Hey, everyone! I am not going to be posting for at least from July 5-9 because I am going to camp. I'm sorry for the inconvienience, so I decided to write how Hiccup and Toothless ended up in Portland.
Chapter 3: Flashback
Ever since Stoic had passed and I had become cheif, there was little time for me to actually explore. It wasn't truly a burden, everyone really took care of themselves, but I was just busy.
One day, an oppurtunity for a early morning flight arose. I had jumped out of bed, not telling anyone where I was going. To be honest, I was clueless about where I was going. All I thought was that I needed some time to think and fly.
We set out over the ocean, passing by small islands every once and a while. I guess I must have dozed off, for when I woke up, ocean was the only thing I could see.
Then I saw land. It might have been a halucination, but I steered Toothless in that direction. What seemed like days later, I was sure what I was seeing was real.
But I wasn't the only one who was tired. Toothless yawned, and I patted his neck, saying to stay awake a bit longer. But he was already asleep. We lost altitude fast, and Toothless crashed into a large pine. I was thrown off into another tree, my head smashed against its trunk. My eyesight grew hazy, and I tried to get down, but I was somewhere around thiry feet above the ground. I stepped and fell.
Something flew past me and left a large burning cut on my face. I tried to reach up and touch it, but crashed into the ground. I heard something in my chest snap.
My mind drowning in pain, I saw a faint pool of blood grow around me. I called Toothless' name, but my brain shut down before I could speak.