"You saw him? Is he alright?" I ask frantically.

"He's all grown up... but he's changed." Stoick asks.

"What? What ever do you mean?" I ask.

"He's more angry. He's tougher. He's hard as stone. He's turned into a monster." Stoick says.

"How? How'd this happen?" I ask.

What is he talking about? Our little Hiccup, scary? Our Hiccup, a monster? No, no, no... that's a lie. Is he even serious? How I've longed to wrap my arms around him. To see him once again, but he's talking crazy. 

"You have me to thank for that." A voice says.

A man walks out of the shadows of the Great Hall. He wore black cloaks. His eyes were usually red. He licks his lips with a strange triangle pointed tongue. The air around him has gotten colder. I feel... a lot colder. 

"You! You did this to my boy!" Stoick yells standing up.

"He took the deal. Consider it your fault ever since that day." He says.

"What day? Stoick what are you talking about?" I ask.

"Your boy Hiccup befriended a night fury." He says.

"What?" I breathe looking at Stoick.

Is it true? Is it really true? Our Hiccup, proving my theory? I have longed for that day.

"Anyway, things didn't go well. Isn't that right Stoick?" He turns to Stoick. 

Stoick lets out an angry breath. 

"He will come back, well with some friends." The man smiles.

"What friend?" I look at him.

"Drago Bludvist is coming." The man says.