Heya! Ehe so Second Fic… I hope you guys like it.
How To Train Your Dragon is NOT MINE.
It was quite inside our homes especially at night and it its safe to say every house in this god forsaken island is. If you wanted to stay alive just obey and be quite. It wasn't always like this; back then this village is like any normal village you see. People are happy; they can go out and do their jobs without the fear of getting executed on the spot.
"Astrid, dear eat your dinner. It's getting cold." I look up and look at my mother who was looking at me before she continues on eating. I didn't realized that I was spacing out again. "And you should stop thinking about your friend." She said softly to me. She knows that his death really affected me. "Their death… affected everyone in this village." We never thought that our strong chief would fall so easily.
"No! Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Me and our mother instantly get up from our chairs and quietly peek through the close window, careful not to alert them that we are watching. Opening the window wide enough for us to look through but not wide enough for them to notice us peeking.
Outside we could see another one of our fellow villager surrounded by the 'Heads' men. I don't really know the man but I am sure my mother does. "Astrid" She whispers to me. "Go to your room and don't make as sound no matter what you hear or see." It`s not like the first time I see another Berkian get executed for a crime they didn't commit but I follow my mother`s words.
Lying on my back and facing my rooms ceiling, I could still hear the screams of pains and their wicked cackle. I always think that they are just killing us just for fun and not for a crime. For 13 years of living in fear under his rule you will be able to sleep through the cries of pain that echoes throughout this village.
Turning my head to the right I could see the axe that my mother gave me before it all went to hell. It was there I could see it leaning on the wall, beckoning me to grab it and hack my way through them and show them that Us Hairy Hooligans are not that easy to break.
But I know even if I did try my mother would suffer the consequences of my actions even if I die and she plea of innocence we would meet in the afterlife.
Making my way towards the dock I see the unfortunate man who was chosen to be the toy of their sadistic game. In the middle of the town square they decided to hang him for all of us to see.
If a normal person would see the body of the man, he or she would have either vomited or fainted at the sight. Cuts and bruise littered his body. Tortured beyond recognition if it wasn't for the grieving family we wouldn't know who it was.
Any person would have been shaking by now if they realized that they would live like this every day. But not us our late chief wouldn't want that. "Hey." I didn't realize that I was now standing in front of the small boat. "Have you seen it?" He asks.
I enter the small vessel and ready our equipment without looking at him." Of course I would, Fishlegs. Everyone would see it." I said to him finally looking at him.
We remain silent as we try to fill our quota. "Do you think they're still out there?" I look at him with curiosity. His look so distant like he`s imagining a different world." You know… Dragons." He continues.
I heard about this 'Dragons' from my mother, she once told me that back then there were once powerful reptilian creature that inhabited the land, sea, but they dominate surely in the sky. She said that Vikings once battle with the ferocious beast. Then they all vanish, leaving no trace that they ever existed.
"How should I know, they disappear before we were even born." I said to him while staring at the vast sea that holds many secrets. For all I know Dragons are much better than an army of invader occupying our land.
It was night time when Fishlegs and I were able to get back to Berk. As usual we were search and question by the guards before they allowed us to get back to our home.
This is the first time that I feel uneasy standing in front of our home. It was to quite. "Mom…" I said quietly as I open the door. Empty, cold, devoid of life. My knees started to feel like jelly, I can practically hear my heart like it was about to burst out of my chest.
I didn't take the usual route towards home, through the town square. I can't breathe. No. Please not her. Not my mother.
No sign of her inside our home. I feel warm liquid stream down my cheeks. I haven't cry since they took away father from us.
My knees gave up on me as I see her. I wanted to scream but no words came out as they remained stuck in my throat. I wanted to grab my axe and avenge her, but my body won't move. I wanted to turn away so I can`t see her pained face.
Why? Why does she have to suffer? What did she do to deserve this? Get cut all over; get to be the target of their fists. Get hang for no reason at all?
Why my mother? Why did you choose her as an example at the town square? Isn't it enough that you rule over us?
'Astrid' I could hear her voice.
"Yes mother?" I whisper to the wind.
'Go to your room.' I could feel her hands holding my shoulder.
'And don`t make a sound.'
'No matter what you see…'
'Or Hear.' "I am sorry, mother…" I said to myself. My eyes never leaving her body.
No more. This has gone long enough…
So umm… whatya guys think?