"Hiccup! No!" The scream of Valka pierces through the heart of the dragon carrying the child. In mere moments, Stoick was there, yelling helplessly after his only son who was being captured by a dragon. The unholy offspring of lightning and death. A Night Fury.

The dragon knows that the family will grieve, but the child is the one. This one dubbed 'Hiccup' will be the savior, he is sure of it. He will bring the two worlds of the humans and the dragons together for good. He can do it, and Toothless is well aware of it.

"I'll get you for this, dragon! I will kill you one day, to avenge my son. Do you hear me? I will destroy you!" Stoick was still yelling.

The dragon carrying Hiccup was called Toothless, and he wasn't about to give up the only hope for dragonkind. He wasn't going to give up the Prince.

A.N.
This chapter, I know it's really short. I swear at the other ones will be longer! I promise!