The Black Rider of Berktown
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I don't own How to train your Dragon.
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A tale is just a story of imagination. Or is it?
Far up in the North of the United Kingdom the people once told a tale. A tale so old, it was believed to originate from the time when warriors from the North had once raided the land. A tale that was only told in hushed tones in the dark corners of taverns. A tale you did not even mention to the children for it told of death. A tale of a rider.
So gather and listen as I tell you the tale of the Black Rider of Berktown:
A small, insignificant town, a dark past nonetheless.
A boy, an outcast, a loner among his own people.
Different.
Shunned.
Despised.
Betrayed.
Even by his own kin.
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A boy became a young man.
Holding out, still standing, still unbroken.
Like a rock against the unrelenting ocean.
Brave.
Strong.
Stubborn.
Intelligent.
But will began to fade, sanity started to crumble.
Driven by depression, guided by frustration.
He let himself be convinced to venture into the forest.
Where dark beings lurked, monsters dwelled and reality was bent by black magic.
He ventured in, never back.
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But his soul was saved.
The goddess of death and night, Heather, seized his soul.
A soul so pure as this one, she had not seen in her realm in many millenia.
Disgusted by the circumstances this man had perished under,
she called for her sister.
The goddess of war and justice, Astrid, was also unpleased at his death.
So the two forged a plan.
A plan to give him a second chance
and them, someone to give their heart to.
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And so he became the champion of Heather and Astrid.
Sworn to uphold justice and punish those who had sinned.
Gifted with a sword blessed by a kiss and a drop of blood of Astrid.
Mounted upon a black stallion of night, a creature made by Heather herself.
The deal was completed when he gave the two goddesses what they yearned for.
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One foggy night the darkness within Berktown's forest stirred.
From the forest burst a rider upon a large black stallion.
A black cloak of night around his figure.
A faceless mask of revenge under his hood.
With a golden blade he cut down the guards,
his bullies,
everyone who had sinned,
his cousin,
his own father.
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With a blade, red with blood, he spoke to the remaining.
"The innocent shall be spared by the wrath of the gods."
After that he rode off to the next town.
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And so every year, during this very night
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
returns to the world of the living,
to fullfill his deed.
And when he is done,
the goddesses call him back into their realm.
Their champion
and their lover.
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Another one-shot from me! I wanted to write something dark-ish and this idea came to me.
Okay, now:
-For those who haven't got it: Hiccup is no god, but he is the champion of Heather and Astrid.
-I think you all know that the black stallion is Toothless
-Astrid and Heather are NOT related by blood. They are like in RTTE, but even closer. They have taken to call each other sisters.
-And yes, this is not pure Hiccstrid. It is Hiccup x Heather x Astrid. I hope this makes it a little more interesting.
-This will most likely remain a one-shot.
Well, what do you think? Let me know!
Bis zum nächsten mal! Until next time!
-Eric