such insolence towards their princess. Snickering at the Fang warriors ready to unload arrows into her chest, Raya looked to Namaari and gave her a challenging look. "The last six years have made you gutless. Why not face me like a warrior instead of having your dogs take a bite at me, hmm?"

"Stand down," Namaari said firmly, causing those armed with crossbows to lower their weapons. Whirling her spear and then gripping it with two hands, Namaari glared at Raya. "I don't want to fight you, Raya."

"Aw, you don't? I'm flattered," Raya mocked before giving Namaari a murderous glare. "Because I owe you for six years of misery!" With a cry, Heart's princess lashed out at Fang's princess with lightning speeds, forcing Namaari to defend herself. The clash of steel and the cheers of Fang Nation warriors filled the air as the two princesses fought.

Namaari, however, groaned inwardly. This wasn't what she wanted, instead, she wanted to talk to Raya and explain everything to her and hopefully balm the grievous wounds she had inflicted on the woman she loved. But that would have to wait, right now she needed to focus on disarming Raya and forcing her to cooperate with her and Fang Nation.

A/N: I know that some people wanted Hiccup to pair up with Raya in this story, but sadly that isn't happening. Hiccup is devoted to Astrid, even though she's dead; if he were to pair up with Raya, he would be forced to move on and release the memory of Astrid, and that's something that this version of Hiccup isn't going to do. The memory of his betrothed, family, friends, and dragon are what drives Hiccup to inflict as much damage and suffering to Drago and his forces. Anyway, hope that clears things up, and I'll see you next time.