For the war against the Dragonhunters, Hiccup and the Dragonriders needed help from outside. Despite not riding a dragon yourself, you were an appreciated support, staying on Dragon's Edge.

Your hate for the Dragonhunters grew each time you saw scared, traumatized, caged or injured dragons. Whenever the Dragonriders told about the horrible things they did or how disregarding they were of human and dragon lives. How could anyone be in favor of what the Dragonhunters do? It was an obsession brewed from hate, all directed at their ruthless leader, Viggo Grimborn, until the day he sacrificed himself to save Hiccup and Toothless. It didn't make his past actions right but who could have thought a man of sheer cruelty and cold-hearted nature could do what no viking had done before him—tame lightning incarnate—and would die for who was once his nemesis? You wanted to hate him just as much as before, but.. it's heroic, really. Noble.

Along the beach of Dragon's Edge, the setting sun was reflecting on the calm water's surface. In the distance, pairs of Seashockers jumped out and Scauldron fins emerged.

There was something strange on the sand, just where the waves met the shore. Washed up fragments of a ship? No—at second glance, it was a dragon. A Skrill, of all dragons! It seemed unconcious, laying limp in the sand, covered in wounds, deep gashes and bruises. When you walked closer, behind the massig dragon, laid a man. Hard to recognise with sand, wounds and scratched but oddly familiar armor, you shifted you glance at his face, just to be shocked by the sight of him—Viggo Grimborn, like Odin's bad joke.

Torn between morally right and wrong choices, he suddenly started coughing violently. His hand pushed against sand, arms trembling in a futile attempt to push himself out of it. His hand pressed against the dragon's scales, feeling for a heartbeat, without even having looked up—completely oblivious to your presence.