Alright! Here's chapter two! Let me know if you enjoyed this Fic, reviews mean a lot 3
Camicazi tossed and turned. It wasn't like her to not be able to sleep, but the nightmares seemed unending. Everyone a different horror, a different fear she had kept hidden. Finally, she awoke, her long blonde hair matted and tangled, sweat running down her back as she struggled to catch her breath. The fireplace next to her bed seemed a million times hotter than before.
She scrambled out of bed and flung open the wooden hatch that barred the large stone window that occupied the circular west wall of her room. A cool breeze blew through, rustling her hair back from her face and giving her a chance to breath. The large archipelago spanned out in front of her, a dark ocean, illuminated only by the occasional ship that passed by, in the great ocean, Camicazi could just make out the figures of several islands that lay near Tomorrow, the towns dark as the cold air blew through them.
Beyond the islands, spanned the immense black sky. Camicazi gazed upward, transfixed upon the stars that shown bright upon the small islands. A large glistening silver moon floating at the center, sending off cool beams of light over the small towns. The entire archipelago seemed to be bathed in a cool silver light, created only by the heavens. She leaned out of the tower window to pear directly upward, only to be greeted by a warm light pouring out of Hiccup's room above her. Camicazi grinned before flinging open the large wooden door the barred her bedroom and fleeting up the winding steps of the tower.
Hiccup lay his head down on his desk, his left hand aching from the repeated scrawling of letters. And entire side of Hiccup's hand was now dyed a black color from the ink and the nub of his quill was far too dull to write with. He glanced over again at the two small dragons that lay on the bed he was supposed to be occupying. Wishing more than anything, that his brain would let him sleep. He closed his eyes, hoping that he would finally be able to rest, but no sooner had the darkness consumed him, the familiar shrieks and screams, the splashing of water all around him, and he was back in the false reality of nightmares. All around him, people fell dead, their weapons dropping from their hands, their eyes going from bright to dark in all of a second, leaving him standing their unarmed and afraid. All around him those who were still alive screamed, their voices reverberating through his brain, making him tremble in fear. "You've killed us!" the voices screamed, "You've murdered us!"
Hiccup whimpered as the voices approached their faces masked by the darkness of dreams. Toothless sat crouched upon his shoulder, his look of usual defiance replaced by a look of fear and mistrust.
"Toothless?" Hiccup whispered to the small dragon crouched on his shoulder, "Toothless?" But the dragon seemed not to hear him, his relentless stare not directed at the faceless crowd that threatened them, but more, at Hiccup himself.
"Y-you've k-killed them." Muttered Toothless, his small voice quaking with fear and mistrust.
"No!" Hiccup cried, desperately trying to stop the stream of tears from pouring from his eyes. All around him, the Hooligans he had known and grown up with, fell dead. The light burning from their eyes before they finally fell. His father amongst them, desperately trying to save his bewildered tribe whom Hiccup had vanquished.
All the nightmares he'd had as a young child suddenly came flooding back to him. His father dying, his mother never returning from her quests, Fishlegs being cast out from the tribe. Raids, kidnapping, murder. The list went on and on until Hiccup was finally left standing alone in the center of black faces. "Hiccup!" screamed one of them, its voice strangely high and not as menacing as he would have guess, "Hiccup!"
He opened his eyes, a girl was standing over him, her long messy blonde hair uncombed as usual falling just past her waist, her bright blue eyes written with concern. Her hand was planted firmly on his shoulder as if to stop him from falling. "Hiccup?" she asked, quieter now that she could see that he was awake.
"I'm alright." He muttered, though he realized that his eyes were filled with tears and he'd probably been screaming. "Just a nightmare."
Camicazi nodded as though understanding. Though she didn't seem the type to get nightmares,
"Did I wake you?" he asked
"No, I couldn't sleep anyways." She replied, her nonchalant tone restored. Hiccup nodded weakly. His face pale in the small flame produced by the waning candle.
"What was the dream?" asked Camicazi, after a long pause. The candle light reflected in her eyes, making the shimmering sky blue of her eyes appear brighter than usual.
"Nothing important." Hiccup murmured, embarrassed by the question. It was a stupid dream. A weak dream. The very kind Vikings did not get. The vulnerable kind.
Camicazi raised her eye brow in suspicion. "Nothing important." She repeated quietly, almost to herself more than Hiccup. "It was about the war, wasn't it?" she asked. Hiccup glanced up at her and nodded. He blinked, trying to stop the stream of tears the burned the corners of his eyes. "That stupid, stupid war." Camicazi muttered. And Hiccup could just see the glint of a tear forming in her eyes as well, though Camicazi never cried.
"Was it-"Hiccup began hesitantly his voice quiet in the still night, "my fault those people died? Do they really want me to be their king? I mean, Snotlout-"Hiccup cut himself off with a shudder at the memory of his cousin's death.
Camicazi shook in head in answer. "Hiccup, it wasn't your fault. People die. Things change. That's why we have wars, for change, good or bad. It wasn't your fault. Those people knew what they signed up for. Snotlout wanted to die good, he gave you the black star, didn't he? All the people who died, died for a cause they believed in. And in the Dragonmaker's case, that cause was you. They wanted you as their king. They believed in you."
Hiccup glanced up at Camicazi, a weak smile forming on his face. "Thanks, Camicazi." He mumbled, his dark blue eyes showing the exhaustion of the past couple months. Camicazi nodded and Hiccup could see the mark of war on her as well. Her usual chatter and excitement was far more of a mask now than a personality. She had a long scar that ran along her cheek from an Alvinsmen's sword. It had only been a few years since he had first met her. Four, he guessed, but he could already see the difference between her present and younger self. She'd grown up, much more than someone perhaps should in the short time. He supposed he had too. Everyone had. The war had forced so many to grow up so fast, Hiccup still wasn't sure if they were all ready.