Snap.
The twigs cracked, and the trees rustled as a man in a black hood, armed with an archery bow, rushed towards the rainy and dark coast.
The man was ragged, torn, and broken. But he moved blindingly fast across the plant-life.
This is my chance. He thought, as he quickly and effortlessly leaped onto a perched rock. I can finally escape.
The island that served as this man's hell, his crucible, would be far behind him. He shut his eyes, and clenched his cheek.
He took a deep breath, as he spotted the Norwegian tugboat in the distance. He closed his eyes, pulled back on his sleek black bow, and let the arrow fly.
Like the Night Fury of legends.
The arrow cut through the air, like a knife with butter. The perfect arc was there, as the arrow struck a pile of twigs across the rocky shore.
BOOM
The brunette bearded man stared at the flames, and leaped across the jagged and pointy rocks.
As he rushed to the rocky shore, burned and wet, because of previous confrontations, and the black ragged man stumbled to the people who had seen his signal.
Sweaty, tired, and gruesomely injured, this man fell to his knees. he took a moment to breathe, and to pull himself together. But he slowly began to lift his hood. His eyes, would be the first thing you noticed. Green, kind, soft, yet unforgiving, and merciless. The people of Berk wouldn't recognize this man.
But he was coming home.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The III was coming home.
Notes:
This is just a little test, seeing if anyone wants to read this little story idea that spawned in my head as I binge-watched Arrow throughout summer. Any reviews and criticism would be appreciated.
This is just a pilot