That day him and I had gotten into a bit of a spat. I wasn't letting him do something. I can't remember. I do remember that I had to get away from him and get some air. That day was cold. The kind of cold that nips at your nose when you step into it. Some time in the fall. The color of the of the forest was vibrant with reds, and oranges. This island can be beautiful sometimes. The whole place smelt like smoke. I love that smell. It reminds me of home and when mom used to make these little pastries. Oh, I'm getting off track.
I was walking through the woods. Trying to get away from him, when I was attacked. So you can imagine, pretty bad day so far. Luckily for me, my shadow doesn't let me out of his sight. He may have been mad at me but I should have known he'd follow me. I was still scared when I was attacked.
A group of bandits jumped me. Great right? Yeah, no. They didn't even try to give me a fair fight. Cowards. So the leader, or at least I assumed he was the leader, had me pinned to the tree nearest us. I tried to get out of his grip, but this guy was huge. There was no way I could get away from him. That being said I tried as hard as I could.
He started to threaten me. Trying to get me to tell him the best way to attack the village. I mean, I do know the best way to attack the village I live in. But i'm also one of the most dangerous people who lives there, even though it doesn't sound like it right now, with me pinned to a tree by some random bandit, but I am. Trust me. Like seriously though did he really think that I would just tell him. I've been through worse. I'd rather die, than betray the ones that accepted me as one of their own.
Well as I was struggling to get away, my shadow saw me. He was as graceful as always. He jumped into the brush and hid. For being deaf he can be extremely quiet. I don't know how he does it. Anyway he made his way to the bandits and myself. When he had a good shot he took it. I don't blame him, I would have taken the same shot. That being said he's fireproof and i'm not. Either way I lived. His shot burnt me pretty bad. When he finished off the the others, he ran over to me, making sure I was okay.
I thanked him a thousand times, he couldn't hear me but that was just another day he saved my life. I still thank him for everything he's done to save me. I don't know why he's still with me. To be truthful. Maybe it's because he's loyal companion. My 'shadow' isn't human. Neither is yours but, mine is a dragon. He was there when my own village was destroyed, When we were trapped in that cave for a week, when Hiccup was shot down (this will be getting its own story), all of it.
That week or so in the cave was hel. Luckily for me, I survived. He was fine when we got out. We had to land, we were too far from Berk to be able to make it that night. We found a small cave for the night. That's all it was supposed to be, one night then to Berk. Unfortunately the snow came down like rain, and froze overnight, trapping us. Now that I look back on it, he probably could have melted enough of the ice to get us out, but I wasn't worried about being trapped. I was confident that the ice would melt on it's own and we would leave in only a few days. I also hadn't eaten that day so maybe I was out of it.
I don't really know how long we were gone. All I know is that it was terrible and that my damned Night Fury of mine saved my life again. By what I could only assume was the sixth day, I was starving. Not eating for 7 days and only little mead it quench my thirst. I thought I was going to die. So in a last ditch effort, I drank his blood. I cut his left front leg enough to get just enough to half fill my cupped hands.
He didn't even move when I cut him either. He whined a bit at the pain but otherwise stood strong. I think by now he knows I wouldn't hurt him without reason. I haven't had to do anything like that since and I hope I won't have to again.
When I drank the blood it was nasty. I tried to hold it down, but my stomach was having none of that. I immediately vomited it back up. I was going to die because I was too weak, but I steeled myself and did it again. The second time I forced myself to keep down. I needed the nutrients from it, as little as i'm sure there are. For three days I drank his blood. Once a day, washing it down with the ever so small amount of mead I had.
I don't think there's a day I don't think about it. That may have been the closest to dying that I have faced. I'm also sure that i'm wrong on that, but that was the scariest situation i've been in. For sure. Some days I just watch him sleep. Staring at the scar that I left on him, and wonder why he hasn't eaten me yet. I wouldn't even blame him for it. With all the shit i've put him through, causing his deafness, the scar, every little pock mark in his hide. I wonder why he doesn't just leave sometimes. I know why he won't, but still. I take so much from him and can only give a little.
I'm a terrible master and friend to him. I wish there was something I could do for him. I love him to death and wouldn't trade him for the world. I just don't know what to do for him. I'll figure something out.
In the mean time i'll ask you again. Why do people always associate the light with being good? I used to be scared of the dark, now though I think I like it more than the sun itself. So, will you keep being scared of the dark? Or embrace it knowing full well that there's some good in there?
