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The chief's son was inside the giant house. His name was Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. He was seven years old when his life merged into another.

It was like every other raid. The beasts swooping in destroying everything and the Vikings fighting back. The night was one of the worst nights, with new beasts coming in. The little Vikings were watching from their houses, or what's left of the burning huts.

Seven year old Hiccup was also in his house that night. But this time, he was taken away. Not many people knew what happened exactly. It was known, though, that the heir was taken by a strange new dragon. One with four wings. They reckoned the dragon thought him to be a tasty snack, due to his small size.

The only people who entirely knew what occured that night, were Stoick and Valka. The former shutdown, while Valka changed. Their chief no longer smiled, and his wife no longer tried to stop people from hurting these beasts. In fact, she killed more than a few herself.

Both parents swore revenge on the beast.

And yet, while both were at the scene when Hiccup was taken, none realised it was that particular dragon that flew the opposite way. It flew north. It flew away from the other dragons.

It fled from the nest.