Hey everyone! Its Josie :) gasp, a story? Its been forever! Well here it is! and its HTTYD!
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Chapter 1: The Crash.
"Stop! Stop stop stop!" Came the aggressive laughter through my chest as I wrestled out of my dragons tickling teeth. He seemed to laugh, almost amused by my misery. Tickling was the only thing I couldn't stand, I could be lit on fire, be thrown off this dragons back and into lakes, trees and any type of rock you can imagine with only a few scratches...But tickling? No. Not my thing.
He was nibbling at my stomach, and I couldn't take it. I snorted and tried to roll away, but his snout followed me and kept on tickling.
"Bonemask! Quit! I-I-Swear I'll-" He stood back smirking, almost as if he was threatening me to do whatever I was about to mention. "I'll..." I stood up and grabbed at his snout, petting it softly the way he liked behind his pointed teeth in between the nostrils. I scratched towards his giant horns, feeling the soft, dry material of them scratch my dirty fingertips. His eyes fluttered shut. "I'll love you even more..." He seemed to purr.
"Well ya stinker," I laughed, trying not to smile excessively, he doesn't like it when I smile.
"We'd better head out." I started packing up the things that laid at my feet. Tucking my knife into my belt, my pencil, map, bottle of zippleback gas and sparker, and a few other dragon weapons I had invented, considering Bonemask can't be there to protect me 24/7, and I shouldn't expect him too.
I shoved my notebook and colored chalks into my backpack that had hung loosely on my back until now, and the fur sleeping bag I hooked onto Bonemask's saddle. He laid his head calmly on the earth and looked at me, waiting for me to finish packing up. He knows that I can pack exceptionally quick, considering we only have a few things and I designed all my things to be light and for easy packing in emergency situations. I was going slow, only because theres no reason to be fast...
"Mr. Mask," I smiled, making his eyes light up with distaste, he really hated smiles...its a breed type of territorial thing I guess, the whole teeth baring thing. "Ready to fly?" His eyes lost the hint of distain that had shown in them brightly and was replaced by the excitement of flying.
I climbed onto his neck and positioned myself in the saddle. "Lets go stinker." He roared mightily, sending the hairs on the back of my neck upwards in a thrilling tingle. His bright blue skin seemed to glow underneath my legs, and his giant horns glowed black in the dusk light. We soared up into the air, I relaxed as he flattened out, the exhilaration gone.
We soon soared past the trees below us as they grew small and settled into a calm flight over the ocean.
"Where ya wanna go Bone." He roared a reply, trying to look high and mighty as we flew past gronkles, they immediately turned and flew away. Bonemask snickered, his joy eminent in his bright yellow eyes. His face was masked in an unusual white that went until his horns erupted from his skull. It made him look like he had a bone mask, hence his name. After spending my whole life with dragons, and my deranged brother who promised there was something about dragons we didn't know about, that they could be harnessed for power, we could put a muzzle on the dragon's way of life and steer them towards us. I left him years ago. Being a lonely 16 year old, finding Bonemask was the best thing that could've ever happened to me. Its been 4 years since I found him, and we've been traveling the world ever since I tamed him, made a saddle out of some leather that I um...borrowed...From some vikings up north. I draw dragons, I'm trying to make a book with every one known to man. I'll be a legend. A dragon master. Even the people who ride dragons don't know about every one of them yet, I've seen dragons they haven't named, haven't heard of. Dragons that can turn living things to stone when threatened, dragons that mimic voices they hear to confuse and terrify anyone close to their territory or nest, mice sized dragons, dragons who eat different things and become the color that they consumed the most of... Wonders mere people on these islands have ever seen.
"Bone," I got his attention, sitting upright at the sudden movement below us. I quickly clicked my ankles together and they locked securely between two metal clips I designed. I spread my arms wide and let myself fall to the side and securely hung from Bonemask's neck.
"Low ya stinker." He obliged, and lowered a little as we spied on what was under us as we masked ourselves in the clouds.
It was a dragon, an ordinary gronkle. I love Gronkles, I've never been able to draw all the spots they've got on their short lumpy bodies perfectly yet, so I got really excited.
"Bone! Lets go Lets go!" I said as I scrambled up onto his neck and unclicked my heels. He growled a little in mock irritation and did as I asked, which proved that he wasn't actually all that irritated.
I climbed down his massive back and laid down in between his shoulder blades. I leaned over his shoulder and looked past his enormous flapping wings to the small Gronkle below who hadn't noticed us yet. Good.
I pulled the pencil and notebook out of their hiding places on my belt and backpack and began to sketch a hurried picture. Each bump on the Gronkle's body becoming more detailed with each passing second. I hurried to grab a brown chalk out of my bag and began to shade the body delicately, careful not to smudge the black outline. I added some purple and some black shading to it. Once I was done, I looked back down at the Gronkle and realized he was slowing down a little preparing to land. But... where was there to land. I shrugged, Gronkles aren't exactly smart anyways. So I shrugged and started to put all my pencils and notebook back into my backpack.
"Bonemask, scare it away if you want, I'm don-" Then my face hit a tree. I screamed against Bone's roar of pain and shock. The fog around us was thick and heavy, I almost couldn't breathe. We tumbled, hitting rocks and trees as we crashed. "Bone!-" I managed to scream as we tumbled away from each other and into the thick woods of wherever we were at. My head ached and I felt my body go limp and my vision go black. "Bone..." I whispered, feeling my brain slip into a sleep I've never experienced before.