Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon and do not own any of the character. Halla and Ash are based on character from the movie, but have been modified for my story
Since it is my first fanfiction reviews would be nice thanks enjoy
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Halla point of view
As we kept on walking I couldn't help, but feel a little nerves I mean who would wouldn't…I was about to get to solve the mystery of my strange aunt.
We walked a couple more feet until we were hit the cabin door. "Halla what your going to see is your aunt Helga's treasure room…you can not show anyone this cabin understand. " I nodded feeling a twinge of excitement go throw me. Gobber took out a giant key from his pocket. That's when I noticed that there was a giant lock on the door and from what I could tell no window.
When Gobber opened the door my mouth dropped open.
The room was amazing. That was the only way to put it. Juts like I thought the room had no windows, but that just allowed the walls to be crowed in stuff. Gobber went in the room grabbing a long box. "What's that?" I asked. "Your aunt got them from a place called China they are called 'light-bringing slave' or 'fire inch-stick.' The stick has something on it, and when touched by the lightest flame" Gobber took one of the sticks out and touched it to the lanterns flame. With a poof the stick caught on fire. "Makes fire easy to travel." Gobber walked into the room tilting hanging objects before they lit up. "Wow" I said walking further in.
The room was covered in stuff; even the bed was littered with items on it. What Gobber had lit up where different lights all different sizes and material. What was amazing was that three of the lights seem to be fish that had candles inside of him. "What are those?' I ask pointing to the fish "those are puffer fish found off some islands." Next to the fish where other lanterns, two were circle shaped covered in red paper with certain symbols, while the last three appeared to be like Gobber's latern, but more of a diamond shape with different patterns on the top and bottom some of the design marking the glass as well. "The red lanterns come from China while these come from a place called…Moro…Marraco...Mar something." As Gobber finished lighting all the lanterns I could see just how much stuff was in this cabin.
The shelves ran continuously from three walls leaving one side empty for the bed pressed against it. The shelves were filled with books, scrolls, and artifacts from all over. Some where wooden carved masks, others where lavishly painted vases or nick knacks, there were bottles containing different colored liquids some even containing different animals inside, elaborate shells, papers littered the floor and shelves, and different chests were everywhere.
Different weapons were hung on the wall next to the bed. The weapons were all different some looking brand new while others look worn down and ancient. However there was no doubt that the weapons were well crafted. The detail on the hilts was amazing. One that caught my eye was a dagger that was completely white and the blade has a carving in it that appeared to be a dragon's body.
Next to the bed was a little corner, that had books scattered and stacked around the floor. There was a giant red plush chair along with a footstool around a mess of book.
"Gobber this place it…its…there is no word to describe it." Gobber just laughed at my reaction taking a seat in the large chair next to the bed. "Ayh lass your aunt Helga loved this place when she was here. She said it was her own little paradise." "More like a wonderland…just imagine what you can find in this cabin." I said sitting on the bed. The bed itself was soft with what I think was silk caramel sheets, with a bunch of pillow stitched with different designs lined in gold stitching. It was covered in not only pillows, but different plushies as well.
"Now why don't I tell you about aunt Helga?" mumbled Gobber "Well I guess we should start from the beginning." "Yah that's usually a good place to start" I commented, grabbing one of the decorated pillows. As I turned my back Gobber hit me with a pillow of his own. "Oh what was that for?" "For being a smart mouth." I rubbed my head, but other than that shut up for Gobber to start talking again.
"Your aunt was very protective of her little sister, your mother. I remember your mother broke a boys nose just for pulling her hair…and forget about it if the boy broke your mothers heart." He shook his head reminiscing in the past. "Point is your aunt loved your mother with all her heart and would do anything to protect her. There was nothing as important to her as family, not even being a Viking.
As she got older she became one of the strongest Vikings around. Always training trying to improve her skills. She was one of the best…wining the honor of dragon training, and being known as one of the strongest Vikings…some believed, me being one of them, that she could have even matched your father." My eyes widen at that 'Stoic are you kidding me how can anyone rival his strength.' I thought, listening more closely.
"Your mother as strong as she may have been was nothing compared to your aunt. Where your mother was good at archery no one could beat your aunt when it came to a sword and her battle-axe rivaled any male.
But that all changed when your grandfather got hurt. It was during a dragon raid, a dragon was crushing him when your father found him. Your father was able to lift the dragon off of your grandfather, but not before the dragon dug its claws into your grandfather. After the fight was over the healer told us that the dragon had paralyzed him for the neck down. When your aunt heard the news something…something in her broke. She didn't cry, but her eyes" Gobber shook his head "they were hollow, but what your grandfather asked her to do" another shake of his head "was just wrong…her father, your grandfather was a Viking in every way. When he realized that he couldn't fight any more or participate in dragon raids anymore he feel into a depression. He yelled at every body that came to visit him saying that he was nothing more than a piece of stiff bone. He would beg those around him to end his life. Your grandfather wanted to die a Viking with honor, he didn't want to be a burden; so he would begged your aunt to end his life. Why he would ask his own daughter to do such a task, I will never know. One day he passed on-" I had to bite my tongue to stop the question for being asked. "And no lass I don't know if your aunt had anything to do with it. When he died though she broke completely.
She refused to be a Viking any longer even going as far as saying that dragon hunting was useless. She turned her back on her tradition and in turn everyone turned their back on her. Your grandmother was strict and to her tradition was everything. She kicked your aunt out of her house refusing to acknowledge your aunt as her daughter. She even went as far as to ban your aunt from seeing your mother. That's when she built this. This was her sanctuary…a place where she didn't have to worry about anything. This is where she lived when your grandmother kicked her out it wasn't nearly as nice as this, but it kept her alive and to your aunt it was enough. Your aunt would be pounding away out here, never showing any signs that what the village did to her hurt her. She would just work, keeping herself busy every time we came to visit. And yes even though your grandmother forbid it, youe mother and aunt would still meet. They always talked about leaving here together. Exploring the world finding themselves a nice little place that accepted them. However as time passed Stoic began to fall in love with your mother. It wasn't long until Stoic asked your mother for her hand. When he did she said yes. Your aunt never said anything, but congratulation but you could tell that she was hurting. For your aunt knew what that marriage meant, she knew that your mother belonged at Berk. She just thought that your mother always belonged with her first. She saw how happy this marriage meant to your mother so she said nothing." Gobber gave a dry chuckle "just like you she smiled and bared the pain. Feeling completely alone now. She stayed for the wedding, but she told me that afterwards she was leaving."
As the wedding got closer the hostility towards your aunt grew. Soon things turned violent, and fights broke out, stones and well as insults were being hurled at your aunt. Your mother begged her to leave Berk for her own safety. However your aunt refused saying that no one was going to make her miss her sisters wedding. Than one night a group of people tried to burn your aunt's cabin. Luckily your aunt was here to stop it before it could do much damage, but the message was still there. That was the first night I think I had ever seen your aunt cry." Gobber paused for a moment. I could literally see the flashbacks through his eyes as he continued on.
"At last your mother was married and your aunt left. At first she was gone for a few moons at a time, coming back every once and a while, but than her trips became longer her visits fewer. Most of the Vikings still through an insult in her way on her visit, but most held their tongue choosing to ignore her. She would send things to us every once and a while. She would pay a trader from another clan that comes here for business to deliver these items. Your father did not want anything she sent in his house, but he often kept it for the sake of your mother. At times we would get letters mostly by hawks, but we all know those dragons get in the way so who knows how much she actually sent.
She was not official banished, but she knew she wasn't welcome here. So when she came to visit and saw your mother with you she instantly wanted to take both of you away from here. Stoic was not pleased with this, but he knew your mother would never leave with her, so he allowed her to visit. Your aunt was persistent, but your mother was stubborn. They never saw eye to eye on this and when your mother died it only became worse.
When you aunt came for another visit and found out your mother was dead. She went into a rage. She… she tried to kidnap you. Stoic never found out about this, for if he did he would have had your aunt's head. You were sleeping after just waking up from one of your nightmares. That's when she came in saying she would look after you, that I should try to get some rest. I trusted your aunt so I left walking home to get some rest. As I walked away though something felt off. So I went back to the house to find both you and your aunt gone. I ran to the docks and there she was ready to set sail. You were still asleep when I took you back from her. Your aunt was not happy." Gobber gave off a dry laugh. "For a moment there I thought I would have to fight her, but I reasoned with her. And she promised that she would be back…that she would take you away from all this. That was years ago, but I have a feeling that some time soon your aunt will be keeping her word."
"Is that why St-dad doesn't talk about her…he's afraid that I'll leave?" I asked, hugging the pillow a little closer. Gobber nodded "your father was nearly destroyed when your mother died…if he lost you Halla" another shake of his head "I don't know what he'd do." 'All these people think that Stoic has that much love for me, but than why don't I see it.' I thought, squeezing my pillow a little harder. "Your aunt was one of a kind…loyal to the very end. She will keep her word about coming back for you." There was something in Gobber's voice that made me feel like I had been punched in the stomach. "Do you think I would go with her?" There was an awkward pause in the air. "Aye believe you would." Another awkward pause "would ya lass…leave I mean." This time it was my turn to be tongue-tied. I thought about it for a moment. "No" Gobber looked at me shocked a little by my answer. "Lass-" I shook my head "There's something I have to do here in Berk, something I have to prove. I can't say I'll never leave Berk, but for right now my answer is no." Gobber seemed to take time to absorb this before he stood up. "I think we should head out now." I looked around this room of treasure for a moment. "Actually Gobber do you mind if I stay here for the rest of the night." Gobber looked at me questionably "are you sure you can find your way back to the village lass." I nodded even though I wasn't sure at all. Gobber still looked at me "I'll be fine." Gobber came over to me and patted my head. "Yes lass you will be" I knew there was something more in that statement than just this conversation, but I wasn't going to ask. All through out Gobber's story pain and sadness was clear on his face. I didn't like it, those expressions shouldn't be on Gobber is usually teasing mocking face. He was after all one of the most rambunctious Vikings around. "Alright lass I'll be heading out make sure to lock up before you leave."
Before he completely stepped out of the cabin, I ran up and hugged him. "Thank you Gobber…thank you for telling me everything" I hugged him a little tighter and I felt his real arm wrap around me giving me a little squeeze back. "It was nothing lass." 'Its not nothing Gobber' I thought. "You were really good friends with aunt Helga weren't you" I asked, losing my grip a bit so I could look at his face. "Aye lass I was, there a reason she trusts me with her treasure." I hug him again and feel him place a kiss on the crown of my head before I let go. "Be careful now lass" I nodded my head as he steps outside, however before clothes the door he say "make sure Blackheart doesn't get you." "GOBBER," I shout, but all I could hear was his laughter and his fading footsteps.