Well, I have to say I'm in an odd position. One of which where I'm totally filled with the feeling to write, but not enough to write my book or continue one fanfic I've already started. So what does one do?
Well, after watching the best animated film this year (without doubt) for God knows at least the tenth time, I'm going to start another one. Oh boy, am I smart. But I think that if I stay true to it, I'll be able to play this one nicely. Remember to review! ^^
Blazing flame. Passionate, Ecstatic.
The Wicked curve of the lunar blade
Stars, the sparks of the blade
clashing with the inferno.
Soaring in the brilliant light
cloud's cool and moist embrace.
Comforting, but energizing.
Reviving, like morn.
Cool also is darkness, quick and unnoticed.
Warm as well as twisted. A vast blanket home to the proud trickster.
Lulling you to dreams, leaving Earth.
Vulnerable, both preying and playing.
Brave, but not incompetent.
Vigilant, but not focused.
Burning, but not searing.
Alive and never dead, but not awake.
Not calm, but collected.
Not genius, but calculating.
Not merciful, but kind.
Murderous, genocidal, but not killing. Never evil.
The flame rises, the blade falls.
The blade returns, the flame retreats.
Red, azure, blue, black, pink, red, azure, blue...
The clashing of flame and blade, ironically also a treaty.
A prime opportunity in turn. Soaring still, together they take the chance.
Evening with Day. Dusk as dawn. Crimson-Gold Twilight.
Perfectly incomplete. Juxtaposed through separation.
The flame and blade observe o'er them as they embrace without touching.
Soaring as one. Night and Morning. Fury and Glory.
Stoick read over the parchment once more as the village elder watched his reactions with wise eyes. A Viking who was reading would by itself tell somebody something was seriously off if not urgent. To read it twice, well… folks hold on to your helms. Stoick removed his own helmet and set it on the table, leaving his hand free to scratch away at his head in confusion. He finally looked up from the parchment at the elder again, his eyes hiding any emotion. The elder's stare was the same as she waited for Stoick's response.
"… Ok, explain to me again what this is."
The elder moaned loudly in frustration before picking up her staff and bonking Stoick's unguarded head with ferocity that, though not fitting of her age, reflected her strong Viking blood. "Agh!" Stoick yelped in more surprise than pain. "With all due respect elder…what in Odin's name was that for!" The elder merely grimaced at Stoick in disappointment before saying, "Well, maybe a good thwack to the head will make it work better! Think Stoick! Make me proud and assured of my choice in you as Chief." Stoick grunted before shifting uncomfortably on the small stool he was sitting upon. In the elder's hut, everything was small; the fire pit, the tables, the seats, the window. Stoick was not accustomed to things being small. Everything in his house was large and heavy, which was accustomed of any proud Viking.
…Well, almost everything in his house was big.
"Stoick, I don't have prophetic dreams like these for no reason. It was powerful, and obviously involving your son and his comrade," the elder said, trying to bring the man's attention back to her. "Well, isn't it your duty to interpret these visions of yours. How do you figure that this involves Hiccup anyway? Nothing about him pops up in these words-" The elder raised her hand for silence as she reached for her charcoal stick without taking a stern gaze off of Stoick. She then took the parchment back and underlined two words at the end of the words.
Soaring as one. Night and Morning. Fury and Glory.
Stoick gawked bewildered at how worked up the elder was. "That's it. You believe that just because the words Night and Fury are close together that it must have some significance to my son and his…pet!" Within another second, Stoick had received another bonk on the head. "The Night Fury is NOT his pet, Stoick the Vast!" The elder screeched. "It is his lifelong comrade. His partner. By all means they may as well be brothers. But if that dragon is anything, it is NOT a pet." Stoick only grumbled as he quelled his anger and rubbed his head. The elder calmed down as she adopted a kinder face. "Oh, Stoick. You must understand that the time of fighting dragons is over. You are not the only one who has difficulty accepting this new era, I understand," she told the Viking Chief calmly. "However, it was your son that enlightened and saved our tribe and the dragons. And as such, you of all our tribesmen should be the most willing to cooperate with the beasts besides of course Hiccup. Different they may be he and the Night Fury are bound together in destiny. Without each other, they may as well not exist. In more ways than one, without each other, they could not live." At this point, the elder raised a finger as she had an epiphany before underlining another piece of the prophecy.
Perfectly incomplete. Juxtaposed through separation.
Stoick merely shook his head slowly as he still had a hard time wrapping his head around it. "I just don't see any warning or danger or foretelling of doom in this, Elder," Stoic finally said. "What should I even look out for if it doesn't say these things? Should I train my men for battle? Should we fish instead of hunt this year? Should we pack up and abandon our island? It doesn't tell me these things, so I can't react 'as any chief would'.
The elder merely shrugged her shoulders childishly. "I am wise Stoick, but not all knowing. The Norns have weaved a fate, and I believe the ever-devious Loki himself presented this to me as to make this no longer a secret among the divine. Alas, it is like him to do so in a riddle," she explained to Stoick. "But what ever it may mean, the Night Fury and therefore your son play a key role in this, and I will not see your pride and fool hardiness leave him unguarded, unprepared, and distant from what lies ahead of him."
"True, it isn't wise to leave Hiccup alone and undefended." Stoick paused and then put on a devious smile. "However, as you said wise elder, Hiccup and that beast are bound like brothers. There is rarely a moment when they are not together, and what do we know that could defeat the most feared dragon for generations among our clan?" The elder wore a grim face before leaning closer to Stoick. "That is where we are weak, Stoick the Vast," she whispered solemnly, as if wanting to avoid being noticed or caught. "We are not facing anything we know. What we have stumbled upon is but a scrap of the void that is the unknown. All I ask is that you are wary of the happenings in your son's life."
"Well, as I've been told before," Stoick said as he looked at the hut's window with a grin, "I can only prepare that boy. For all I know, he could be out there right now, knee-deep in this mess you've conjured up."
So, for all those who don't know, he are some snippits of Norse mythos to clear any confusion. Most likely, you all know about them already. You're all smart people either way, lol.
- Odin, is the chief deity in the Norse pantheon, representing the All-Father and a wise leader. He has one eye, the other traded for infinite wisdom. He has two crows perched on his shoulders that observe the world and report to him, dubbed fittingly Thought and Memory. He also has an eight legged equine mount named Slipinir who can gallop across anything be it earth, air, or sea.
- Loki is an Ettin, a fiery elemental deity, who represents trickery, change, and chaos. He never really does go with Odin's flow, so you see why it would be him to reveal a secret like this one to the people of earth. Other pranks he pulls include creating foul beasts. These include Fenrir, the great wolf, and Yormangand or Jormurgandr, the great dragon nomming away at the base of Yggdrasil. And who knows, if he made Yormangand whose to say he wasn't the love counselor for Lightning and Death… ok, that was bad.
- The Norns are the Norse equivalents of the Greek Fates. They create or foresee the destinies of everyone and inform the higher ups. There are three; Urd, Verdande, and Skuld.
Moving on, I would like to thank anyone who got this far and wish that they have become interested. I am looking for beta readers and even characters you may wish to put in here, but we'll wait on that until the story progresses and I manage to conjure up an OC sheet. Thanks for reading, leave a helpful tip/review/grammar error catch... and a fish for Toothless. (^w^)
