Omniscient Berk:

At the village, the renegade heir was almost completely forgotten. No one spoke of him anymore. The newest generation knew nothing of Hiccup, the chief's disappointing son. No one spoke of how he flew off on a night fury, trying to convince the people of his home that they are not dangerous. No one made the connection either. A month after Hiccup's departure, the raids had nearly stopped. They get the occasional dragon hoard here and there, but they weren't nearly as common anymore. There also weren't nearly as many dragons invading, and they didn't steal the food. No one even considered that the end of the raids could have been Hiccup's doing. Many didn't even remember his name anymore. As far as they were concerned, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III was dead.

Stoick, however, never forgot his son. The memories of that day haunted his dreams. Every sleeping hour, he'd hear his son's voice and see him with the nightmare. He'd see his son trying to run from the dragon when the night fury came in. He then saw his son flying the black dragon, trying to convince the people that dragons were harmless. Then he'd hear Spitlout, calling his son a renegade, and the shouts of insults rising towards him. Then finally, he'd see his son's vanishing figure flying into the sun. He would never forget. He made a funeral for his son a year later. He suspected his son to be dead by then.

Astrid and the teens also never forgotten Hiccup. She would never forget the traitor that took her spot in dragon training. The twins would never forget the village chief's scrawny son, who they pulled jokes on and flew off on a dragon. Snotlout would never forget his disappointing cousin, who might have been chief. And Fishleggs would never forget his friend, the only one who had any interest in what he had to say about dragons. What had happened to Hiccup was a depressing affair for all, even those who didn't like the Viking. It hit the teens hardest. They grew up with him because despite what they thought of him, he was now gone despite how much they hated him.

Gobber never forgot his apprentice either. He was dispirited at the forge since his departure. Unlike everyone else, he didn't view Hiccup as a heretic in any way. He saw him as an enlightened thinker, a revolutionary in thoughts and ideas; he also didn't think him dead. 'With that boy's skills, smarts, and a dragon by his side, there is no way in Helhime he's dead,' Gobber would always think every time his mind would stray to Hiccup's 'funeral.' He would hold out on the hope that he was still out there, surviving. He just wished that one day, his theory could be proven correct.

Third-person Gobber:

Gobber remembered that day 2 years after Hiccup left when Trader Johann came to Berk. It was a normal day, the twins wreaking havoc and the people doing their daily routine. Gobber was repairing Astrid's ax, the only weapon in need of repairs since the dragon raids. Suddenly, the town erupted with excitement. Gobber stopped sharpening the ax blade and listened, straining to hear what it was about. One name was said, "Trader Johann!" Eh, it makes sense now... oh, might as well check it out. Doubt Astrid would mind if I was slightly late with her ax, Gobber thought. He set down her ax and hobbled through Berk and down to the docks.

Once at the docks, Gobber was shocked to see the whole town was there, staring in silence as Trader Johann cut a brand new steal Warhammer in two with a sword made of a strange metal by which Gobber had never seen before. "The boy who gave me these weapons called them gronkle iron weapons," Johann said as the people stared in awe. "Who gave them to ya?" Gobber asked, intrigued by the detail of the ax. I haven't seen such attention to detail since... could this be what I've been waiting for? Is Hiccup alive? Gobber's hope increased. "Well... the most notable thing about him was that he rode a night fury", trader Johann started. Ha! It must be Hiccup!

I know no one else who would be crazy enough- Gobber's thoughts faltered as he heard the rest of this new mysterious rider's description, "he was kinda tall, probably their size-," he pointed at the twins, "-he looked to have some muscle and a prosthetic leg. Made expertly too, made of wood with a metal'. He had the confidence of a villa. However, I haven't seen his face, and I only know him as... 'The Dragon Tamer'". That's when Gobber lost hope. A prosthetic leg? Muscular? Confident? None of this matches Hiccup except riding a night fury and being able to smith. It... it's just a coincidence, Gobber thought crestfallen.

"How did you meet this mysterious rider?" Asked Astrid. Yeah, I'd like to know too, thought Gobber. "He saved my life," the trader said, his cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. "I was attacked by Berserkers. I don't know why, but I was. I was sailing close to Helheim's Gate when this occurred. Suddenly, I heard a screeching sound and saw a blast of purple light hit the Berserker ship. I couldn't see what shot the blast, but it happened two more times, destroying the last two ships. I have to admit, I was scared. I didn't know who or what saved me, or if they even intended to save me. I then heard a thud behind me, and my ship rocked. I turned to see the man I described. He had on a black cloak made of dragon scales. His hood was so low that I was surprised he could even see me. When I tried to peek under, all I saw were shadows. He told me in a deep voice that he only wished to trade. He wanted all the leather I had in exchange for all these weapons. I asked to see them and was about to turn him down. After all, they were too light and felt unreliable. But then, he pulled out one of my Roman swords and sliced it in two as if it were a piece of bread. Truthfully, I wasn't too upset about the loss of one Roman short sword. In fact, I've been using all my Roman weapons as examples to sell these! I have my own right here", he indicated to a gronkle iron ax strapped to his hip. After that, nearly everyone in the village got a gronkle iron weapon of some sort. He promised to find out more about this new mysterious dragon rider and tell them more.

And he didn't disappoint. Every time he returned, he had a new tale to tell. He heard that this 'Night Rider,' as many call him, was why the raids stopped. Supposedly,  he killed the dragon queen at Helheim's Gate. There have also been stories of how he would go around and save villages from residual dragon issues. There have also been changes to his features as well. He seems to now be as tall as Fishleggs, as buff as Snotlout, and has black leather armor and a terrifying helmet that looked like a traditional full faced Viking helmet inspired by a dragon. He still had on his night fury scaled cloak. To many, he was a hero. To Berk, he was a fairy tale. No one would believe he existed until he came.

Third-person  Astrid:

So far, Astrid's day sucked. She had just learned that her parents had set up an arranged marriage... with Snotlout! There has been talking for the last 5 years, but she never suspected that they'd become a reality! She was so outraged about this that she stormed out of the house without telling them where she was going. She headed to the edge of town, where the forests began. She went to a spot where she painted targets on trees for when she would throw her ax, kind of, so she had something to aim for. I need to blow off some steam....

I'm engaged, she threw her ax at a tree, to Snotlout? She pulled out her ax, positioned herself, sometime this year? She threw her ax, and the cycle began. I hate him! He cares only about himself and thinks he is the best! Argh!, she threw her ax with such anger, she completely missed the tree. Wonderful! Just..., she took some deep breaths. I need to retrieve my ax, and then I'll see if my foster parents would call off the engagement, she thought as she entered the foreboding forest.

Where did it go? Astrid thought to herself as she searched the nearby area. It can't have gone further... can it? As she went deeper and deeper, the more unsettled she felt. Okay, It can't be this far, I need to retrace my steps..., she thought when something shiny caught her eye. She looked over to see her ax embedded into a fallen log. There you are, she thought with a smile. She started pulling it when she heard a deep, inhuman growl from behind. She slowly turned and saw a purple monstrous nightmare staring at her.

Her eyes widened with fear. She quickly whipped around and started tugging her ax in a frenzy. She heard the dragon come closer and closer, ever so slowly. She finally yanked it out and bellowed a war cry. She turned at a rapid speed and threw herself at the dragon. It whipped around and hit her with its tail sending her flying to a nearby tree. She hit the tree and heard a sickening crack as pain shot up her shoulder causing her to scream. Her abdomen also hurt terribly, as if her intestines were going to come out of her body. Her vision started to blur. She saw only a mass of purple quickly advancing towards her. Is this how I die? She thought with fear.

Then, she heard a screeching sound. She thought it was her, but then she felt a rush of wind ruffle her hair and saw a black cape flash before her eyes. She saw a hand and a flash of a sword. Is it my eyes? Or is it on fire? She thought slowly. She saw the cloaked figure advancing towards the dragon. It slowly backed away from the stranger. Before she blacked out, she saw the mysterious man touch the dragon's snout.

When she came back, the mystery man was walking towards her. She was able to see him in full. However, he was going in and out of focus. Possibly as tall as Fishleggs, possibly buffer than Snotlout, a dragon inspired Viking helmet, a black dragon scale cape... could it be? Her vision was still blurry; he was holding no visible weapon she could see. He knelt over her. His only visible facial feature was his forest green eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before? She thought to herself as she gazed into them. He leaned over her. She felt two strong arms wrap around her and lift her off the ground. Pain rippled through her at his contract, which made her whimper. She heard the clank of metal with every uneven step he took. Her vision started to blur as she fell unconscious once again.

When she awoke again, she was still in serious pain. She was staring straight up at the dusking sky. By hearing the clanking of metal, she suspected that she was close to Berk. She then heard a different clanking, which caused her to turned her head towards the forest. She saw her mysterious savior walking calmly back to the forest, cloak flapping in the breeze. She glimpsed the prosthetic leg's metal as the cape seemed to fly slightly higher as a result of a random gust. A bigger shadow emerged from the forest. She wanted to call out a warning to him, but he jumped upon the creature's back, and they darted into the sky as fast as a well-notched arrow.

She didn't even notice the cries of alarm that erupted, nor did she even see Ruffnut as her face swam into view with concern in her eye, nor when she called her name and cried for help. She didn't notice when Fishleggs came and picked her up, nor when they ran through Berk and to Elder Gothi's house. She knew the excuse for her daze would be that she was in much pain. Which was true, but that wasn't the reason she was oblivious to the world.

She was thinking of the person who savA person saved her person. The people of Berk never believe it finally came. A fairy tale to Berk. A hero to many of the outside, especially TraderThe Dragon Tamer, saved heron Tamer.