Yeah, I forgot about this. Sorry! More at the end.
Chapter 3: Stoic's time for a thought
"If we don't finish them then they'll finish us. It's the only way to be rid of them." I said to the rest of my knights. Being king was a tough business. "If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home. One more search, before the ice sets in!"
"But those ships never come back, sir!" one of the knights shouted.
I have to admit of the 10 searches we sent out to find the dragon's nest, each going with three ships, hardly any came back at all.
"It's an occupational hazard now who's with me?" I asked. Hardly anybody put their hands up. I couldn't blame them.
Fine, I thought. Have it your way. "Those who'll stay will look after Scarlet." Now all the knights' hands flew up. "Yeah now that's more like it." The crowd started to drift off, some to go home or others to enjoy the company in the great hall. I walked over to my old friend, Gobber.
"Alright," he said. "I'll go pack my undies."
"No I need you to stay and train some new recruits." I told him.
"Oh perfect, and whilst I'm busy Scarlet can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to herself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gobber asked sarcastically.
"Oh what am I going to do with her Gobber?" I asked him. Scarlett had too much of her mother in her. She was always causing trouble.
"Put her in training with the others." He said. I thought he was going crazy.
"No I'm serious."
"So am I." He was crazy.
"She'll be killed before you let the first dragon out of it's cadge."
"Oh that just dragon training, I doubt she will, there's a lot more to this than just the dragons."
Oh thanks for reminding me! "She will though."
"Oh you don't know that."
"I do know that." I said
"No you don't!" Gobber said back.
"Listen you know what she's like. Form the time she could crawl she's been... different. Oh, she doesn't listen. She has the attention span of a sparrow. I take her fishing and she goes hunting for- for Trolls."
Gobber turned round. "Trolls exist, they steal your socks, but only the left ones. What's with that?"
"When I was a boy." I hear Gobber mutter: "Oh here we go."
"My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it. I thought he was crazy but I didn't question him. And do you know what happened?"
"You got a headache?"
"That rock split in two." I said. " It taught me what a knight and a king could do Gobber. That he could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas. Even as a child I knew what I was what I had to become. Scarlet is not that child."
"You can't stop her, Stoick, you can only protect her. I know it seems hopeless, but the truth is you always won't be around to protect her. She's going to get out there again, she's probably out there know." Gobber told me.
I thought about what Gobber had told me. She's probably looking for that dragon she supposedly shot down. And she's going to get killed in the process. A small voice told me in the back of my head.
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Short again.
I'm sorry about my rant in the last chapter but I didn't write this, to be clear once more.
But pretty please review, for the real author's sake.
