Sketches
This technically is not my first fanfiction story I will be publishing, but I'm still learning how to write and how to use it self. In other words, hi! I'm new in fanfiction and in this file I'll be publishing snips for stories I will write in the future. Also, I will expose my self to criticism in this little snips I'll be sharing with you guys, as I said before, I'm still learning how to write, what my style is, and everything in between. I will take critics on how good or bad my writing, but I will not write to please an audience but for the joy of writing. Now I have nothing else to say-err write. Nothing else to write, so with no farther... Howe ever it is written, and enjoy this part of a story.
Oh yeah! I do not own How to train your dragon.
Hiccup slender
How did he end up like this? It all had started as a normal day, the normal routine. Wake up, breakfast, flight, academy… But instead of going to the academy, he had seen a shadow in the woods and followed it. He dismounted Toothless after getting in land, and walked for a few minutes. Next thing he knows he's surrounded by magic fog that comes out of nowhere, Toothless isn't around, and he runs for dear life to get away from him. No, not him, it.
He kind of knew what this thing did to unfortunately souls. Just like me. It would chase it's pray for fun, and when the pray couldn't go any farther, It would snatch them and take them to Thor knows where. Those souls would be never seen again. And now he was too going to become one of those lost souls.
But why?
Why?
This creature was suppose to be just a legend. Stories to scare little kids and teach them to never disobey their parents.
IT wasn't suppose to be real. IT wasn't suppose to be chasing him. IT wasn't suppose to want him.
So why was this even happening?
And why hasn't he got out of the forest yet!
Where was Toothless!
He needed to find him.
That was what was encouraging to keep running, even if he was exhausted and completely out of breath, he needed to see his best friend was ok. And if IT hadn't done something to him. But even he had a limit.
No matter how much he had trained his running in the times when dragon and vikings were at war, he had to stop. And he did.
He turned around to see any sign of IT. But nothing was at sight, only the fog. He sunk to the ground; leaning against what he thought was a tree. Still gasping for his breath, he started to formulate a plan to at least communicate to Toothless. A Night Fury call would do just the thing, but not until he had a little of oxygen in his lungs. He moved his head slightly and was surprised on how soft the tree was. It could easily be mistaken by…
Fabric!
He yanked to his fee-err foot and turned. He tried to call Toothless, scream for help, but not even a gasp could find a way out of his throat. IT found him.
IT.
Found.
Him.
No expression on his face, not a face at all. And even so, with a face as white as paper, stared at him. Weird, black clothing, which explain the "soft tree" situation. Standing. Tall, thin, and long thin arms. One of them reaching to Hiccup's face.
Nothing could be done.
Everything became black. And Hiccup was property of IT.
This was written in December 28th 2014. I know it may not count in written texts of mine since the way I write now could have change since then. But… I still use it as inspiration to write other pieces of writing I have store in my factory.
Thank you for reading and I'll wait for your written opinions.
A.k.a. reviews.
Thank you again.