A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait. Working on some other stories.
Hiccup POV:
I back up slowly the terror pulsing through me to great for me to even whimper in fear. The Night Fury growls lowly advancing on me.
With a quick split second decision, I whip around and race back in the direction letting out a long scream. I hear the Night Fury leap after me and as my feet break the plaza, it tackles me to the ground. I gasp in pain and shock and look back at its murderous eyes.
The dragon stares into my own before its eyes widen with shock. "GET IT!" A voice yells before several Vikings leap onto the dragon shoving it off me.
I roll to my feet and pant for breath, my dad looking at mg from the corner of his eyes from where he's tackling the dragon. Astrid steps up next to me and scans me over, "Are you okay?" She asks.
No.
"Yeah." I answer.
Astrid and I watch as they chain the dragon. What have I done? This beast has lost its freedom because of me. But, if I didn't hit the Night Fury, what did I hit?
Sapphire POV
Everything hurts. Everything.
I groan softly and blink several times. My body is wrapped tightly in the rope and I cant possess enough energy to move. I hear the sound of a distant voice.
A Viking.
Terror pulses through me like nothing I've ever felt. He's coming after me. This is the end. When will the blade plunge through me? I have to run.
I squirm in the ropes for a second before I close my eyes tightly and with a small discomforting twitch I change into my human form.
I rip at the ropes and claw them off me leaping to my feet just as a young Viking throws himself over a small ditch. I freeze in place and study him. He's small, thin and pale. Has this child eaten anything?
The boy's fingers move to the back of his vest and he pulls out a dagger. I watch it for a second before I hiss. He flinches but his green eyes narrow with determination.
"Who are you?" He asks. I cant speak his tongue, understand it, yes, but the words do not work.
"Sapphire." I answer in dragon. The teens eyes narrow with confusion.
"Do you even understand what I'm saying?" He asks. I watch him warily and rub my arms. He watches my every move without blinking.
I give a dip of my head to his question and he frowns. Both his hands curl around the dagger and I hiss softly moving towards him. His eyes widen and he lifts the dagger up. "Stop!" He commands.
I growl. He has given me no reason to trust him. I clasp my hands together and rip them apart fire crackling between my fingers. The dagger falls from his hands in shock.
I have limited time before I pass out from exhaustion but the blue flame burns brightly. The teens eyes widen and he backs up, before he grabs the knife from off the ground and throws it at me.
I dive to the side the fire extinguishing. I roll to my feet and give him a half glance before I race off into the woods. I dont look back but can hear the teen doing the same thing in the opposite direction.
After racing for a little the ground leaves my feet. I let out a startled gasp before gravity takes hold. The ground arrives much to soon and I hit it with a sickening crack.
I let out a scream of agony curling in on myself my leg gripping my foot tightly. The calf bone is broken. I cant transform with an injury like this, I'm stuck in this stupid cove. I lift up my head and look up at the clouds before I hope the little Viking can hear me, "I HATE YOU!" I scream before unconscious takes me as its own.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. :)
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