"Well if I tell you I have to kill you," I say to Selene. The older woman seems confused. "Why's that? It's only a name." "A name can mean many things," I sigh. "To some it's as simple as identification. But mine could bring death."

"How so?"

I sigh and roll me eyes. "Another thing you shouldn't know. Now are we done here?" "Not until I hear a name," she says. "I'm waiting for someone. They don't know I'm waiting for them to return. At least I don't think they do."

"Well whoever it is I'm not them," I state. "I need to get home. My partners need me." "Please, just a name so I know for sure that you aren't the one," she pleads.

"Fine. Artemis. Now don't get yourself killed over it and don't spread it around."

Her eyes light up in recognition. "Artemis... it's so close. So close to hers..." "Close?" I question. "I'm hoping to find someone. Her middle name is Artemis," Selene explained, sighing. Stylive and I look to each other quizzically.

"Are you referring to Indigo?"

Selene snaps her head up to me so fast I'm surprised she didn't give herself whiplash. "Yes! Indigo! Do you know her?"

She's looking for me? She knows my name? How? I haven't even told Hiccup or Astrid why I chose the alias Artemis. So how does she know?

"I knew her," I state, going off with the last thing known about the old me. "She was carried off by a Skrill a few years back. Nobody knows where they went. It's not even known for sure if she's alive or dead."

Selene's expression turned from elated to heartbroken within a few moments. "I've been waiting all this time for nothing... I've been waiting here for nearly four years now. I wanted to surprise her for her birthday, you see, but when I arrived here all I found was a deserted campsite, so I waited for her to come back. I see now why she never did."

"Chances are she's gone to a better place already," I say, hoping to throw her off my trail. "No, she knows her dragons," Selene shook her head fiercely, as if refusing to believe it. "I never truly knew her, but she always loved dragons and dragons always loved her. It's in her blood to be safe around dragons."

I cock an eyebrow at her, curious. How much does she know about me? "What else did you know about her?"

"She was a born fighter, that's for sure," Selene chuckled sadly. "Always so headstrong and determined, but she calculated her every move. That's another reason how I know she would've survived. She always knew how to keep herself safe. I still remember the day when we let her make the campfire for the first time.

She ran around all day long, gathering bundles of sticks that were perfect to burn and a chunky log that would do good. She was so careful when setting it all up. She kept saying how important the fire was and therefore she needed to get it all just right. It was the best fire we'd had in ages. She was so proud when I lit it. So proud. The smile on her little face was priceless. She was only three years old then."

My eyes widen as she describes the fire I supposedly lit. "No..." I whisper, not realising I said it aloud. Stylive rawks to me curiously, not sure why I'm so upset. But I'm not upset. I'm devastated.

Utterly and completely devastated.

Because now I'm sure that death is chasing our tails like a bloodhound tracking our scent, thirsty for our blood and so much more. Capture, torture, murder... it'll all come closing in on us soon. It'll reach the Dragon Sanctuary soon.

It's coming. It's coming. The day I've long feared. I knew it would come someday, just not how or when. But this, this crazy coincidence, this cruel play of fate with the cards all dealt and stacked against our favour, it's going to be our end.

"Are you okay, young one?" Selene asks me, looking concerned now as she takes in what little of my expression shows around my mask. Her voice challenges my attention span to return, but I don't snap away from my trance-like state and continue to stare off blankly into a void of nothingness.

That moment with the campfire. I remember it. Not very well, not very well at all, but I hold a few very vague memories of that day.

I remember my arms aching after I dragged a log to the campfire all the way from the other side of the island. I remember how I spent all day worrying about whether I'd gotten enough sticks or if I'd set the campfire up correctly. I remember continuously hoping that I was doing good enough so that I could please my mother and father.

I remember the feeling of the hot flames dancing across my face, flickering around before my youthful and innocent eyes. I remember being curled up next to two people, though whenever I try to remember what they looked like my memories fail me and only give me blank masks.

I also remember a soft yet noticeable weight on my lap, though I never looked down back then to see what it could possibly be. I always assumed a little Terrible Terror or something, though I never got confirmation on my assumption.

"Artemis, are you alright?" This time Selene's voice successfully brings me back to the real, current world. I look into her green worry-filled eyes, but I don't say anything. I can't think of what to do. Slowly my mind decides that the best thing to do right now is to confirm my thoughts.

"Who was Indigo to you?" I ask her, panicked but somehow barely managing to keep my voice level and purely curious. Then Selene said the four words that I had silently been praying to the gods that I wouldn't have to hear.

"She was my daughter."