Enjoy the next chapter! Or don't, it's pretty sad lol.


Entry 87

Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. And now… I have… nothing.

I tried to show them. I STARTED to show them. But then my dad spooked the Nightmare, and next thing I knew, I was running for my life. Astrid forced her way into the Ring, trying to distract the dragon, and my dad yelled for us to come to him. Astrid made it, but the Nightmare shot at me just before I got to safety. I ran the other way, and it tossed me to the ground, trapping me in its claws.

And then… the telltale screech of a Night Fury rang out, and Toothless appeared, fighting the other dragon off. He got it to back down, and I pleaded for him to run, but he wouldn't budge. Vikings poured in and Toothless fought off each one, just digging himself deeper. He tackled my father and was preparing to shoot, and I yelled for him to stop and he did, and then… they got him. Pinned him to the ground and threw him in the cages with the other dragons. I tried to run to him, but Astrid held me back… and then, my father's hand was clamped to my vest and I was being dragged away.

He was silent, all the way to the Great Hall, and I knew this was it. I'd gone too far this time.

He began yelling about everything I've done just being a lie, and I tried to defend myself, but my words were no match for his. In the heat of it all, I ended up mentioning something about the Nest, and about how only a dragon can find it. An idea clicked in his eyes and I tried to tell him not to do it, because there would be no coming back, but… he just wouldn't listen. Finally, he threw me to the ground and said…

"You've thrown your lot in with them. You're not a Viking… you're not my son." And then, the door slammed.

I waited. I waited for him to turn around, to take back those words. It was too much, even for him; it had to be. But he didn't come back.

I sat there, trying to understand what I'd just done. I always made jokes about being thrown out of the tribe but… this is real. Toothless is going to be used to get to the Nest, then be killed. And once they get back… I'll be exiled. No. No, no, this can't be happening.

As this registered, I got up, running to the docks as fast as I could. But when I got there, it was already too late. Toothless was bound in chains, being lowered onto a ship. Every able bodied Viking was boarding the fleet, and my dad… he couldn't even look at me. I know he saw me, but after a moment's glance, he looked away. And in that moment… I felt as though a piece of me had died.

What can I do now? I'm watching the sails of the ships slowly fade away, and I can't seem to move. I have nothing left. No father, no tribe, no friends…

No hope.

It's finally gone. That little piece of me that persevered no matter how bad things got. That believed there was more for me, somewhere in the future. I… I can't see anything anymore. No point in trying, in going on. Just… emptiness.

I've known for years now that my dad didn't believe in me. But even with that knowledge, I never really thought it would go this far. I always thought being... disowned... that's just too much. But this is it; this is really it, and it's all my fault.

Why? Why did I have to befriend that stupid dragon? Why couldn't I have just killed him like I wanted to for so many years?

Why... why am I such a mistake?

What's going to happen now? I don't know. Because all I see is darkness.


I know it defeats the purpose, but I just wanted to point out how Hiccup didn't even sign this entry, because he feels like its all over for good. That's pretty sad...