Louis prologue

WARNING! This chapter is just setting it all up, as is the next. So don't hate, I know it's really damn short.

Prologue

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

I shut my alarm clock off and reached for my glasses. I looked back to the clock. 9:47. I lay there, tracing the few small scars on my arms for a few minutes. I finally convinced myself to sit up and rubbed my eyes, grabbing my crutches and standing. I went over to my closet, and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and my favorite black tank top. Then I went to my bed so I could put my clothes on. Shirts and dresses were easy, but pants were different. There's a lot of weight shifting involved. Once I was changed, I hopped over to the mirror, not bothering with my crutches, to check my hair growth. You'd be surprised what can grow overnight. But not today; today my head was just a black fuzzball. I sighed, hopped back to grab my crutches and my phone, then half-walked down the hallway into the kitchen to do my schoolwork and eat my breakfast.

I opened the computer and started on math; my best subject. When I finished, I got hungry and got up to make some eggs.

But as soon as I got the things out, I heard a strange buzzing sound coming from the garage. I grabbed my grey sweater and black boots, then walked into the cold room to see a swirling faint purple light in the center of the space. Curious, I went over to see what it was. But as I got closer with my arm outstretched, the limb seemed to get longer. I started to get dizzy, and collapsed. I expected to fall onto the cold, dusty stone of my garage, but instead when my eyes opened, I was still on stone. But there was a bright white light, and when my eyes adjusted, I saw a man and a black creature standing in front of me. As I stood, the man was probably around six foot tall, and wore brown and black leather and a matching mask. He also had a silver prosthetic leg on about the middle of his left shin. When he took the mask off, he had a ton of shaggy auburn hair and light stubble along his jawline, as well as a faint scar on his chin.

"Hi. Can I help you?" His voice was pleasant, not what I expected.

"Um, I don't know. Maybe, but..." I trailed off, still confused about how I got here.

"Well, my name's Hiccup. This is Toothless."