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"The fires raging around the city was a hard sight to see. Houses, people, months and years off work all burning. But hey, I guess once you've seen it enough times it's not anything special." Thought Hiccup.
Everyone living on that tiny island knew the sight well, after all these dragons raids came at least twice a year, but more often than not, it wasn't least four times year.
"Yep our lives suck, and sure we could die at any time, but hey, we're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard ".
This dragon raid was still somewhat unordinary, as it was the first time in eleven years that a nightfury was amongst the raiders. But even without having been attacked by one in years, everyone recognized the sound of a night fury flying by, as very soon after that last raid it had participated in, the unholy offspring of lightning and death began to occasionally show itself, acting almost as if it was searching for something.
Going fast over an area, then circling back around for a slower pass. too bad it never landed, as any viking who could have slayed the beast would have surely been remembered for all history. It always remained too high up in the sky for anyone to see anything except a black mass soaring through the sky. The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death itself always showed everyone that signature sound that had previously meant certain death to any vikings on the receiving end of it. These random sighting occurred for 9 years, but eventually the sightings stopped all together.
But now, that creature was back, and for some reason it was pissed.
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Hiccup had been working late in the forge when the first plasma blast had hit the catapult on the north end of the city, causing a call to harms to ring out throughout the town. His prototype for a machine that could take down a dragon, even possibly a night fury mid flight was finally ready to be unveiled.
He had lost count how many days he had worked on it since he started working at the forge three years ago, but he was sure it was higher than Tuff Nutt could count, which while it wasn't a very difficult thing to, was a fairly substantial amount. He had spent at least three days on projectile itself, not to mention the launching mechanism, the aiming rings, or the base base and ammunition rack. With all the work he had put into it, he desperately wanted to try out the Mangler for the first time.
"Mabeye dad will finally be proud of me." He thought to himself as he wheeled his contraption out into the street. His dad had never approved of anything he did. Everything was a mistake or a "hiccup" in the city's progress to stoic. Hiccup had even once heard his dad talking to gobber " I don't know if I can keep him as heir, if I pass on, he'll take over and everything would fall apart. No offense to him, I just don't think he'll ever be ready to take over from me." Hiccup had been shattered. It wasn't his fault he had a high voice , was a weak and scrawny thing, and couldn't lift a sword. It wasn't his fault his community valued brawn over brain, force over precision, and death over their safety. One day he'd prove to his father how useful he could be.
"And today will be that day." He said as he locked target and pulled the trigger to his contraption.
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Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker was pissed, this was the town his little brother had disappeared in. He had taken most of it out on those first few towers and catapults. But now that some flying thing had knocked him out of the sky he was livid, and in pain, but mostly livid. First they have the nerve to kill my brother, and now they'll try to kill me.
"Thier souls will rot in helheim" He screamed.
" I will kill you all! " He finished and promptly passed out.
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"But dad, this isn't like the other times, I actually shot down a night fury" Hiccup yelled. When he had first told his dad he had shot down a night fury for real this time, he was rebuked, again.
"They never believe me. I'll prove it to them." He thought.
" I'll prove it to all of y'all, and then you'll accept me, I'll bring back the monsters heart" he yelled and walked out of the main hall, leaving it in silence.
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The first thing Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker realized when he woke up was that he hurt a lot. He searched for the cause of this pain and found it, or more correctly, didn't find it.
"I'm missing one of my tail fins! Oh great mother I'm dead!". He cried out!
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Hiccup had got lucky to find it. At first he had just run into the trees, and never looked where he was going, until a string of curse words led him straight to the beast, which was all tangled up in his contraption.
"It worked, it actually worked. The Mangler actually worked!" The legger shouted, which earned him a the legger pulled out a knife. And Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker knew what was coming next.
"Go on, kill me I bet you would. You think you're so clever you and your little machine, what would you do if you didn't have it and I wasn't tangled in this great mother in the sky forsaken net and still had my tail fin? Huh huh?" Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker Roared.
A realization dawned on him and a fury like non other descend over his mind " You killed my brother too didn't you! Why, only this machine of yours could've taken him down. Kill me the same way you killed my brother. I bet you would. I'll kill you!" He roared again.
When he finally looked over at the two legger who had caught him , he saw a stunned face staring back .
The legger dropped his knife.
"How the hell did you do that. Oh my gods a dragon just said words and I understood it. I've gone crazy. No this is a dream isn't it. Someone pinch me!" The legger mumbled to himself and picked up his knife
"I have to prove myself. I will prove myself." The tiny legger repeated out loud.
"Go on kill me! Do it coward!" Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker Roared. When Tilabil Isthasy Thurkear striker Looked up, he saw tears streaming down the legger's face.