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How to Train Your Dragon

By Thora Diana Haddock

Chapter 28: Trolls do exist

The morning came and with that the troop moved out. Since the skies were too dangerous to fly in, they took the long way on the ground. Turns out that the dragons were also useful for moving through tough terrain when it was too difficult for humans to advance through.

Hookfang and Stormfly had long enough legs, they could walk over any small debris. Meatlug could eat any oversize rocks that were in her way. They could also climb the obstacles that were larger than they are with long claws or use their wings to flap or hover over them. In some cases, the riders had to hang on tight in order to not fall off.

Eventually, they came across a swamp, which on the other side of it was a tunnel. "That must be the tunnel that leads outside the storms." Asgerd said. "Come on, let's go!" Thora said urging Stormfly to move forward, "The men could be at the nest by now and we need to stop them before they break the seal." They rushed towards the tunnel with much anticipation, hopping, and crawling over the stones that lead to the tunnel across the lake.

Just when they were about to reach the entrance, two large figure, twice the size of Stoick himself, jumped out in front of them. "Who dares to cross into Troll territory?" the two large creatures asked menacingly. "Trolls do exist?!" Thora stated flabbergasted, "My father's not going to believe this."

"If you want to pass us then…" the taller one said. "Hey!" the shorter one said, tapping his companion's shoulder. "What?" the taller one asked annoyed. "It's my turn to give the warning!" The shorter one said. "Is not!" the taller said/ "Is too!" the shorter one snapped back. Then the argument went back and forth until they ran out of breath. "You did it last time." the taller one argued. "That was over two hundred years ago!" the shorter one stated. "Ugh! Go ahead!" the taller one said in defeat.

The shorter one cleared his throat and started acting scary again. "If you want to pass us then, you must give us a gift as red as you can get. If you don't we'll grind your bones to make our beds." he warned. We just stood there in confusion.

"Bread." the taller one stated. "What?" the shorter one said, perplexed. "The expression is 'Grind your bones to make our bread' not 'bed'." the taller one explained. "Oh!" the shorter one exclaimed, "Who would make to eat bread made of bones? It might break a tooth." "Well who would sleep in a bed full of bones, it would be uncomfortable and put a kink in your back." the taller one argued back.

"Why does this sound so familiar?" Tuff asked no one in particular. "Yeah this is total déjà vu." Ruff stated. "Maybe that's you fight like that pretty much every day." Snotlout answered bluntly. "Do we?' Ruff asked, flabbergasted. "Yep!" Thora answered. "Wow! We must look really pathetic." Tuff stated. "You think?" everyone minus the twins said in unison.

"But we don't have anything in red." Fishlegs said. "Except for Hookfang's scales." Asgerd stated. "Yeah, these ought to do!" Snotlout exclaimed as he tried to take one from Hookfang. Which, earned a buck off and a snap from the tail. "That won't work if Hookfang doesn't want to shed." Fishlegs stated.

"Those won't do, the color or style is not to our taste." the shorter troll said. "What do you mean style?" "Thora asked. "See these trinkets behind us?" The taller one asked, referring to a small cave in the side of the tunnel.

"There's mostly rubies and garnets, and other items that are in red." Asgerd stated. "Yes, we love pretty reddish things, in all shades." the taller troll stated. "But we want more soft things to have, like wool, or thread, or…" the shorter one said, thinking of another item with soft texture. "Hair?" Thora asked. "Yes, ooh, like yours." the taller troll said. "Ooh yes, a pretty reddish brown hair color like yours, it will make nice thread for us." the shorter one agreed.

Thora was concerned, this creatures want her beautiful auburn hair, which she had inherited from her late mother, for trade. She was hesitate at first, but then she thought about her father and the men who were about to lose their lives at any moment. Without any more hesitation, she took out her knife and bought it to her hair. "Thora! What are you going?" Fishlegs asked.

The next moment, everyone gasped at what she done. Her beautiful hair was now in a short bob length with longer strands in the front. "Thora! Your beautiful hair!" Ruff exclaimed. "Your hair was the most beautiful in the village!" Fishlegs exclaimed. "My hair will grow back someday guys, but the men might not have another day to live if we don't go now." Thora stated with slight sadness in her voice, but there was no time for tears.
"Would this be worthy of the toll?" she asked as she held the flock of hair to the trolls. "Yes, gladly." the taller troll said as he took the locks of auburn. "Alright, you may pass!" the shorter troll said. "Come on, Sky fire Fleet, we hadn't a moment to lose." Thora exclaimed as she and others flew down the tunnels at great speed and out of the Ring of Storms and speeding to the Nest before it's too late.