The girl above that looks like Astrid is Arsyn. This story takes place after htty 2. She is now the age of Astrid in httyd 1

"Found anything yet," Abby asked, feeding her dragon (a Monstrous Nightmare). "Nothing yet," Xian said, still looking through his spyglass.

Drake groaned, "we've been sailing for HOURS, I'm already getting seasick." Seriously? Its only been 15 minutes. And before you ask, Drake HATES sailing, 'cause sooner or later he'll lose his lunch.

Jena smacked the back of his head. "No way are you vomiting now, you remember what happened last time?" Ok, let's just say that it smelled soo bad that all the dragons literally jumped overboard. Don't ask.

"But I can't hold it in," Drake moaned, clutching his stomach. I rolled my eyes, "then get off the boat, we don't need to spend another hour searching for our dragons."

That knocked some sense into him. His eyes widened and he immediately stood up straight. "Uh.... I think I can manage."

Jena and I smirked, and Nate cleared his throat. Yes, there are six of us. Three girls, three boys. "If you three are done, I see land nearby," Nate said passing his spyglass to me.

Looking through it, I saw a giant island, a dozen dragon swarming it. But instead of attacking, they seemed to have vikings riding on them. Did we die and go to Valhalla, 'cause as far as I know, Castaway Island is the only place with dragon riders.

Nate seemed to have read my mind and said, "if they're dragon riders, maybe we can create an alliance with them." I nodded, looking back at the island. "That might give us a chance against Viggo, he might not take our village down so easily."

*FLASHBACK*

"Hurry!" I heard Larry, our Chief Lector yell. I looked back, seeing strange green arrows fly toward us. I climbed onto Blackjack (my dragon, a Whispering Death) and we flew to the opposite direction.
From above, I saw Abby and Nate desperately trying to get away on their dragons. A guard caught them and dragged them away.

Blackjack must've seen it too, and shot a ring of fire at him. He screamed in pain while my friends climbed back on their dragons. "Thanks!" Nate yelled, and he and Abby flew beside us.

We watched as the enemy army start to cease and retreat. But even though they left, the terror they brought was still here.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I shook that thought out of my head as our ship docked on a nearby beach. Even though they were dragon riders like us, they might not be friendly. So instead, we entered from the back.

"Hey!" Someone shouted behind us. We turned around to see a Viking boy on a orange Monstrous Nightmare fly down to us. Up close, he had black hair, and he was pretty short. "Heather?" He said in amazement, turning to me. Oh right, I had my contacts on. Heather and I were sometimes mistaken as sisters because of our hair color. Heather made me green contacts so we could look alike.

Once I took them off, my eyes instantly turned back to it's original red color. "No," I told him apologetically. "But I'm a friend of hers." He frowned and studied me closely. "Huh, well are you a friend of Astrid's too? You look like her too."

Once he said that, I froze. Wait, Astrid? Ok, reality check: Berk kills dragons, not ride them!

"Well things changed now," the boy said. Oh dang, I said it out loud. "The name's Snoutlout, and I can show you guys around the island, " he continued. Oh well, no turning back now. We followed Snoutlout up the stairs to the village.