Chapter 1
AN :this is going to be my first story. If you couldn't tell, it is going to be in the universe of "how to train your dragon." It will be a HIB (human in Berk) where I will make a character, and "release him into the wild" so-to-say. this story takes place after the second movie, about a month or so. I own nothing in this story besides my created character.
I awoke, with my eyes blurry, head hurting and sore muscles. 'where am I? wait, who am I?' Questions like these were flooding my mind. "ok, ok. just breathe, don't freak out." I say to myself reassuringly. 'ok, now is your time, just sit up.' I take in four deep breaths as I push myself up with my arms, crawling over to a tree to rest on. 'ok, that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.' after I sit against the tree for some time I decide that I have to get up eventually. I inevitably stand up, feeling winded as I hunch over. 'ok, now I've just got to find some place with people.' after another minutes rest I sit up, look around, and then make an important discovery "I'm lost, very lost." Deciding that I could get a better look around if I get higher I find a large tree, that could easily hold my weight. after the first few branches I can sort of see a clearing in the trees, as I climb higher I can see a clear path of trees cleared out. "nothing natural about that. I think." as I climb down I realize that my energy has returned, at least a portion of it. when I land I head into the direction of the path, wondering what I could find. 'roads? a town? a cabin? some food? maybe a-' is all I can say as I reach the path "neat pile of trees?" I ask myself.
On the path there are fallen trees. Huge trees, like the ones I've just climbed. The trees were all neatly lain down as if the trees just all decided to fall over in the same direction. This path was at least forty-feet wide, what was weirder was the fact the they were cut almost down to the same length. Deciding that this is a terrible, yet the only thing, I could do was follow the direction the trees were pointing. while I was walking I noticed that there were no noises, no birds, squirrels, rabbits, mice, just silence. When I reached the end of the fallen trees, what I saw startled me quite a bit. the trees slices inclined until only the trees tips were getting nicked. not knowing what to I decide have a look at the sky, the sun was in the middle of the sky. as I tried to figure out if it was noon or after I saw a little spot in the sky. 'oh, thank you. its just a bird, please be a bird' I decide that it is just a bird. After that near freak out I decide to tray and climb a tree again, only to notice one thing, "am I really THAT blind?" I ask myself as I only just now notice the snow topped mountain.
As I look closer at the mountain incase I missed anything I would regret later, I can see a foot path on a small ledge. "that's good, at least," I say as I start to jog to the mountain. after what felt like years, I finally made it too the foot path, noting that I should get some thick clothes from who ever built this road. A thought struck my mind 'what if the people who build this are dead? no wait, too little erosion. what if they are no friendly? what if they use slave labor?' after another cold wind hit the path I decided, better to die a warm slave then a slow death by hypothermia. as I follow the path I notice that the sky is getting darker already and that I should pick up the pace before I freeze in the night. in two minutes time I regret the decision as I slip and slide down the side, screaming in surprise and pain as I feel a sharp pain in my foot. I can only lay there, yelling for help, not moving for fear of my foot being broken. As the cold surrounds me, feeling fatigued I think i can hear someone shouting, "he's over here!" the steps become louder as who ever comes closer to me.
"hey, are you ok?" The now male voice says, in a thick Scottish accent, "get him to the village, he's ice cold," I heard him say to another person.
"n-na, I'm. good. Ok, I'm, taking a nap. M'kay?" I barely get out as darkness surrounds me, passing in and out of consciousness, the pain in my leg waking me up, from being carried by the man who I only got a quick look at as I passed out again. he was rather large, both of muscle and weight, more so of muscle. The jarring of me from my carriers running felt like the earth was shaking beneath my feet. through my closed eyes I could see flashing lights, feeling the warmth of small fires as we slowed down.
The last thing I saw before I fell into a coma like sleep, was a woman. Her face was fragile looking, a friendly and worried look was shown clearly. She also had welcoming green eyes, when I saw them I felt at home, like I didn't have to worry where I came from, or who I was, only that I could see those eyes again. "thank you, now make sure he-" is all I could hear as I finally fell into my slumber, all I new then was that I may very well not wake up.
That night I dreamt of flying over this land, getting a high view of the apparent island I was on. While I was flying I could feel the wind in my face, in my hair, then all of a sudden I stopped. In mid air, I just hovered, then I fell. As I was falling I was crying out, flailing my limbs as I was falling, screaming at the top of my lungs. Then the world faded in an instant, as if it was projected on a screen that I fell through, into the endless darkness.