Chapter 4 'Who Are You?'

It would be good if the story stopped here, without knowing the news, and then the three friends flew to the island of Tomorrow to stop Alvin The Treacherous from being crowded the King Of The Wilderwest.

It would be a far better and happier ending surely.

But this is Hiccup's story.

If I had said it once, I had said it a thousand of times: This is a story of becoming a hero The Hard Way.

No.

That could not even happen.

We are so absorbed in the joy and happiness of the reunion of long-lost friends that we carelessly neglect one simple but crucial fact.

The two friends may still have not realized it yet, but things had gone wrong already

You, dear reader, are not supposed to be surprised when Hiccup finally got his breath and struggled out of his friends' arm, the first sentence he said was:

'Who Are You?'

A very, very, very simple sentence, even a one-year-old Viking child could answer it

But it took the two friends a long, long, long time to take in, let alone answer it.

Silence.

There was a nasty silence.

The silence lasted so long that it was almost as if the time was frozen,

But, of course, the time can never be frozen, can it?

The two kids were stunned, as still as a statue, and their expression was as if they were stung by a Venomous

Vorpent , one of the most Deadly Dragons in the Dragon World. They stood there, goggled-eyed and openmouthed. Surely, they were petrified by Hiccup's question.

The silence continued, almost endlessly.

It wasn't until then that it was broken by Hiccup, by his exactly, precisely, the same, stubborn question:

'Who Are You?'

'Ah-' Camicazi cleared her throat, trying to get control of this awkward moment, even it was the second time, she could still hardly believe her ears, 'You must be kidding, aren't you?'

Hiccup shook his head.

'Oh for Thor's Sake!' whispered Fishlegs. His voice was a little trembling, 'What's going on?'

'The boy was hit in the head by something before being washed away by the waves to this sea shore,' said the Wodensfang slowly at last.

Maybe it was because that he had not spoken for a while, his voice sounded a little strange, so strange that it was almost as if the voice was from far away

'And-',continued the Wodensfang.

'And?' cried Camicazi and Fishlegs together, almost hopping and screaming.

'The boy', paused the Wodensfang.

Oh for Thor's Sake, Oh for Thor's Sake.

If the two kids had known it were the question in the first place, they would never be willing to know its answer.

'The boy,' panted the Wodensfang, 'has lost his MEMORY!' finished the Wodensfang sadly, in the end.

It couldn't be worse, could it?

One moment of happiness, and then it turned to a complete despair.

No one knew how it happened.

But everything was gone, so rapidly.

Silence.

There was a long, long silence, even longer than the last one.

The two children swallowed hard.

This news took them totally by surprise.

They had no idea how this could have ever happened.

'Then,' asked Camicazi, 'What are we going to do about it?' The little Bog-Burglar was a little disappointed now.

'No Idea. Absolutely No Idea.' sighed Fishlegs.

He could not believe it, either.

As far as he could remember, it was ALWAYS Hiccup who saved him from dreadful peril, but this time was different, completely, thoroughly different.

In fact, it could not be more difficult than it ever had been.

The boy could not remember everything, not a SINGLE one; Not his Name, his Best Friend, his Dragon Companion, or his longtime Nemesis.

He had forgotten everything one could possibly value in his entire life.

This could have never happened.

But time cannot tick backwards.

It happened nonetheless.

'And you, Wodensfang?', asked Camicazi. Even in such situation, Camicazi was still trying not to give up hope, 'Do you have any clever plans?'

The Wodensfang was staring thoughtfully into the distance, as if he was looking into the future.

Finally, he spoke.

'We have to take the boy to Tomorrow,' said the Wodensfang, 'before Alvin arrives there.'

(Did I mention that? The Wodensfang was one of the very few Dragons who spoke both Dragonese and Norse. So even when Hiccup had lost his Memory, having some difficulties recognizing his friends, not to mention translating Dragonese, The Wodensfang had no difficulty talking to the two friends.)

'Can't we do anything about Hiccup's memory loss right now?' asked Fishlegs.

'I'm afraid not,' replied the Wodensfang ,'Unless-'

'Unless?'

Oh this dreadful question again.

'There might be a cure for memory loss in the Murderous Mountains,' continued the Wodensfang, 'but we Do Not have time for that now. And to Hiccup, there might be some other way as well.'

'Come, and I'll tell you my plan.'

The three little head got close together, and the Wodensfang told them his plan

'But that's too risk-taking!' objected Fishlegs.

'It's our only chance,' explained Camicazi, 'We have no other options.'

'All right then.' agreed Fishlegs reluctantly.

He was worrying pretty much about Hiccup lately.

And he could not risk any more accident.

Fishlegs is a kind of person who would rather those awful things happened to him than any one of his friends.

But there was no way to change things that had already happened.

The plan had to be carried on.

Even if it might be DANGEROUS.