Sorry for the absence yesterday, had a big project to finish.
Entry 33
I can already tell this is going to be much harder than I thought. I've been trying, really, really trying to do everything right. But it seems like misfortune is just bound to follow me wherever I go.
Last night, there was another dragon raid. I begged Gobber to let me out there, and he finally relented and gave me a few of his traps to set up by the livestock. Now, I blame what ended up happening on the idea that my life is basically cursed, but that doesn't change the facts. I did what Gobber told me to do, setting up his traps around the fence protecting Sven's sheep. I guess I learned SOMETHING from the disaster with my trap, because I didn't nearly lose a hand this time, but that was where the good luck ended.
You see, the problem with ground traps is that dragons have to be, well, on the GROUND. And why would they do that when they have WINGS? Dragons only land when they're taking stuff… So what good would traps be placed outside the enclosure when the dragons could just fly over them, then snatch the sheep? Absolutely no good, that's what.
For a moment, I considered moving the traps inside the fence, but that would just lead the sheep to an early slaughter, so I decided not to. But as I was there, contemplating this problem, a roar sounded above my head, and I looked up to see the exact thing I'd just predicted happening. I can't explain exactly what made me do it, but a rush of anger unlike anything I'd felt before hit me, and before I realized what I was doing, I'd jumped the fence. I think I yelled something at the dragon (as if it can actually understand me, yeah right), and threw myself over a sheep.
"You're gonna have to get through me first, demon!" I shouted, before I realized just what that meant. Yeah, because a scrawny human who can't even throw a good punch is totally an obstacle for a two ton fire-breathing flying lizard.
The dragon (a Monstrous Nightmare, lucky me), lit itself on fire, snarling and preparing to dive. I shut my eyes, waiting for my inevitable death, when something latched onto the back of my vest and I was thrown to the side. At first, I thought it was the dragon's claws, and I was about to be carried off, but then I heard someone yelling, and the dragon screeching.
I looked over to see one of the Berkian men fighting the beast, and after a good few hits to the face, it finally backed down and flew away. Once it was gone, the man (who I now recognized as a guy called Hoark), grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
"Idiotic move, boy," he growled. "You're lucky I was nearby, or I'd have to explain to your father why his heir is no more.." He shoved my shoulder. "Let's go tell him just what happened, shall we?" I just bit my tongue and started walking, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.
And that's how I ended up here. My dad hasn't said a word since I explained the whole story, and I'm worried. He's probably trying to figure out how to tell me how much of a screw up I am in a way I haven't heard before. I'll write more once he finally does explode…
Until next time…
-H
