"Boy I would hold your tongue you forget, I have the dagger." Krogan growls.

"You mean this?" I hold up the tea dagger.

Krogan's eyes widen. He drops the dagger and it shatters like glass.

Astrid kicks the door open. She and the others run out. Then fire rains down. Heather and Dagger fly down. Mala was also there. Krogan looks shocked. I let out a chuckle.

"I'm guessing you sent a terror mail to Bersker Island?" Krogan asked.

I nod.

"Nice tail you have brother! You're going to need to catch me up on this whole look." Dagur says.

"Will do." I say.

Ships were coming. Not Dragon Hunters. Not Berkians. Not Beskers. Outcasts. Why are the Outcasts here? Why are they helping me of all people? Did they forget I've kindnapped Alvin? Did they forget I led the Dragon Hunters there?

"I called Outcasts." Heather says.

"Flyers to the sky!" Krogan yelled.

Flyers shoot up into the sky. I shoot my snake at them. It wraps around and it bites. I hold up the dagger. You know, power blinds people. Power corrupted me. It corrupted the dragon hunters. It corrupted Viggo and Krogan. This power I wield, I cannot wield it. I don't want to be corrupted by this power. Power is often tempting. Power can blind those. I must not let this power corrupt me anymore. I must destroy this power. And that means destroying me.

I hold up the dagger and without hesitation, I plunge it into my chest. There was little pain. Sometimes in life, sacrifices must be made. I would gladly trade my life for the entire race of dragons. For Berk. For the Wingmaidens. For my friends. For myself.