The boy from somewhere else

Most people believed that the fact of other realities existing was as laughable a matter as a pig wearing a hat. Then again, most people seemed to believe that Ava Roberts had her life completely under control. But as all these kinds of stories go, more chaos was thrown into her life, and his name was Hiccup Haddock.

It was the fourteenth of August two thousand and nineteen. The best, and also the worst day in the history of Ava's entire life. Also, annoyingly enough, it just so happened to be her sixteenth birthday. She never did anything special for her birthday, the only reason she seemed to like it was because it was just another year closer to being able to get out of Limbridge, the small country town she called home, and a great excuse to bake a cake for herself and then eat all of it.

As usual she was home alone. Her parents decided that this was the perfect time to go away on a trip together because of the beginning of the school holidays, therefore they wouldn't have to drive her to and from the school's bus stop every day, because yes, they really do live in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

She wasn't mad that they had forgotten her birthday or the fact that they left her completely alone in their fancy yet ugly two-story house. You could say that she actually enjoyed spending all the time by herself as her parents did when they decided to build the house here. It was a bit of a weird and lonely place to raise a child, but Ava had learnt to call it home. Well at least for now.

A great storm was raging towards the few houses and residents in Limbridge, but Ava paid it no attention as she was sitting cross legged on the floor and staring into the contents of her oven.

It was a big fat ugly oven that her father liked to call vintage, but it was just old and honestly a piece of crap. It would turn its self-off every three minutes, so she would have to sit and watch it while her self-made chocolate cake took its good old time to bake. There was only four minutes left until she could finally drown it in ice-cream and enjoy herself without her mother making a crude comment about it catching up on her one day.

Her eyes sparkled as she watched her dessert to be and her hands were busy fiddling with the messy blonde braids her mother had done for her on Friday. She had wanted her daughter to look her very best for the last day of school before the holidays, and while it had looked nice on the day, now she has slept with them twice and they seemed to lose all form and make her look like she had rolled around on the floor.

The soft sound of sprinkling rain filled the quite house as the storm slowly moved closer. Ava didn't give it a second thought because as of now there was only three minutes left till her cake was ready. The smell of rich chocolate was so good she can almost taste it when she stuck her tongue out and breathed in deeply through her nose.

Two minutes left. The oven switches off and she lets out an annoyed huff before casually kicking it. It groans and flickers back to life.

One minute left. She shuffles closer.

Fifty seconds.

Forty seconds. The soft sprinkle of rain turns to a shower.

Thirty seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Ten seconds left.

Five,

four,

three,

two-

Ava let out a high pitched yell as flash of lightning lit up the kitchen. For a single moment she was blinded and then with a bang the light was gone all at once. She stood up and slowly felt her way around the room. The darn lightning must have struck the power lines by the front of the property and cut off the power to her house. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Limbridge had a reputation for terrible weather and a storm like this was almost a monthly occurrence.

She used the walls to guide herself to the cabinet where the torches and everything else they owned and had no other place else to store was kept. Pulling out the small boxes of torches and candles, she grabbed the first torch she could get and clicked it on. Using the main torch, she did her normal routine every time the power when off. Soon every candle and torch she owned was creating a little patch of light in its coordinated area.

Now with her hands free again, she slipped on her mother's pink oven mitts and opened the oven. It was difficult to see what her cake looked like in the semi darkness, but it smelled divine and that was good enough for her. She reached in and grabbed the handles of the cake pan. As she was pulling it out the torches began to flicker, and the candles went out.

"What in the world- "

The whole house shook as another crash of lightning lit up the room. With a squeak of terror, the cake pan slipped out of Ava's hands and splat upside-down onto the floor.

"You've got to be bloody kidding me."

It was so dark she couldn't even see her hands when she held them just centimeters away from her own face. She again tried to feel her way around to grab the first torch she could find. Before she could even work out which part of the kitchen she was standing in, the house's lights sputtered back to life and the ovens annoying chime went off. It was the bell that was supposed to tell her when her cake was ready but to her most disappointment it was now splattered across the floor. Definitely not cooked enough.

The good thing was the power was back on and that meant that the TV was again in working order. The bad thing was now that there was chocolate cake covering the kitchen floor. She decided that cleaning up the mess could wait till tomorrow. No one should have to clean up anything on their birthday.

Now that the cake was no longer an option, ice-cream was the only thing on her mind. She grabbed a spoon and waddled over to the freezer. Before she could even decide between salted caramel or cookie crumble a loud bang echoed through the house. She dropped her spoon and her breath caught in her throat. The noise had come from the front of the house and this time it was definitely not thunder.

There wasn't another person who lived in this town for around about another twenty miles, but this didn't stop Ava from grabbing the biggest knife in the kitchen and walking towards the front door with it held out in front of her like a victim of a horror movie. Her imagination was going wild. Who knows what it could be. A serial killer that decided a young girl living in the middle of nowhere was good game? A gang who was looking for a good hideout and she was just in the way? A mountain lion in wait to literally rip her apart?

"Wait a minute. We don't even have those here." She said randomly out loud as she stood ready to open the front door, knife held awkwardly in her hand. With a random burst she flung open the door, propelling her knife forwards into the rain with her eyes half closed. When she opened them, there was no serial killer, gang or even a mountain lion waiting for her. There was nothing.

She took a couple steps down the front porch and searched the bushes for something hiding or literally anything that could explain the loud noise she heard. She finally gave in to the freezing weather and decided to go back inside. The rain had already soaked through her woolen sweater and it was causing her to shiver.

She began to make her way back up the front stairwell thinking what she heard must have just been a kangaroo freaked out by the storm. This was before she saw something strange out of the corner of her eye. She turned around and held her weapon out in front of her again just in case it really was one of the random scenarios from her over nourished imagination.

One step at a time she walked towards the strange shape on her driveway. She convinced herself that whatever happened and whatever it turned out to be, she was ready for it. Of course, when she got close enough to actually make it out in the darkness she was completely wrong. She lowered her knife. It was a boy.

He was curled up on the ground with something cradled tightly in his arms. It was too dark to tell what it was. The worst part was that it almost seemed like he was dead. She even thought he was for a couple of seconds before she strained her eyes against the harsh weather and saw the gentle rise and fall of his chest. She stood there frozen to the spot. Unlike the constantly reoccurring terrible weather, she was never prepared for something like this.

Chapter 2 will be out really soon :3 thanks for spending your valuable time reading this hahaha. I know the chapter was pretty small but they will get bigger in the future promise. Smaller chapters just mean i will add new ones much sooner. Chapter two is already half written.