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Chapter 3
Iona squirmed in her seat as the whispered conversation went on in the other room. "Should I come clean? Reveal my secret? My life would be so much easier that way!"she thought. "But then again, it might turn out like last time!"
Then Soic the Vast, great red beard flowing, walked into the room.
"I will tell the truth, just not the whole truth," she decided.
Stoic sat down. "Where are you from, Iona? My son has some suspicions that you are from Alvin's kingdom."
In the other room, Hiccup groaned to himself. "Really subtle, dad. Nice one."
Iona sighed. "He would be right, but not as a citizen or warrior. A slave and prisoner is more like it. The rubble you found me among is the remains of a slave ship. Go ahead and look at it if you want, the mark of a slaver is on it."
Stoic frowned. "How can we be sure you were on a slaver?"
Iona rolled up her sleeve, and there was branded into her arm the slave mark. Then she held out her wrists. On them was the chafings of irons.
Stoic visibly relaxed. "Well, Iona, it looks like you have had a tough life. Here on Berk you won't have to be a slave. Just one more question, though, why did you ask my son if anything had happened in your sleep?"
She looked afraid for a moment, then composed herself quickly. "Oh, nothing, just sometimes I sleepwalk."
Hiccup grunted quietly. "Yeah, just like Toothless loves eels for breakfast. Something is wrong here, Iona, and I WILL find out what is wrong with you." Then he walked out to the table. "Come on, Iona, let's go sign you up for Dragon Training and pick out your dragon egg."
Iona smiled at him. "No, thanks. I don't need a dragon. And I worked with dragons at my last master's house."
"If you don't want a dragon, that's fine. But you do need training. End of discussion. Let's go."
Iona sighed. "Fine. I'm coming."