The fire started again as I took a deep bite into the fish I was eating. Beside me, Toothless was sleeping, head in paws, snoring peacefully.
Behind me, there was a small rustling. Panicked, I took out my sword and got up. Who was it? Was it a dragon? Was it another Viking tribe? Was it Drago? Was it Snotlout?
It came out.
It was a dragon with no wings. It was the size of a long branch, and you could wrap it around your arm or neck. It was gray, and red spikes lined up and down his spine. It's pupils were black, and the area outside the pupils were red with dark red-orange eyebrows.
"What are you?" I said, putting down my sword and kneeling toward the dragon.
"That's what I should be asking: Who are you?" the dragon spat.
A dragon that could talk? I never saw anything like it!
"I'm Siren Horrendous Haddock. I'm a Viking, and I come from the Hairy Hooligan tribe. I'm here with my dragon Toothless. We ran away from Berk because it was boring and no one wanted to have fun."
"I never heard of Vikings. I'm Rupac, a Quetzalcoatl. Quetzalcoatls are the offspring of the Mayan serpent god, the Quetzalcoatl. They are the wisest dragons out there. We know every language out there." Rupac beamed brightly as he said this.
Mayans? Quetzalcoatl? I took out The Book of Dragons. If anything, this was worth noting. I drew a quick sketch of Rupac in there. Other than that, I didn't have anything else to add.
"Tell me more about you," I said, holding out my arm so he could wrap himself around it as I sat down.
By dawn, I had a huge amount of information about the type of dragon Rupac was, what class he belonged to, what he ate, his strength, etc. I even learned a little bit about the Maya, and I told him about Vikings. Not much, but enough to know that we have stubbornness issues.
"Would you like to meet the Mayans?"
I nodded eagerly as I shook Toothless awake. He stirred, then opened his eyes.
"Toothless," I whispered. "There's a whole new world here. There's people that live here that are called the Mayans. They've never heard of Vikings. We're in a different world."
His ears perked and his eyes widened in curiosity. Quickly, he rose and he and I followed Rupac through the forest. Soon, we came upon a huge building with a staircase and giant layers that piled on top of each other. At the top, there was a man with a crazy hat that feathers sticking out from it and really weird clothing. He had gold jewellery on. Gold! Something that was incredibly difficult to find at home.
It became very clear to me that I would need to write a book called The Book of Mayans. Because these people were even more different than I thought.
