It's almost time to wage war on Berk. Though it won't be much of a war with me. I'll happily feast on the Berkians. Yet, why am I so unsettled. Berk used to be the home of my father and his father. It's more than four-hundred years old. I'm not sure I'm up for feasting on children. What am I? Krampus? 

I bite down on another live salmon. I can't get these thoughts out of my hand. It was really something to see everyone grown up as much as I have. I've realized over the past five years; I've grown so much. I've grown up from that defenseless kid that was right all along. I was right about the dragons.

Toothless nudges me. I suck in a breath and lean back. Drago rises up. 

"We must attack the dragon flyers!" He yells.

Everyone stands up. I look up to him.

"We will take down their alpha!" He yells.

The alpha? As in, the king of all dragons? He wants to rule the dragons. I look over and I see dragons being hurt and tortured. I run over and throw a man twelve feet in the air. I grab the chains around them, and I shatter them. Drago looks over at me. I turn to him.

"I agreed to help you! I didn't agree to just stand by while you torture dragons." I hiss.

He walks down. The men back away.  Toothless growls. He points something at me. Shiny and painful to look at. I draw back. I may be strong and immortal but that doesn't make me invincible. I do have weaknesses and silver is one of them. I draw back.

"Do not interior boy." He growls.

I nod and draw back. I don't want to fight him. I'm not even sure I could fight him.