Pine. That was the first thing the boy noticed when he woke up, wherever he was had a sweet scent of pine, nothing else came to mind he just simply lay there and enjoyed the calming scent before slowly opening his eyes to find a roof above his head, at first he thinks nothing of it but then he remembered what had happened, what seemed like moments ago, he quickly shot up in panic, the memory of Luggtugg's war hammer coming down on him.
"Where am I? Ahh my head is killing me."
Without realizing he was speaking out loud he heard a quiet snicker, almost unrecognizable but he couldn't miss it, the rest of the room was far too quiet, he doubted even the wooden flooring would even creek if Bubbles walked in, all along the walls were shelves with with different plants, he had no idea what they were or what they were used for, however that wasn't what he was looking for, he continued to frantically search the room for the source of the snicker, finally locking eyes with an elderly women with a staff, she was short and definitely elderly, she had a smirk on her face, obviously she found something funny.
"Umm...hi."
She didn't respond, just stood there leaning against her staff.
"Can you uh...tell me where I am?"
Still she didn't respond, in fact, she motioned her hand as if to send him off while shaking her head and walking out of the room.
"Ok then...I'll be here."
Once again, the quiet returned, with his headache he lay back down, content with the knowledge that where ever he was, he wasn't in any danger. Soon the old women returned, strange, he didn't hear her walk over, she had a mug of something and motioned for him to take it, he sat back up and accepted it gratefully before taken a sip...
"blahhh!"
and spitting it back out.
"What is this stuff? It's horrible."
Again he heard that quiet, barely noticeable snicker before the women motioned for him to drink again except this time, far less gently, practically shoving the mug into his face.
"OK! I'll drink it, just answer one question, who are you?"
And again she didn't respond, this time however she looked more complacent, like she was considering something before shrugging and walking over to a nearby shelf, as she pulled a plant from it she walked over too a bowl and started smearing the plant into some paste, the boy watched intently trying to figure out if she was ignoring him or maybe, Just maybe she was trying to tell him something.
"Can you not speak?"
That seemed to do it, the old women turned around with a smile on her face before nodding slowly.
"Oh uh...I'm sorry, I didn't know."
She shrugged and continued with what she was doing, before long a week had passed and not much has happened, the boy simply talked to himself while the old women listened, she would point to a scar and he would tell her how he got it, he didn't mind, he had a lot of them after all, it basically came with being a slave. Finally after the seventh day in this room, a knock came to what the boy assumed was the front door, the old women walked out of the room to see who it was while he waited...and listened.
"Hey Gothi, how is our guest doing? You willing to let me in to ask him some questions?"
He didn't hear the women respond.
'Of course I wouldn't...wait, so her name is Gothi huh?'
While in his thoughts he didn't notice the women named Gothi walk in, followed closely behind by a man, he was clearly really tall, well kept facial hair, definitely too skinny.
'Must have had a rough child hood with a body like that.'
The man was wearing some sort of black and brown leather suit with a sword hilt on the side of his leg, who ever this was he was probably another patient for Gothi, who the boy had at least enough sense to figure out she was a healer. But what really caught his attention, was the mans forest green eyes and messy auburn hair, the boy was curtain the man must have no difficulties in the ladies department because even he had to admit, he wasn't bad looking on the eyes.
"Hello?"
"What? Oh sorry uh hi."
He must have been lost in thought seeing another person after a week because he had obviously missed the man trying to talk to him.
"Ah he speaks! Now tell me, do you have a name?"
"Umm no sir, I am a slave, I belong to the local black smith."
Name? Doesn't this man know anything, surely he must know from the healer that I am a slave, she has to have seen the branding on my left shoulder and one rule about slaves, we don't get to have a name and, was that sarcasm just now?
"Well, I don't know about you but I know for a fact Gobber has never had a slave before, well if you don't count the first few years I started apprenticing for him. Ow!"
Gothi whacked the man over the head with her staff forcing him to rub the back of his head as he apologized.
'Again with the sarcasm huh.'
But a moment later, a thought caught him off guard, this man just mentioned the name of their smith was Gobber...not Bubbles, which meant...he wasn't on Drake Head Isle any more.
"Um...I am sorry but uh, where am I?
The man turned his attention back to the nameless boy
"Ahh my bad, this is Berk."
The man raised his arms as if presenting something behind him.
'Oh no, please don't be one of those people that talk while flailing their arms around!'
As he mentally prayed the man wasn't, the stranger started to describe the island, while the boy was only paying, barely paying the man any attention he thought he heard something very specific.
"Sorry, can you repeat that?"
"Ya sure, we are 12 degrees north of.."
"No, after that, the part about dragons..."
"Ahh, well we live side by side with them."
'Side by side...with dragons...definitely another patient.'
"Oh of course, how silly of me, uh Gothi, I think it is time for his medicine now."
"Listen I am not crazy, in fact, I'll prove it to you, wanna come out side with me? If it's ok with you of course elder."
'Prove your crazy, sure.'
As the boy made that sarcastic thought he slowly got up to follow the man as Gothi nodded her head to them meaning he was ok to go outside now. As he walked out the front door he was so blinded by the light of the sun it took him a few minutes before his eyes adjusted, what he saw, blew him away. Everywhere he looked there were dragons, none killing any one or any one trying to mount one on their house, no in fact even from the top of the hill away from the village below him, he could see the dragons carrying fish and wood around the village, some being ridden whilst others were simply helping out as they were instructed by people on the ground.
"They are actually helping."
He couldn't believe his eyes, the man...wasn't crazy after all.
"Yup it took eleven years but everything is coming together really well if I do say so myself."
The boy was about to ask the man who he was when a villager spotted them.
"'Morning chief!"
'chief...this man...IS THE CHIEF!?'
The boys mouth fell, he had been so rude...the the chief of this village! He was going to be whipped for sure!
"I...I..I am so sorry ch..chief. I had no idea, pl..please don't punish me."
The man turned around suddenly and the boy flinched and closed his eyes tight fully expecting to get hit but...nothing. After a moment the boy slowly opened his eyes to see this chief looked...worried?
"Why would any one hurt a child?"
"What?"
He couldn't believe what he just heard, this man...wasn't going to punish him?
"Where are you from?"
His voice was serious and stern now, the boy was certain he was angry but thought information was more important, that must be why he was ok...for now.
"I...uh..I am from Drake...Drake Head Isle sir."
"I have never heard of it but let me assure you, we do no hurt people for no reason here and we most certainly don't own slaves."
His voice was stern but...comforting then suddenly a stray thought made itself known in the boys mind.
'How did I get here?'
Before he could ask a girl roughly his age ran over.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
"There you are my little girl, where were you?"
"I was helping mommy at the academy!"
"Were you? Look at my daughter, 13 years old and already working at the academy!"
The girl giggled and they continued to talk for a few minutes, the girl was definitely his age but this was a chiefs daughter, he had no right to speak to her besides he can't stand being around families, it makes him so...alone. His mother died giving birth, like him she was a slave at birth but he had got off lucky, female slaves get it far worst, he had no idea who his father was and honestly it didn't mater to him, it could have been any drunk on that cursed island for all he knew.
"Ah that reminds me."
The boy was drawn out of his thoughts as the chief directed his attention back towards him, itseems the girl was satisfied and was now skipping away.
"I haven't introduced myself yet have I? My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third."
*authors note*
"What do you mean he has no name!? He is the main character, he has to have a name!" The answer to that is, he doesn't have one yet he will, just not right now. So while I am on this point in the story I must say, I am not sorry for all the moments and things I have planned with this story and don't plan on explaining anything before it happens so you'll have to wait in suspense. Also, told you there would be a visitor this chapter, I promise I will introduce all the original characters next chapter and what they are doing also, I have given you a rough timing for this story, special shout out to the first person to guess it right. Now, very important question, do you want Hicstrid? Or shall I change it a little? Heather, maybe Kamikaze or even make another OC for him? (Just got a really evil idea for Kami as I wrote this) Leave your suggestion and opinions in the review and I will make sure to check em, thanks for reading along to this point so far and as always any advice or requests are highly welcome.
I do not own How to Train Your Dragon universe or characters, just my Original characters (three now, all without you knowing their names, don't worry they will come, in fact, I will give you Hiccups daughters name next chapter, just for you. My main character will be another two before I give you his.)
