Hi. I usually don't submit things that I write, because it's never any good. But a little while ago, I was on the forums at schoolofdragons (it's an online game for httyd :D) and I came across a forum topic that was quite interesting. It was a game of sorts, where you had to write a short story from the perspective of the viking, and then write the same story again from the perspective of the dragon. As I said, most of what I write isn't any good, but I'm kinda happy with how my entry turned out. It's only very short, but tell me what you think of it :D
Viking PoV:
I stood frozen in place, eyes fixed on the strange sight before me. Slightly afraid, struggling to comprehend, I just watched as the sheep slowly floated upwards into the air. "Baa..." clearly it was just as confused as I was. I stepped forwards, and slowly reached out to the poor thing, not really sure what I intended to do. Help it get down maybe. But I couldn't, because the moment I got near it, it shot upwards again, and out of my reach. I knew my sheep had been disappearing from my farm for a while now, but I had assumed they were just escaping. I never would have thought they were floating away...
The weather was getting warmer as winter was coming to an end. Spring was causing the snow to melt away, but there were still patches of white all around the farm where it had not yet thawed. I stepped back from the floating sheep, and slipped on the ice. I would have managed to steady myself again, but the shock of what happened next sent me crashing to the ground in fear and confusion. A dragon suddenly appeared before me, red scales glistening in the sunlight, bright green eyes staring into mine. And the poor sheep held tightly in its jaws. A changewing. That explains the "floating" sheep.
It let out a low growl and slowly, carefully, placed the sheep back on the ground, allowing it to escape to the safety of its flock. As the dragon stalked closer to me, I realized that I was its new target. I backed away as quickly as I could, not even daring to stand. As I reached the fence surrounding the sheep pen, I knew there was nowhere for me to run. I was afraid, sure that this would be my end. I felt nothing but fear. Heard nothing but the dragon's menacing growls, and my own heartbeat growing faster with every second. Saw nothing but the changewing's big green eyes, its razor sharp teeth ready to strike.
But I was a viking. To show fear was to show weakness. Carefully, I stood and faced the beast. I was not going to give it the satisfaction of frightening me. Determined to stare it down until the very last second, desperately hoping it didn't pick up on the intense fear that consumed me. I looked into its eyes once again and saw anger. Hate. But also, something else. Something I couldn't place. Fear, maybe? No, it couldn't be. This was a dragon after all.
And then, something changed. I'm not entirely sure what happened, or why, but one moment the dragon was there, and then...it wasn't. I fell to my knees, shaking, too shocked and relieved to question why it left. And yet, there was a part of me that was sad that it had...