Since I cannot answer PongoXOX's comment and I deem it quite important I have decided to include this in the top-note :

PongoXOX : I like this story, but truth be told I liked the previous one better! That style of writing was so unique and interesting. I knew I should have reviewed...

Anyhow, I like how this one is going and I hope you continue!

Me : ( Without wanting to sound like a pretentious French douche-bag ) I never considered myself to have a style...I just wrote what came to mind. But apparently you like it and I'd like to use it more often. But I'm confused, what is my "style" ? I cannot see what makes it "so unique". I don't understand.

I'd be grateful if any of you answer. For I'm very confuzzled ( confused + puzzled )

Tear- Red Hot Chili Peppers. Because it's an excellent song and because it matches the mood of the chapter.


Hiccup limped slowly over to the docks and sat down facing the sea, feet dangling off the wooden pontoon. He sighed a hoarse sigh as he clutched his stomach, he lifted his shirt to inspect the damage.

Yup, that's gonna leave a mark for a while...

He spat blood into the water and wiped his lips with his sleeve, leaving a red mark on the green tunic. Snotlout was strong, but his words hurt more than his punches. Hiccup stared out at the orange sunset and the dark calm sea. This was routine, the sight was soothing and made him forget things like being cornered behind the meadery and being beaten to a pulp every now and again. But this time it hurt more.

Since Hiccup met Toothless, he was allowed a glimpse at what happiness is. And you cannot know what misery is without the preliminary knowledge of happiness. And now that Hiccup had an idea of what happiness was, he was pummelled by the full extent of his desolation. He stared out at sea again with his elbows resting on his limp knees. The sun had disappeared and it was dark, totally dark, you could not see the border between sky and sea. But it wasn't as dark as Hiccup's mind.

He wished all his troubles would just fly away...And then figured that the whole of Berk was wishing the same thing, Hiccup being the trouble.

Fly away...

Maybe one of Berk's troubles could fly away after all. Soar off into the darkness. To be forgotten, to never return. It all seemed so plausible, he stared out into the darkness and let the sound of the waves fill his head. It was at this moment that something in Hiccup's mind was born, something that overlapped all the misery and sadness. Can you guess ?

Wanderlust.

Hiccup spent all night staring out and wondering what was out there. All the possibilities filled his mind and pushed out everything else. It was absolutely possible.

He could leave, forever. Live far away from this lifelong hell and roam the lands with his only friend in quest of knowledge and adventure. It's been a week since his first flight with Toothless, and since then they seemed infinitely closer. He could almost understand the dragon, guess what he was saying from his tone and body-language. And he was positive the dragon could understand him perfectly. Hell ! He'd had longer conversations with that night fury than he ever had with his own father.

Together, they had learnt to fly as one. And quite proficiently I must add. Proof : Only two days ago they successfully traversed the same forest of sea-stacks than during their first flight, only this time Hiccup was desperately trying to tighten one of the saddle's straps that came loose while operating the prosthetic ! It had become second nature for the boy to work those pedals, in under a week he had learnt to operate the tail without thinking.

Since the pair met, both felt a wholeness they never felt before. Each one filled a slot in each other's heart that neither knew even existed. It was a beautiful bond that had slowly grown to become an impossibly strong one. And Hiccup felt that together against the world, they would be happy. But together against Berk, would only bring pain and misery.

It was decided then. Hiccup's choice was made as the sun rose. He got up as the first rays of light poked over the horizon. Time to gather some supplies.

" I am so..."


"So..." what ? "So" what ?

Can you guess ?

Anyway...Don't forget to tell me what you think and see you in the next chptr. !