My first fan fiction to be published on this site. I have not written anything in years and I can't promise this will be a regular upload because I am a college student with a lot on my plate, but if you like it, be patient with me and this story will be the only one I work on until it is finished. This is a short introduction before the chapter work really begins.
Chapter 1: Revelations in the Dark
His head swam with something not quite resembling consciousness. At first, all he could see were misty shapes in muted purples and faded greens that gave off an ethereal scent as if they were just one more part of the boy's fragmented dreams. It was about that time when slowly but surely the pain came. Dull and acute at first, then steadily building until it had become more tangible then the place he now found himself lying broken and alone. His vision cleared enough that the boy could only stare blankly at the scene around him as if he was watching it unfold through the eyes of someone else. He was lying in a field of some sort; purple flowers on green stalks which had yielded to the boy, flattening and breaking around the immediate area where he lay. Through shuddering breaths the boy noticed that he had put his right arm around a sizable wound near his abdomen. Well at least that explained some of the pain. Red liquid still oozed freely from the wound and added more of the boy's contents to the disturbed foliage.
That was certainly hard to understand.
He assumed he was an intelligent boy since despite being wounded and in considerable pain he had deduced that he must have been practically dropped on this sport since the thick flowers should of been more of a casualty. The other fact that made this whole thing stand out was the sheer amount of blood in the grass. He was one boy, small of stature that could not possibly contain this absurd amount of blood. That was when an awful realization pulled at his brain and would have sent him to the verge of panic had he not already started to succumb to oblivion from his numerous injuries. He no longer contained that blood. It was all over the place but not where it should have been inside his body alive and sound. Alive… how much blood can one smallish boy lose before that would no longer apply? He thought he heard footsteps and someone calling his name but it was faraway and muffled.
"Hiccup!" the voice called, but this lead him to more confusion as the world around him gave way to black and unknowing. His last thought as he sank out of the world was, "Who's hiccup?"