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Chapter 2

The door flies open with a bang on the side of the hut. Aerolyth is sprinting with excitement filling her to the brim. She is finally getting what she has wanted since she was little and that was to train dragons. She had never had a dragon of her own. Most would become aggressive toward her or would run away. She never understood why, but maybe, just maybe, her father can show her how to fix it.

Aerolyth finally arrives at Gobber's forge. Out of breath, and hoping Gobber didn't beat her there. She tries to tiptoe in, looking around cautiously. Suddenly she hears Gobber's wheel of various attachments spin.

"Oh!… look who finally decided to show up for work." Gobber says while combing his silver mustache. "Ye're late." putting emphasis on the 'ye're'.

"How?!" she exclaims holding her arms out wide toward Gobber.

"How are you late? You tell me lass." He says sarcastically. Raising one brow higher than the other, still brushing, now on the other side.

"No… How do you beat me to the forge every morning? You're in a wheel chair for Thor's sake!" She says throwing her hands in the air, letting them flop against her thighs.

Hiccup had made him a wooden wheel chair a few years back. Gobber's body, after many years, finally gave out, and no prosthetic could keep him going. He now had to rely on this to get around, that and Grump. Of course he made his own adjustments.

"Bein a cripple is no excuse for tardiness Miss Haddock. Now, get yer apron on and start sharpening those axes. We're on back order. Grump! Light the forge, you overgrown lizard."

Grump just clambers his way as lazily as possible to spark the fire. Then goes back to sleep.

Aerolyth just grunts in disapproval. She absolutely hates sharpening weapons. She wants to create things, not maintain someone's creation, though trying to fight Gobber on the subject is completely useless. She puts her apron on and puts her hair back, as for it to not get caught, or singed. She sits at the grindstone and begins her day.

A couple of hours went by. Gobber had left to get some supplies like metal and leather leaving the forge to Aerolyth. The town had begun to wake. Some of the villagers, like fishermen, had already been up early to begin to catches for the day. Others had just started their day. ' Lucky' she thought to herself.

As she grinds the tools, her mind begins to wonder away. She began to think about the stories she heard about her grandfather, Stoick the Vast. She looks at the mountain of chiefs and looks at his face, beginning to wonder what kind of person he was. She had heard stories about his great exploits, and about how great of a chief he was. She had asked these questions before but was very young then, so most of it had escaped her. Dad hadn't really ever wanted to talk about him in depth. Just the usual,'strong' and 'brave'. Maybe she needed to ask her mother.

"So Aera, what are you dreaming about now?" a familiar female voice ask. Aerolyth knew this voice. It belonged to her best friend, Freya. She turns to look at Freya, stopping the grindstone.

Freya has been Aerolyth's best friend as far back as she could remember. She is a heavy set girl with pitch black hair and blue eyes. She takes after her father Fishlegs and likes to classify things, trying to know as much about them as possible. The only difference was that, instead of classifying dragons, she classifies recipes and flora. She loves to cook and is always experimenting with different ingredients. She has even written her own cook book, which she has freely given out copies to the village. She taught herself how to do all the cleaning and most household chores to take care of her father because her mother, Heather, lives on berserker island, helping her brother keep the berserkians together. Her mother visits every two weeks and stays for a while, then leaves again.

"Just the usual." Aerolyth says, wiping sweat from her forehead with a grin.

Freya raises a brow and grins suspiciously. "I bet you've been thinking about Thor." she says devilishly.

"What?! No! I have more important things to do than think about boys."

"Uh huh…." She just squints her eyes and stares suspicious. "Well anyway, there's a new plant that I found on the other end of the island. Tulip and I are going to fly there this afternoon if you want to join."

Tulip is Freya monstrous nightmare. Contrary to her dragon type, she is actually the sweetest dragon on the island.

"I can't today actually." She says with a big goofy grin. "Dads teaching me how to train dragons."

"Oh, thank Thor. It you long enough chief." She says pretending its directed to Hiccup personally. "When do you start?"

"Around noon. I've been trying to figure out what dragon I want to tame for my own. Monstrous nightmares are fierce, but to flammable. Gronkles are tough, but too slow, and..."

"See, that's part of the problem." Freya says throwing her left hand up in Aerolyth's direction.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't treat dragons like they are a piece of armor or a weapon. They are living creatures with feelings, and ultimately….." She pauses and stares nostalgically into the sky, "The dragon chooses the rider, not the other way around. Tulip chose me as her rider and no one else. It's a special bond."

"Yeah but how is dragon going to choose me as a rider, if none of them like me. Most try to get away from me or become aggressive as soon as get close." She furrows her brow in frustration.

"I don't know. Maybe there's a special dragon just for you, who knows, but… Here is some advice. When your dragon chooses you, do everything you can make a strong bond, because they will the most loyal friends and companion anyone could have."

Aerolyth just looks down and begins to think. Maybe im not meant to ride the dragons on our island or not at all. She is just confused and frustrated, thinking so hard about it that she didn't realize she had been rubbing her hand into the ax she was sharpening. She felt a sharp pain and winced, pulling her hand back. "Ow"

"Are you okay? Here, let me see it." Freya walks into the forge area with her basket in hand. She kneels down to look at her hand. Aerolyth has a nasty gash in her palm. "Here, this will keep it from infection." She reaches into her basket and pulls out a small jar. It has a black paste in it that she puts on two fingers, then begins to rub it into the wound.

"Ow." Aerolyth exaggerates to emphasize that it hurt.

"Stop being a baby." She snarls wrapping the wound. "There, good as new… sorta."

"Thanks"

"Anytime." She says with a big grin. "Anyway, I've got some things to prepare. Hope the dragon training goes well."

Freya leaves the forge with a wave goodbye. Aerolyth finishes her task then rushes off to the training grounds.

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