Ava grew very confused as she watched the people below. The woman with golden blonde hair seemed frozen in the shock of seeing her, hands over her mouth and tears trickling down her face. Why was she acting like that? She was, after all, the daughter of their enemy. So, why were all of these people acting as though she were some one they had been longing to see? There were still so many questions that needed to be answered and she wasn't getting many answers at all from the people talking to each other. All they were doing in their words was make it even more confusing and frustrating than it already was. She pressed her back against the tree more as she watched the man mount his dragon, the night fury hopping until he was too close for comfort from the branch Ava was on.

She clutched her dagger tighter, ready to fight for her life as the man crouched on the dragon's back, looking ready to jump over to her, when Blizzard suddenly transformed and spoke, saying she didn't remember Berk. Why would she? She had never been to this place before in her life. She had been stuck in her own village all her life, banned from ever leaving it. But then, how did this man know her name? And, why did all of this; this place, these people all around, and even Blizzard when she first met him, seem so familiar? Like they were all apart of some dream long forgotten?

She looked back to the man, who, now that she looked at him looked so much like an older version of, well, her, her green eyes confused and still slightly scared, her hand clutching her dagger so tightly that her hand hurt, knuckles turning white. She shook her head, "W....why.....I....how....What do you mean I've been gone? I don't understand! You have the wrong person! I've never been here before in my life! I've always lived in Magrion(we'll say thats her home village. you can say Hiccup knows thats where Dragos son lives or not. either way)!" Yet, why was it as she said this she didn't even believe it herself. She had never fit in there, and now, she was starting to under stand why. Because that wasn't her home. This place, Berk, it called out to her more than her village. But the question was, why did it? And why did these people seem to care about her so much? She watched the man, worry in her eyes as she slowly began to lower her dagger, "What do you mean by this is my home?"