Tiamet
Chapter One
The day was one of the more common days on the island of Berk: cloudy. Well, in this case it would be foggy, Hiccup decided as he and Toothless coasted into sight of the air docks, a massive construction, and an incredibly convenient way to land. Spanning some thirty feet off of the cliffs and into the air, it was made of wood and stone. Toothless slowed his descent and landed onto the platform with an ease gained from hundreds of landings. The skilled descent went unnoticed, however, and Hiccup swung off of Toothless without any effort, removed his saddle, and placed it up on its rack. Several other Vikings noticed him, their belts tighter, they themselves leaner yet stronger. Gobber was the first of them to walk up to Hiccup, and he put a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"So, you didn't you find her, did you?" His voice was sorrowful, and uncertain, his eyes going between Hiccup, and Toothless' sad stare.
"What do you think." Hiccup angrily replied, shrugging his mentors hand off of himself.
"We'll get lucky eventually," Gobber replied, "I'm sure of that." As he said this he turned, keeping the steadily vanishing Hiccup in his sight's.
"No you aren't," Hiccup whispered under his breath, "It's only been three months since my father left, and I've already screwed up. She's gone. We will never find her." And with this he entered the mist and vanished from sight.