AN: I have writer block for the first time, so i have no idea where this chapter will go. "Weakness" is basically the flaw that every epic hero always has, so I would like the story to talk about that as it would lead to Hiccup's predicament, but I have no clue if this is enough...
Anyway, we did! 100 reviews! We did it! Pop the soda, open the chips, it's party time!
Ahem, now back to the matter, I thank you all for the support and reaching my goal before school starts. It has been a wonderful summer, and now, school is back on. Since last week of getting ready for school and typing my story till today, it had caused me to be "brain dead", along with the overuse and confusion of my morality and imagination. All in all, I had used my brain way too much for many stuff and many reasons over the summer. It is getting really hard for me to update the chapter every one week like usual, and because my bests friend/ partner - who is like Toothless to me - is more of a grammer checker than plot checker, it would be really hard for me to judge on my own.
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So yeah, questions like these are my top 1 in reviews and it would be great if you guys would answer it. It is like my 5th grade teacher had taught me once, "The writer creates the world, but it is you - the people, the reader - who shape it..."
Also, I like to add that although readers aren't a big fan of the character being OOC, the changes in the event of the HTTYD universe in this story had seemed to be the cause of it. I'm good at this, I love it, but I'm not like Avnnak who wrote "Hitchups", now THAT'S what I call the the perfect AU story. *Sigh* I don't really know, what do you guys think? How does the characters fit in this story, that seems to be my number one question right now besides the others I just said?
Now, let's begin...
:: :: A Fool To Be a Hero :: ::
By johnnylee619
Editor: blazethundr23
Act II: From Zero to Hero
:: :: Chapter 10: Decision, Decision... :: ::
Every being in the world has its own weakness, a flaw, but what happens when your weakness is something that you are meant to save?
Hiccup was thinking it that way, but it's true!
For three hundred years, the Vikings and the Dragons had been at each others throats (maybe even the whole world with it!), and didn't anyone ever realize that they were at a stalemate? Each sides were losing more lives everyday, and if this keeps going, they might as well kill each other till extinction!
No, this war has got to be stopped.
And Hiccup and Toothless are the keys to end it all...
But how? There was just too much to take in from his past to even think about that for a moment, even with the present of a Viking, but he was going to have to face them one way or another.
It might be the only way.
Might.
And to make things worst, the people he loathed are finally going to find the Nest! He never thought about that mysterious location, but now that he can talk to Toothless and the others, it was high-time to ask.
After leaving Imperial Portchester, the duo were returning to their still-unnamed-island. The trip would take two days as it was said before, so both of them had settle down on a beach at another uncharted island for the remainder of the night.
"Hey, Toothless," said Hiccup.
:: ::Yeah?:: :: Toothless lifted his head up, darted at the boy across their camp fire.
"What's at the Nest?" Never had Toothless ever thought of Hiccup asking such a particular question, it had caught him off-guard. The answer was obvious; dragons, but he had a feeling there were more than meets the eyes to his question.
:: ::Why you ask?:: ::
"Well...there was this girl I met-"
:: ::Oooooooohhh...:: :: Toothless sang annoyingly.
"Oh hush! Let me finish!" Hiccup whined, turning his cheeks pinkish, "I met her before, it was at Raingard when we visited. She's one of the few I'd talk to back there, so she recognized me." The brunet kept close to the fire for warmness, "Now, we talk a little, almost exposing myself at the moment, but then she said something else that caught my attention..." he'd paused for the news to come, "My- Stoick..." Toothless growled, with a heavy wind tossing the fire back and forth angrily. Clearly, Mother Nature agreed with the reptile, "Calm down, bud. Here." Hiccup picked up a raw fish in his pack and tossed it into the dragon's mouth, catching it like a dolphin would.
:: ::Keep talking...:: :: he said, mouth full.
"Hehehe...well, Stoick found a way to the Nest. He did it. That bastard actually did it..." Suddenly, the dragon spit the food out of his mouth!
Gagging, :: ::"Woah, Woah, wh-what?! No way can that o-old fool actually find it!:: ::
"Yeah, I had a feeling you'll react to that. That girl, Jessica, told me that the old man figured out only a dragon could find the Nest, so why not use them... Toothless, what's in there? Why does everytime I think about it, it sends a chill down my spine? I know there's over a thousand dragons and that the Vikings won't last, but I feel like there's more to it."
:: ::Of course you should feel that way! In fact, you're right; the Vikings won't stand a chance at that place! Hiccup-:: :: the dragon stopped himself, thinking over if it was right to tell him.
Yes, yes it was...
:: ::Hiccup, think of the Nest as a village, and every village-:: ::
"Has a chief," Hiccup interrupted and Toothless nodded.
Clever boy.
It was silent as Hiccup scooched closer to his pal, dirtying his pants with sand, :: ::There's something big beneath the mountain. Something more monstrous than the Monsterous Nightmare; pure evil. The Devil to us all. There's a reason why we raided you guys; without getting the required amount of food, she'll eat us instead. What I'm telling you, Hiccup, is that this dragon is the mother of all dragons.:: ::
"She? A...queen?" he questioned, astonished by the info.
:: ::You can say it that way. It's like a beehive; we're the workers and she's the queen, she controls us. I don't know how she did it, but somehow, she hypnotized us - bends our will to no limits. To me, I guess the others and I are not since we'd got out of her field, out of her range. Far enough to be free, thanks to you...:: :: Hiccup can see the pityness in Toothless' eyes, the pityness he has for his comrade, who were still clutched by the grip of their queen.
Surely, after the entire months together, Hiccup should have gotten the message of forgiveness from Toothless about the night he had taken his flight away. Yet, he still couldn't shake the guilt away. No matter what happens, nothing would seem to justify it, even if it was meant freeing his best friend from the queen, even if it was meant to be their destiny.
"Do you remember anything?"
The dragon thought this through to see what he has best so far, :: ::No, not much. All I remember is my number one priority is to please her, or else...well, you know,:: :: the rider nodded, :: ::And I can guess the group remembered it the same way I do as well.:: ::
"What about before you were caught by her?" Hiccup was intrigued by Toothless' past.
:: ::Well, as much as I know of, I think I used to lived somewhere further north...or west. I'm not really sure...:: :: His ears fell down into disappointment as to have realized his past was too far gone.
"Oh, Toothless..." The boy had the needs to comfort his best friend, but it looks like the dragon doesn't want it.
:: ::"It's alright, what happens - happens. There's no changing that, and there's no going back. I'm happy where I am now. I'm alright, really.:: ::
Understanding by the look of his expression, it's safe to say it was time to move onward with the subject, "And when you said 'big'...how big?"
:: ::Hmmmm...imagine a regular Viking; he wouldn't even match the height of her toe-nail.:: ::
Silence.
Only the sound of the fire flickering and Toothless claw scratching the sand was heard of. Having his breath taken away with this new insight of the war, it was best to say that Hiccup was utterly speechless, but who wouldn't be?! This...this changes everything! Everything about the war, everthing about the dragons!
Now, he knows who their real enemy is...
:: ::Like I said, these Vikings won't stand a chance...:: :: the Night Fury concluded.
"Well we can't just-"
SNAP!
Before the idea could pass Hiccup's mouth, a snap of a branch was heard. It could just be an animal, but in the world filled with cruelty, one must always stay alert in a situation the duos were in.
:: ::Sharpen your senses, I don't think we're alone,:: :: Toothless growled.
"Yeah, I pretty much figured that out, care to make more of the obvious!" the boy murmured. Ah, the sarcasm...it's been a while since he had used it.
:: ::Ugh...you know what I mean!:: ::
"Is that boy talking to it?" An unfamiliar voice was heard at the hollow woods.
"Shut up, ya nitwit!"
"Who's there!?" Hiccup commanded, being combative. In his word, hustling was heard at every bushes, and before you know it, a spear came flying straight to his face. In slow motion, there was no hesitation, and he dodged it in a heart-attack.
"CHARGE!" shouted the intruder. Out of the field, seven warriors, or bandits, or muderers...or which ever these savages are, came charging towards them. Although they do dress like a Viking, with the helmet and all-that, there was no way there's civilization nearby, the two had scanned every inches of the island.
Whoever these attackers are, they were no where near noble...
Don't they have sense in their brain?! or maybe conscience? These people should have realized that there was a dragon right in front of them; a dragon in which they have no clue about, so they shouldn't underestimate it. Yet, here they were, clashing down on them with the "Kill first, ask questions last" motto.
But how are they even going to ask later if they already killed them!?
See, another reason why the Lone Rider hated the Vikings. It was pretty easy to seperate them between human itself, and it all comes down to their humanity, if they were even capable of having one now.
Oh Odin, what did the Vikings do to cause them to obliviously lose their nobility they still thought they have? Was it the war? Was it the thought that killing dragons for fun and games were humane? Indeed, for three hundred years, this was clearly a punishment for them and probably the world with it.
If they thought dragons were savage, mindless, berserk, monstrous, evil, cruel, and wild beasts...
Then why not turn themselves into one?
"Toothless-"
:: ::ON IT!:: :: The Night Fury blasted a plasma on the left ground, sending four of the attackers flying in the air with their butts on fire. The rest were already moving in fast; another blast would kill them all at once from the radius.
Hiccup unstealthed his dagger, standing ready and waiting for the first to strike, Here we go... he thought. If he has to...kill them, he'll need one alive for information.
He would never get use to this.
A brute man swung his gigaintic ax, and as Hiccup slid to the left, time paused in his actions as he slipped to a thought of calculation, Battle ax; extremely heavy, deals heavy damage, but really slow, which is why it's a mistake to use it against me. The ax sludge right through the sand and Hiccup took his chance by spinning a 180 degree before hitting the man square in the face with the hilt of his dagger, giving him a knock-out punch, My speed plus the steel hilt equals an unconscious man. Gain fracture bones by the cheeks, a broken nose, and anything else connected to it. Full recovery; three to four months. Psychological effect; traumatize that he's gotten beaten by a fifteen year old.
It all occurred to this by his use of his weapon on his left hand. In another word: he was vinstri. He had always known about it, but upon learning more of it from his former tribe, it was another stigma to describe himself, due to the world being more of the right than the wrong. As hard as he tried not to be one of them, he disgraced every learning he had been taught from when he was a mere child, and began following his own path of survival; his way.
What's wrong with being vinstri? As far as he and the dragons knew, there had been no signs of others like him in that trait, making him more of an outcast - which he is - so what's more to argue about it when he can just embrace it?
Like Toothless, it makes him feel one of a kind.
That and that, if it is his capability to defend and actually made it out alive, then it's just another way of proving how wrong the Vikings were in reality.
And to think of how a mere hand in the structure of the human body can also be treated prejudicially, like a white man to a colour man...
It's just disgraceful, period.
The next was taken care of by Toothless, who ran away cowardly by his roar (which the dragon laughed hardly at this), and as for the last one, it was all up to the Lone Rider, Distract him, he thinks and then he acted; kicking his foot up to throw the sands, covering the man's eyes, which he backed-off groaning painfully, Next, discombobulated, where he lacks in strength, he doesn't lack in speed, and where he doesn't lack in speed, he doesn't lack in force. Throwing both of his arms up and using all he's got, he slammed them both sides of the man's face, with the hilt hitting him on the left giving him more pain, Ears' ringing, now do a front-kick to send him flying, he did as his conscious said, resulting in what he had imagined.
Things started to settle down with the fight stopped. The ones who weren't dead or unconscious by Toothless scattered back from where they came from. The only one that stay though, was the last one Hiccup had fought with; he looked pretty frightened by them, judging by his already-scarred face, "We yield, we yield! No more! We'll leave you alone, just don't kill us!" Hiccup was livid at that point, for having their peaceful night being disrupted, but also because of the sight of a Viking.
But this one was acting strange. He was scared, not angry. Hiccup had never seen a Viking acted like that before...but then again, you don't see a dragon and a rider together everyday, it was unimaginable.
Toothless, having the same thought as his human, lay his paw on the attacker's chest, forcing him down on the dirt, "Who are you?" Hiccup asked with blank face and a blank voice, but the Night Fury's growl were what made it more intimidating.
"We-we're sorry, b-but you were tresspassing our ter-territory, our ho-home, we-we don't like intruders!" the man said.
"That wasn't the answer..." Toothless added more pressures to the man's chest, almost crushing his ribs, though, Hiccup didn't like the idea of torturing someone.
"AHHHHHHH- okay, okay! We're just loners! We're nobody! Banished! OUTCASTS!" The last word took the brunet a step back, but quickly he shook his head.
These men are outcasts, yes, but they were that for a completely different reason.
"Really? Why not just join the Outcast then?" He quickly slap his own thought for suggesting such an act, Hiccup, you idiot, are you trying to help the Outcast here?!
"We-we'd killed many of their kind before! They'll k-kill us on sight..."
"So you attack us blindly without knowing your situation, without a second thought of your actions?! Without giving me the chance to explain?! You're no better than they are!" Nodding towards the dragon, Toothless lifted his paw off the man, "Get your men and get out of my sight...we'll leave," he did as Hiccup said, scurrying away like a dog. Then, the boy thought of something and stopped him, "Wait...who do you think I am?" it sounded like an idiotic question, but the man understood his intention once he got a look between him and his dragon:
"Y-your the End-Bringer, aren't you?" The brunet shook his head.
"You know the two stories about The Savior and The Lone Rider?" the man nodded. "I'm the second one..." and with that, the Lone Rider hopped on his dragon's back, strapped on his harness, putting his left foot in gear, taking off and soaring above the sky, no longer be able to be seen by their attacker.
Thinking back to this day, Hiccup would realize it was the day that justified his act towards his weakness:
Having the sight of a Viking make him sick, enrage, but though he loathed them, he can handle them well; being self-controlled. The will to stay sane and stay true to himself.
But how will he handle towards Berk...?
:: ::
"You're nothing, worthless, a piece of trash!"
"You disgust me!"
"You're a mistake!"
"The Gods dispiese you!"
"OUTCAST!"
"NAUSEAN!"
"DISSAPOINTMENT!"
"USELESS!"
Darkness, nightmare...Hel. That was what it felt like...again.
"Oh look, it's Useless again, let's see what he's gonna mess up today."
Hiccup was nailed to the ground crying, surrounding him in circle by mirrors. Each one popped a body of the people who dispised him. They were everywhere...
"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" Gobber - who was on the left - gestured the bola, one of the easiest weapons to use.
Even an eight year old can swing that.
"I kn-know, I-I tried but-" the Lone Rider choked in every word. Couldn't they had at least tell him what he did wrong, try to help him with his mistakes?!
"I got to thank ya for running away, Useless, now I'll be the heir. Who knew you could be that useful," Cousin Snotlout was on the corner left, smiling and laughing evilly, while Ruffnut and Tuffnut were doing the same from the corner front and back to the right.
"Uhhh...what am I doing here?" said Fishlegs, in-between the twins. Hiccup had no idea what he was doing here as well, he didn't really hate the chubby guy, he was just disappointed that he had abandon him.
"Ju-just shut up! All of you!"
The next person to speak up was Astrid - right in front of him - shocking him the most, "Why should we?! You'd caused enough trouble for us in our life! You deserve it - all of it! You know how long it took for us to clean up that mess in the arena you'd cause?! You're insane!"
THAT'S IT!
"AHHHHHHHH!" Hiccup dashed forward, screaming, ground breaking at each step, throwing his fist at the face of the person who had broken his heart, and slammed it in the mirror - penetrated it and shattering it - unharm. The fallen glass echo it sounds through the endless void, "That one...was a lie!" he corrected.
Hiccup was breathing hard, losing his mind, but it wasn't over. What had held the mirror now became an open door of horrifc memories - shattered memories - each flying and flowing over the brunet's head, each memory of avoidance from everyone, their bystandern action when he was bullied, the abandon they put him through, the lack of faith they had in him, his mother's death...and the lie. Ohhhh the lie. The frame she and the others had place on him.
He would NEVER forget that...
He was losing it. His mind was breaking at each scene he was witnessing, and all around him at the remaining of the party, they were all shouting:
"You're not a Viking!"
"You'll never be one of us!"
"You're the wrong examples of one!"
Then, only one voice spoke this time...
"You're not a Viking...you're not my son!"
Hiccup spin at that last word. At the back, it was Stoick, the bastard of a father! How dare he say such a thing?! He was suppose to be his father, but after all these years he didn't really act like one. Fine, if he is not his son, then Stoick is not his father! The man can disown him, but he can also disown the man!
He had crossed the line.
No longer was he sad, but enraged, and with one sentence, he let out a ferocious shout, "I DON'T WANT IIITTTTTTTTTT!" The dragon like roar shattered what was left of everything. Every figured disappeared, while pieces of glass turned to dust, and the remaining of their voices became nothing but a whisper to nothing at all. His word had shut them up.
Good.
He fell to his kneel disarrayed, confused, and scared. The memories were still flooding around his head, but he felt the present of someone in front of him, clearing his head as much as possible, "Hiccup..." it was Toothless' voice, crooning and comforting his little human.
"Toothless..." the boy responded, feeling like tears were about to fall out of his eyes, "I don't want it anymore."
:: ::Hiccup, as long as I can remember about the Vikings, being one of them is meant to have strength, courage, bravery, intellect and being fearless.:: :: The dragon move in his snout to lift the rider's chin, "The rest see it the wrong way...but not you. Hiccup, you have all of those trait - not in psychical, but by heart and mind - it is true that you are not a Viking, yes, but you are a true Viking. You know how to be one the right way, and because of that, you're more than just a Viking; you're human. You have more humanity than all of us...:: :: And with his last word, dragons upon dragons started to formed behide Toothless, all of them agreeing with him. Although Hiccup had never met any of them before, he can tell by their expression that their kind would always have his back.
He had never thought of it that way, and yet Toothless' words warm his heart, "Thank you..."
:: ::Do me two favor?:: :: the Night Fury asked.
"Yeah?"
:: ::One: When you punched Astrid's mirror, please, don't lose it again.:: ::
The Lone Rider nodded.
:: ::And two: Wake up...:: ::
:: ::
"Ah!" Hiccup jolted up from his stone bed, sweating and petrifying. Seeing no sign of his friends, and without their body heat, he should have been cold by the winter air coming into the cave, but the intense nightmare had warmed him up.
Well, just 3/4 of it, the rest till the end were somewhat soothing, comforting, and calm.
"It was a crazy dream," that's all he could say. He got up in a sitting position and close his eyes...
At that moment, multiple visions of his memories were flashing in and out, out of control. It was scary, painful, at the sight of them. He breathed in and out to calm himself as he slowly take each vision one by one and place them back on the shelves of his mind. Slowly, each faded away from being the village, the citizens, Stoick, Gobber, the teens, and to the point it was just Astrid, to nothing but blank.
The Lone Rider let out a huge sigh of relief; he hadn't had another break down since two weeks ago, but at least this one had comfort at the end...it was quite particular than the rest.
Scanning the cave he was in, he remembered that he was at home now, back at the island. Strangely, he still couldn't think of a name for it. He has always been good at naming stuff (just look at Toothless!) so why not this place?!
Ah forget it, he'll think about it later, for now he just needed to recall what had been happening:
It had taken Toothless and him two days to make it back just as they planned it without another trouble like the first night. When they had finally arrived, they were both excruciatingly exhausted, had a few talks with the group...and that was that.
He knew something was left out, but to be sure of his decision, he had one more thing to check up on...
Sighing again, he put on his on his casual clothing, for there was no rush in anything today, and made his way out to the world. The rough patch woven of his old green tunic still fitted on him, after so much changes occured in his life. The fur vest was dirty and torn, but kept him warm and cozy. His hair had put some work on it's growth, feeling longer to the level of his shoulder.
He was afraid of what he might look like now...
Outside, there were no green but white - snows covering the enitre island - and he can see the others clearing it out to create route for any important location.
There was Dozy, gulping up the snow into her mouth, though, due to her body temperature, it soon melted to nothing but boiling water.
For Ablaze, all he was doing was shoveling the snow to each side of the path with his wings, probably realized that his own strength of fire could send the whole forest ablaze.
Spark and Miasma were no where to be seen. Either they went for a quick flight to stretch their wings or they were out on their own share of hunting.
Nibbler was...goofing off, chasing multiple butterflies and target practice shooting them in mid-air. Each fire a success.
Toothless was up by the tree, hanging upside down like a bat, snoring. No one can blame him for his laziness, both he and his rider had been flying no-stop to get back here after all. Still, it was kind of odd, for Dozy was working, and Toothless was sleeping! Shouldn't it be the opposite?
Yawning, Hiccup take his time greeting his friends as he makes his way to find Dead-eye.
This was big, he needed to be sure.
Walking across the cleared route of the forest (courtesy by the Gronckle), he easily made it to the beach, where hanging by was Dead-Eye...and her family.
Her mate: Striker.
Her four hatchling: Heimlich, Whip-Lash, Phoenix...and Hicca.
Three boys, one girl.
Hiccup chuckled, couldn't believed in his mind that Dead-Eye had insisted in naming the only girl, who had hatched last, after him in feminine form. After all, he did set her free from the monstrous tyranny, saved her from the Berkians, gave her a new life, and gave her a family. The payment of her dept was unpayable, which the Lone Rider had insist that her safety was all that matter, but at least naming one of her hatchling after him was a sign of gratitude, loyalty, and a honor among him.
It was also a way of apologizing to him after Heimlich was the first to hatch, which almost caused him his death. It turns out that dragon eggs explode when they hatch, probably because the formation of their fire source. Hiccup was somewhere two feet when it happened.
It was a good thing these thing doesn't hatch near civilization...
In order to cause less damage and prevent dangers to others, it was learned that the egg must be place underwater the moment before it explode, to keep the fiery blast compacted by its pressure.
This whole drama came to be not more than half of Þorri - the month of new beginning - when a rogue Deadly Nadder stumble upon the group's private home.
Well, not "stumble", but more of crashing-down-on-Midgard...
That was when they meant Striker; vulnerable, hungry, livid, obsess, confused, and scared, it was written all over the male's face. One thing for sure, all he remembered was his name and that he had woken badly injured in an event he had no recall of. It was three moon-cycles ago before he had came here.
Strange, the same effect that happened to everyone once they had escape their queen...
Was it her hypnotic spell that focus their mind so much on her task, that they soon forgot about their morality and conscious, to the point of their own memory? Why hadn't anyone told him about this before? Why did he have to find out about it himself from Toothless? Were they scared...?
Or like him, they were just trying to forget the past that was already forgotten?
Striker was difficult to persuade with with at first. With no memories of anything about himself, his only instinct active was to survive. Luckily, Hiccup's ability to commune with dragons had grown during the courses of winter. To talk with the others fitted as a perfect practice for the rider, and up to the point where not only could he communicate with them, but with the rest of the species a line with them, so to talk with a Deadly Nadder is the capability to talk with the rest of its kind as well.
However, the dragon could barely trust anyone, due to it's fright, but Dead-Eye was there, and seeing his own kind of makes him feel comfortable with its kinship. Overtime, he had gotten along with everybody...especially Dead-Eye.
The two had been bonding together the most, since it was mostly her who had been taken cared of him, to the point where they officially became partners, to the point in a matter of two weeks when they officially became parents.
Toothless, though, seems down by the news, and only to Hiccup's discovery, it had given the rider a whole lot of surprise with the realization of his emotion. In wisdom, the dragon quickly bounced over it, as he had come to realized himself that it was her love story, never his.
His was still out there.
He had never thought about finding himself a suited mate, but the event had made him think twice.
On the matter of subject, Hiccup look over the happy family as the parents began to teach each of their two weeks year old how to fly. It had began a while, and now, they were like a pro, just like their parents. The height they had growth were somewhere the line of Toothless and their length shorter than Dozy. All in all, they were in healthy shape.
:: ::Hiccup!:: :: shouted Hicca on her childish, girlish, adorable voice, as to her adorable face.
The rest notice the Lone Rider and went over to greet him, "Hey there guys! Fine morning, right?" said boy asked.
:: ::It sure is! I'm faster than Heimlich now!:: :: claimed Whip-Lash.
:: ::Am not!:: ::
:: ::Am too!:: ::
:: ::AM NOT!:: ::
"Hey, hey, come on guys, no fighting. You can try to compete with each other later, but no fighting...at least, not yet." He knew they were going to have to learn to defend themselves sooner or later, what with all the conflict of the war.
Which was why he needed to talk with everyone, starting with the two love birds.
:: ::Okaaaayy,:: :: the two said simultaneously.
"Great, now, mind if I talk to your parents?"
:: ::Sure!:: :: They all cleared the path forward for their "uncle", and beyond him, the two dragons were waiting for what he has to say.
"Hey guys, you two look great this morning," complimentary on a Deadly Nadder's look is accustom for the admiration of their beauty, this he had once discovered. Not sure why though, it can sometimes be irritating.
:: ::Oh why thank you, Hiccup. You look find as well. Is there something you what to tell us?:: :: Hiccup take a look back at the hatchling. So young, so innocent, born in a war they didn't deserve, and somehow, he can tell they were going to be more involve if this keeps on going.
This war has got to be stopped...
Turning to face them, he let out, "Yeah...we need to talk."
:: ::
Berk...
The dome on what held the dragon training class was on use today. Several youngsters were by the field, waiting for instruction on their first lesson. Sadly, it seems their childhood life were over and the life of becoming a Viking was at hands. The former dragon trainers were assign to lend Gobber a hand with his new students, and as young as they were, things can get heated.
They may be joining the rank too soon, but they still have a mind of a child.
"Alright, I don' normally do this, but orders are orders, so pair up with a partner and pick up a shield, today we're going to learn how to stand against a Gronckle!" Gobber commanded.
One trainee raised her hand, "Uhhh, Mr. Belch, my mama said we're suppose to get into lecture first," she questioned.
"Where the heck did she get THAT idea?! In battle, it's less talking, and more action! Now..." Snotlout yelled, and simultaneously, open the latch to release their newest Gronckle.
"Snotlout!" Gobber screamed.
"What...too soon?"
The dragon went on a rampage as each screaming rugrats started running for their lives.
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The day didn't went so bad as it look; the kids managed to go home with their limbs intact and their heart still beating.
The teens themselves were just having another friendly conversation in the arena. It was at the end of the afternoon, with the sun going down, but while they were oblivion to the world, Fishlegs start hopping in excitedly, "Hey guys, look what I'd found?!" He'd raised both of his hands to show what seems to be a blueish-orb-like rock. To Snotlout, he didn't care, for the twins, guessed it as a simple rock, and for Astrid, asking what was so important about it. In respond, he said, "I'd seen orbs like this before; it's a dragon egg!" this got everyones attention, "I've no idea how long till it starts hatching, but it's been shaking, so I say quite soon! I wonder what it is?"
Astrid didn't like that idea, "Fishlegs, it's a dragon, we kill them, remember? Get rid of that thing! There's no point in keeping it!" Suddenly, her words didn't seem to bother the chubby boy as the egg started to crack. Its orange glow somewhat caught everyone's attention, even Astrid couldn't help but to see the process of a dragon's birth. For safty, Fishlegs placed the egg on the ground, but kept a very close distance to it along with everyone else.
To their biggest surprise, due to the lack of knowledge on how dragons are actually born...it exploded.
Guess they should have kept their distance longer.
AN: Before the next chapter, should I include anything that you guys have your attention on? Anything that I had missed that I should mention in the next chapter?
One more thing before I go, you want to know how long it took me to be satisfied with this chapter? SEVEN FREAKING DAYS! Usually it takes me about an hour or two once I'm done with a chapter, but not this time! This is a sign that says "I need to take a time out because I have been working way too hard". I just don't feel the spark anymore, there's not enough oil to fuel it. My muse had been on the low, so I'm going to have to take some time off before I get to the next chapter. Beside, I've been avoiding "Dragons: Warriors of Berk (Book 1)" too long, I can hear it screaming my name for attention. *Sigh* until next guys.
Good reading and good luck...