Author's note: Okay I'm scrapping the competition. No one is sending entries in anyway here's a new story set in the How To Train Your Dragon universe! Hurray! Freyja is the name of the goddess of love in norse mythology. She's also associated with gold, war and death accoding to Wikipedia :P For this roleplay Freyja will be named after the goddess of love.
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the entire island of Frazia. Nothing else!
Freyja's POV (Lol no not the norse goddess, the main character is called Freyja XD)
"Freyja, go wake your sister," Mother orders. "It's almost time for you to go out and get your dragon eggs and she has not come down for breakfast." I groan and get down from my seat. I'm Freyja by the way. My mother named me after the norse goddess of love for some reason. I roll my eyes at that thought as I climb up the ladder to the bedroom I share with my older sister, Olga. I should explain my family a bit. My father is a close friend of the chief so our family tends to get certain privileges that other families don't. For example, we have a slightly bigger than average. Of course, our family aren't in charge so the chief's house is bigger and the chief's children get first pick of dragon egg, we have to choose with the others. The current chief, Adalag the Mighty, has two children. A son and a daughter named Ingrid and Odinn. They may be sibling but they are very different. Ingrid is the eldest child and is generally very sweet, kind and rather shy with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes.. She's my sister's best friend and often comes around with her changewing, Palette. Odinn on the other hand is a nightmare with short dark hair and dark brown eyes. He's the stubborn guy that gets everything he wants and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He thinks everyone loves him and is also the bully but no one can do anything about it as that would be insulting the chief. He cares only for himself but, unfortunately, he's the heir to his father's seat as chief. To my misfortune, he's the same age as me and so often takes the time to annoy me I'm getting off topic, let's get back to my family. My sister, Olga, is two years older than me. She is around the same age as Ingrid, both sixteen years old. They both have dragons of their own. Olga's dragon is a stormcutter named Slicewing. He's a bit snappy around our parents but adores me and Olga. I find Olga sitting on her bed playing with slicewing, who has grown quite a bit during two years. He's reached juvenile stage so he is still allowed in the house. In one year he won't be as he'll be too big. "Morning Freyja!" Olga says cheerfully. I sit on the bed opposite her and wave. "You better go downstairs, mother's getting impatient," I say. Olga nods and stands, bending down slightly to let Slicewing jump onto his favourite perch on her shoulder. As she walks down to the ladder, I stand and slowly walk after her. So begins the day that I have both been dreading and waiting excitedly for.
After breakfast Mother shooed both me and Olga out of the house. "Big day today, huh?" Olga asks trying to break the silence. I nod silently. "It's okay to be nervous little sis," She sighed. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?" I nod again. Olga sighs again giving up. I guess its time to tell you about myself now, isn't it? Well, as you know my name is Freyja and I live on island called Frazia. I'm fourteen years old and today is the day I get my dragon egg. The dragon that comes from the egg I choose today will be my partner for life so you have to choose well. I have ginger hair that reaches just past my shoulder and dark green eyes and I am nothing special despite the name. I don't talk much, not because I'm shy just because I don't like to talk to people. The other kids think I'm a freak because of that, which to be honest I believe that's true. I'm not completely normal because I've ended up with a rare skill that barely anyone has. I can understand dragonese, the language of the dragons. I found out when I was about six years old. I was sitting by my father's monstrous nightmare, Fireworm (A/N: Woot if you get the reference to the HTTYD books :D I will explain at the bottom if you don't) playing with his tail when I heard this strange voice. Stop pulling on my tail please. I had looked around but the room was empty apart from me and Fireworm so I continued. I heard the same message again with the exact same voice. That's when I began to put the pieces together. I had almost screamed when I realised I could hear her. (A/N: Fireworm is a girl, I think. Correct me if I'm wrong) I shake the memory from my head. I've learnt to ignore the dragon's voices. I don't know why it took six years of my life to find out, maybe because I didn't understand the words, so don't ask. "Okay, little sis," Olga says breaking me out of my reverie. "We're here!"
We choose our eggs inside the dragon training arena. After a month, when all the eggs have hatched we will return to this very arena to train our dragons. Three long tables sit on each side, making a total of six tables. On the tables are boxes of dragon eggs with a label of which dragon will hatch from them. I stand on the outskirts of the group of eager fourteen year olds. They all know what they are choosing but I don't. "Hey Freyja, there you are!" I look over my shoulder to see my best friend, Olaf running over. "I couldn't find you," he pants. I can't help but chuckle. "You know which dragon you're choosing Olaf?" I ask curiously. He nods grinning, but still breathless. Has he been running? "I think I'm going to go for a thunder drum!" He says excitedly, catching his breath back. "You?" I shrug my shoulders and grin. "No idea!" I say with a smirk. "Let's see how fate will turn out, shall we?" Olaf grins back at me and nods. "That we shall, my dear!" He teases. I giggle slightly and look to the front as I hear footsteps. Olaf is one of the few people I'm happy talking with. Him and Olga – though when I'm nervous I don't talk to her.
Walking towards us is a large man with light brown hair and a small brown beard. "Hello there, young 'uns!" He greets enthusiastically. "The name is Smith and I'll be helping you choose your dragons today!" This is met with most of the group cheering loudly. Everyone except me, as usual. "Right, as per tradition, Odinn will choose first as he is the son of the chief. After him you will go up one by one to choose an egg. A warning though, once you have chosen you can't change your mind. Well Odinn, your turn to choose!" Odinn struts up from the group and looks at all the choices available. Eventually his eyes settle on a dark purple egg in a box labelled Skrill. I gulp, skrills are notorious for being very fast, very clever and very deadly. Instead of fire they shoot lightning, which is what makes them so deadly, and if Odinn has chosen to raise a skrill. Well, that's not good! People go up one by one and choose their eggs. Olaf does end up picking a thunder drum egg. Soon, it's my turn. The eyes of everyone in the group, for some strange reason, is on me. I can feel it though I refuse to look back at them. Instead I look along all the tables trying to decide. I scowl frustratedly at nobody in particular in the pure annoyance of not knowing what dragon I want. I'm just about to say that I won't have a dragon when I spot it. It's an egg, hidden awaybehind the box of deadly nadder eggs. I walk over to get a closer look. The egg is mainly black but decorated with dark blue swirls. It's not blue as in the ocean, it's blue like an evening sky and the black is like midnight. Smith walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "I want this one," I say. Smith looks shocked. "You do?" He asks, brow furrowed in confusion. "You sure about that, Lass? We don't know what species is in this egg…" he trails off as he sees the look I'm giving him. "I want this one," I say again, this time with more determination. Smith just sighs and nods. He walks past me, picks up the egg and gives it to me.
I return home still tense with nerves. Olga sits on a chair playing with Slicewing, her long pale blond hair hanging loose. A few strands hang in front of her pale blue eyes. "Hey," I greet sitting next to her on the floor. Slicewing's attention goes from Olga to my egg that I'm clutching in my hands. What's that? I chuckle at the young stormcutter's curiosity. "It's an egg," I answer in dragonese. Over the years I taught myself how to speak it as well as understand it. It was long and tiring and I'm not going to go over the process. Oh, what's inside it? I reach down and pet the dragon on the head. "There's a dragon hatchling inside," I chuckle. I grin and look up at Olga, who stares at me in awe. She and Olaf are the only ones who accept my 'gift' and appreciate it. My parents have learnt to accept it but they don't necessarily approve of it. They try to hide it at all costs. "What dragon did you choose?" She asked curiously, sliding onto the floor next to me. I shrugged at her. "No idea," I laugh. "They don't know what kind of egg this is!" Olga looks astonished for a second before looking excited. "Nice!" She compliments. "Shall we go put it in a hatching box?" I nod happily, standing up as quickly as I can without dropping the egg. Olga climbs the ladder first, then takes the egg out of my hands. I run to the kitchen and look under the counters. "There it is!" I say happily, pulling out a wooden box filled with hay. I walk back over to the ladder and pass it up to Olga. I return to where I found the box and get a metal tray and some small twigs. I pass them up to Olga before climbing up myself. We clear a space ad put the tray down on the table, place the twigs in a little pile in the centre of the tray and put the box on top. "Mother placed fresh hay in the box last night," Olga says before she puts the egg inside. I nod and grin. I can only just contain my excitement. In one month that egg will hatch and I will find out what dragon I've got. For now, I'll just have to lay back and wait.