Dont own How to Train Your Dragon! Gwen is the girl verson of Hiccup, Eric is the boy version of Astrid, and Toothless... Toothless is still Toothless, just as a girl. Enjoy! Oh, another thing. I didnt like how incompetent Hiccup was, so i made Gwen a little more competent. Its not big changes... I mean, she can throw an ax and such. Okay, now enjoy!
Why Me?
Thor's hammer... This is crazy!
Yeah. i'm very discriptive when i'm thinking.
Okay... Lets try this again...
What is Gobber thinking?! Why is he just letting that Gronkle out?! This man is insane!
Thats so much better... Okay. Lets start with that.
What is Gobber thinking?! Why is he just letting that Gronkle out?! This man is insane!
I dove to the left, this thought gliding through my mind. Funny, because the Gronkle was just gliding at me... Or more accuratly, buzzing at me. Seriously, those things are like overgrown bees...
"Ahh!" I whip my head up. My first thought? Thank Odin the Gronkle's not coming at me... Second thought? Snotlout has a really girly scream. I snorted as i watched him run away. That idiot was trying to impress Eric again. Theres really no point though. The boy was only intent on being the best in their dragon training class. He didnt care about anything else. Well, apart from his ax...
Speaking of Eric's ax, i watched him throw it at the Gronkle. it spun, handle over blade, and nailed the Gronkle right between the eyes...
With the handle. Now it was pissed off. It opened its mouth all wide and junk and hissed. Okay, part bee and part cat... What else? Part hippo? I snickered.
"Gwen! Get in there!" I sighed when i heard Gobber's insistive voice. He wanted us to survive, and yet he tells me to leave my safe spot behind a rack of weapons! He needs to make up his mind... But still. I had to get out there. I took a deep breath a rolled out from behind the rack. I sprinted the rest of the way to a big boulder and dove behind it, expecting plenty of room to crouch down in and hide-
"Ow!" The word was quite muffled, but i still heard it from behind my shield. Seriously...? First day of training and i've already hit a fellow trainee. Just my luck... And then i was sailing through the air. I landed on the ground with an Ummph, as all the air left my skinny body. I rolled over onto my stomach and gasped like a landed fish. All the while my eyes were darting around, trying to locate the Gronkle. I finally spotted it, chasing Fishlegs around. I vaguely heard Gobber screaming at me, but now i was focusing on the person before me.
"Gwen, you have to get up! Come on!" The angry voice penetrated my ears and suddenly i was back on the arena floor with air flooding through my lungs. I shoved the hand away and jumped to my feet. Eric glared at me from behind blonde bangs.
"Are you stupid? Just how incompetent (theres that word again...) are you?!" His furious blue eyes bored into my emerald green ones. I wasnt even focused on the Viking boy. I had finally located my shield. As soon as i had it in my sights i made a dash for it. Funny... I mentally frowned. I dont hear any trainees getting attacked... So wheres the Gronkle...?
And for the second time that day i was on my back with no air in my lungs. When i looked up i found Eric pinning me down. "What is with you and knocking me down?" I whispered furiously, shoving him off me. "What is with you and needing to be shoved down?" He glared at me again. I looked up and spotted the Gronkle. Finally. And then i groaned. Of course it would be heading straight for us... Why not? The only downed people in the arena... I thought furiously as i grabbed the nearest shield and shoved it in front of myself. I felt Eric roll away, but it was definitely to late for me. I felt the fireball connect with the shield and threw me backwards. I slammed against the arena wall and felt something inside me crack.
Not a pleasant feeling.
I lost my breath for the third time that day. But i quickly forgot about breathing as the Gronkle leaned over me, mouth opened wide and the beginnings of a fireball kindling... And suddenly my ears were ringing and Gobber had hooked the Gronkle's lip.
"How many shots does a Gronkle have?" He called out. "Six! And that was his final one... Go back to bed, you overgrown sausage!" He shoved the Gronkle in its cage and turned to me.
"Gwen?! Gwen, look at me!" I felt something wet slide down my shirt. I knew it was blood. My eyesight was going blurry, but i could've sworn Eric had just crouched in front of me with fear and worry in his eyes... He had only ever looked at me with disdain...
And then everything went black.
I hoped you enjoyed! Don't worry, i'll write the second chapter some time later tonight. Please reveiw and tell me how to improve! Thanks! :)