A/N Hello, people! This is a story about how Hiccup broke the Dragon Jewel and ended the dragons. Sad, yes. Terrible, yes. Blame Cressida Cowell. This is kind of the movie version. Don't hate me!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HTTYD or anything from it, etc, etc... on with the show!
Prologue
Do you remember the Dragon Jewel? The last in a series of tests set by Grimbeard the Gahstly, the last great King of the Wilderwest, for he believed they could only be accomplished by a man greater than he was, more deserving of the title of king.
And so... Grimbeard renounced his throne. His Viking city on the island of Tomorrow was in flames, destroyed by the dragons in what had been a peace negotiation, but soon turned into a bloodbath.
The deaths on both sides were so great that the harbor turned red, littered with corpses.
Grimbeard sailed into the west, where no one but me and my friends have ever returned from. He left his King's things, in terrible, dangerous places, guarded by terrible, dangerous dragons. Some dragons really are monsters.
His own dragon, too, he named a King's Thing, and told it to be fierce and horrible, so that no one would dare to approach him or his descendants, for this dragon was one of the last five of his kind, the Night Furies. The full amount of king's things is in the prophecy:
The dragontime is coming. Only a king can save you now. The king shall be the champion of all champions.
You will know the king by the king's lost things.
A fang-free dragon,
My second-best sword,
My Roman shield,
The arrow-from-the-land-that-does-not-exist,
The Heart's stone,
The key-that-opens-all-locks,
The ticking-thing,
The throne,
The crown,
The last and best of all the ten, the Dragon Jewel will save all men.
You see, the Dragon Jewel held a curse, a terrible curse, that had the ability to destroy every living dragon, and erase all evidence that dragons had ever existed, leaving not a bone, not a fang, nothing, for the people of the future to remember them by.
I never meant to break the stone. I never meant to kill my best friend.
No one has trusted me since. Astrid finally did, but it took her a year. Our child and grandchildren give me wary looks.
As I got older, people just passed me off as a crazy old man. Bit like Mildew, in my day, but not a complainer, just crazy.
That day was horrible for everyone, bonded with a dragon or not.
This is a story about the day it happened, and about an old friend who saved me from myself.
Who am I?
I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Chief of Berk, King of the Wilderwest, The Dragon Master, The Dragon Whisperer, and The DragonSoul.
I am the third mistake.
I am the boy who should never have been born.
A/N What do you think so far? Bad? Good? I won't update until I get ten reviews, all from different people. Evil, you say? Yes, I know. :) DRAGONSFOREVER!