Once again: sorry for the wait. I got things to do so... buuut I'm already writing the next chapter and I will try to update it as soon as I can.
Anyways, here's the story.
Chapter 8: New Life
We kept soaring over the sea as the sun set behind us, heavy, dark clouds moving toward us. Toothless groaned bellow me, I pat his head reassuringly. It had passed almost a week since we leaved Berk. In half a day we leaved the Archipelago and rested in a little island we found outside the fog-wall. After that we haven't touch ground.
Flying south for three days, we fund noting. Toothless insisted to go east and had passed… two days? Yeah, I think it has been two days.
A cold breeze blew and I shivered. I had put my fur-vest with the fur inside –like always in winter- and used my waistband to keep it close. Even with that, long sleeves, and a dragon radiating warm, I was freezing.
I let my cold-numb fingers play in the handle, stretching them to get the cold away, and squinted my eyes to force myself to look into the approaching darkness. I sighed and bended my body until my forehead touched my hands.
Never in my life I had got out of the Archipelago but I knew there were something else. Traders go in and out of the fog-wall often. I had heard Trader Johan speak of many adventures he had outside acquiring his goods. And where would be the romans if there were no more land? Norway surely was close… r-right?
Little drops fell on the back of my head and neck, "No," I groaned as more and more fell on my back; I twisted a little my head to look up between half-closed eyes. A large blanket of tar-black clouds sheltered us. "Perfect." I muttered and returned my head to its previous position.
Toothless growled after I-don't-know-how-many minutes and I felt his ear-plates going up. I raised a little my head to look forward and saw a big shadow resting on the ocean that was getting closer.
Wait. It wasn't getting closer. We were getting closer. It was an island!
I smiled and half a sigh, half a laugh leaved my lips as I looked down to Toothless who was looking back to me with a gummy smile. I returned my gaze forward and looked at the island with new hope.
We could rest, we could eat. I could cuddle with Toothless, get warm and let his body block the cold air.
A new energy shook us. Toothless darted toward the island and I couldn't stop smiling; even the cold seemed to fade and the rain didn't bother me.
As we got closer I could see better the island: tall cliffs and sea-stacks adorned with trees that had been hit by winter, letting them almost naked.
And something else.
Light.
Squeezing my eyes I tried to figure out what were the source of the flickering light but I could only see more shadows.
The island curved out and we landed on the other side; a mass of trees blocked my view. I jumped to the floor as soon as we landed and began to sprint into the forest. Toothless quickly caught up and stopped me.
"I think I saw something." I simply said and got my vest out of his mouth to keep running forward. Toothless groaned but followed.
The black dragon's breathing was slow and steady; his paws made no sound when touching the ground, even with all the dead leaves on it. I could be silent and sneaky, one of the perks of being me: I'm light of feet. Well, I'm light, period.
But even then my steps were a thunderstorm compared to his.
We slowed down as the forest ended on a cliff. I got to my knees and crawled the last steps to the edge to look down; Toothless following close.
Bellow us was a dock. Illuminated with torches all the way to a ship. In land were a few big, metal cages and wooded boxes and barrels full of… weapons, I guess. A man was shouting orders as the crewman ran for the barrels and began to roll them to the ship.
We were too far to understand what he was saying but I had already understood the situation: "Pirates." I whispered as I returned my gaze to the ship, "I'm going down."
Toothless quickly pulled me from the neck of my vest and sat me away from the edge before giving a scold-growl.
"Toothless-" I began but he cut me off with another growl. "I know it's dangerous." I rolled my eyes and got to my feet, "But they surely have clothes. It's just the beginning of the winter and I'm already freezing." I tried to explain. The dragon growled worriedly and pushed his muzzle on my stomach; I hugged his head, "I'm just going in, take some clothes and money, and get out. Easy and simple."
He pulled away a little to look at me; I smiled and caressed his forehead reassuringly. "I'll be fine. They wont even notice me."
The dragon gave a step to my side and lowered his neck so I could jump on the saddle. I did and Toothless drove me down and soared over the ship, camouflaged by the cloudy night-sky.
I put my feet off the mechanism; it wasn't that sensitive so it wouldn't move by its own. Crouching over Toothless back I waited a little until the men leaved the ship for another load then jumped down to the mast.
My foot slipped on the wet wood; landing not so gracefully on the yardarm and almost falling, I got to hold to the yard, hugging it with legs and arms.
I got to my knees, cursing my clumsiness, and looked up trying to find Toothless in the dark. Looking down to check no one were close, I returned my attention to the hided dragon. "Go to land, I can make my way back." I got a growl in response.
Taking a rope from the mast I made my way down. As soon as my feet touched the deck a door swung open. I quickly took a step back and hided behind the mast; my back pressed to it. Heavy steps walked closer and I closed my eyes and prayed to the gods to whoever it was to stop. The person began to round the mast; I gave a step to my right to keep hiding and the person stopped again.
I gave a sneak peek turning a little to my right and caught a man looking up. Damn, he had heard Toothless. It was the man who was shouting orders. I took a moment to examine him while he was distracted: he was tall and the muscles of his arms were well marked; he wore a light-brown sleeveless tunic that ended on his tights; a big blue and white waistband, over it a belt with a sword hanging on his left hip; dark-blue pants covered his legs and light-brown bots his feet.
He had long, dark hair with white strings there and there pulled back in a lose braid; high cheekbones, wide chin, and a big, round nose. In his chin were tattooed three points in line in the middle, flanked by two lines in each side.
And the only thing I could think was: wasn't he freezing?
His eyes leaved the sky and he returned to the dock. Now was the time. I ran to the door the man had leaved, wrenched it open only enough to squeeze between the door and the frame, and shut it close with a wince and turned.
The room was barely illuminated by a few candles resting on a desk at the side of the room. There was a big map on the wall of who-knows-where; it was filled with marks and symbols that I didn't bother to check. A few boxes occupied the rest of the space with weapons and clothes.
Was that it? No treasure chests? No piles of money? Just weapons and clothes? I expected something very different.
I walked to the desk and began opening the drawers but just found compasses, writing utensils and other things that I had no idea what they where –for mapping I suppose. What I did found that were kind of utile were a map in Norse of Scandinavia and an island called Britain. I had no idea of what was that but I rolled it and walked around the room, searching for anything that could be useful.
Picking up a large, cylinder-shaped bag, that reminded me to a quiver, I began to fill it with clothes, the smaller I could find –they all were almost the same. I found a black, bear-fur cloak that was way to big for me but I tied it over my shoulders anyway; I could use it as a blanket.
"Ha-ha!" I cheered in a loud whisper as I found a little bag full of money. I tucked it on my waistband.
"Hurry up! We should be at sea by now!" a voice bummed on the ship and was answered by more voices; I grimace looking at the door with my hands still on my waistband. I ended tying the little bag and closed the bigger one and put it on my shoulder to hurry and-
The ship began to move.
"No, no, no, no, no!" I muttered and ran for the door, opening it a bit and looked outside. Seeing everyone distracted, I got out and ran to my right to hide behind some barrels.
Peeking over a side, I saw the island getting away. I could jump. I could make my best to swim to land.
The rain began to fall heavier. "Get the munitions inside and cover the catapults." The dark-haired man said, pointing to my direction before taking a big sheet of fabric with help of two other men and went to cover a weir-looking catapult that, along with another, filled most of the space on the deck.
A man grabbed the closest barrel to the door and rolled it on its edge. I needed to move. Getting on my knees and checking no one was looking I crawled to a… thing on the right of the ship. I got the bag close to my chest and pressed my back towards… what is this thing? I looked up. It looked like a big crossbow.
I peeked over my shoulder and crawled to the next crossbow.
"Hurry up! We can't be late. You know how he gets when things are not how he wants."
Ignoring hem for a moment, I focused on the land that was getting away on the left side of the ship as it surround the island. I crouched and threw the bag on my shoulder, pushing it with my hand to stay on my back. I just needed to run to the other side of the ship and jump to the water. If they were so preoccupied for arriving on time to wherever they needed they wouldn't bother about me.
One.
My eyes darted between the crewmen and the island.
Two.
I stood up behind the crossbow.
Three!
I ran.
I had gave a couple of steps when suddenly the ship hit something making it to shake and me to lose my balance and fall on my side.
Hide. I needed to hide. I let the crewmen worry about the impact and ran my eyes around. To my right was a big, circular metal-latch. I wasted no time and dropped the bag inside and jumped between the grids.
"What was that?" a nervous voice asked.
"Probably just a fish." A second voice said, bored.
"Are you kidding?" the first voice said, "The thing moved the entire boat!"
"Then a big fish!" the second voice replied.
"Shut it you two!" a third voice cried out.
"It was probably a shark." The second voice said, more calmly this time, "There's no Tidal dragons in this waters, if that's what you were worried about." Then there were steps coming closer. I picked up the bag and walked back and away from the circle of light. "Amateur." The man muttered lowly but he was too close for me to listen.
I didn't dare to breathe when a face looked down to the well. The rain didn't let me tell if he was looking in my direction or not but I had the feeling that I will be spotted.
Hopefully I was too away for him to see me but still I kept moving quietly until I bumped into something.
I stopped and drew a hand back; cold, metal bars, my hand took one, just in case that if we crash on something else I could hold to someth-
A hot breath stroked my back. I pursed my lips trying not to yell as my heart bummed against my chest hard and resisting the impulse of let go the bar and get away. Please, don't be a dragon, please, don't be a dragon. I didn't move. I couldn't, not until the man searching in he shadows bellow him got away.
A threatening snarl resonated on the room, I whimpered lowly. The man kicked the latch, "Shut up." He said annoyed. The snarl stopped and after a few more seconds of searching, the man walked away, "the dragons seems to be fine."
"What could you even see?" someone reproached but I didn't put attention to them anymore. As soon as he was out of sight I let go the metal bar and jumped away. The dark-brown dragon snarled, raising its horned head the more it could; its neck wasn't fully extended when it stopped.
The ship shook again, harder this time, I fell back to the rain and began to crawl to the other side of the room, don't carrying about the impact.
I have seen that dragon on the Manual, I was sure of that but I couldn't put a finger on it. Before I could began to think my back hit another metal-bar-made thing and another snarl filled the room. Slowly, I turned my head only to find three more dragons with their eyes fixed on me. My back was almost on one's mouth. I crawled back to the wall, breathing heavily.
A metal clank made me yelp, I covered my mouth in time so it couldn't be herd and looked up. "Shout it already!" another man had appeared, hitting his sword on the gate. The dragons snarled at him lowly until he leaved.
I was frozen in place with my eyes fixed above until I realized he wasn't coming back. My hand leaved my mouth and I eyed the dragons. The dragon near me I was sure I've never seen it in my life. It was bright red; a large frill adorned with dark-orange spots surrounded its head; a single sort horn and a large lower jaw with fangs popping out. Its back legs were big, like a Deadly Nadder, and its arms ridiculously short. It's crawled wings seemed too small, from my perspective, for such a big dragon.
The other two were a dark-green Gronckle and a sea-like green Nadder that seemed too young; I was sure it would barely pass me if I stood by its side.
I studied the dragons: the four of them had metal muzzles keeping them from fire the ship down and they were chained to the floor by the neck and legs. I could see dried green-blood on their scales and chains.
I looked up, "Why the heck would they have dragons in here?" What kind of pirates captures dragons?
That didn't matter now. I needed to get out and I needed to help them out. I stood up slowly and got close getting snarls in responses being the only thing they could do -the muzzles impede them to shot and the tight chains to move.
But, the Nadder, they could shot spines.
I inspected the dragon's tail and found a weird leather bag covering it, tied to its end tightly with a rope. I swallowed and got close to it. It was the youngest and I got the idea that it may not be so square of mind.
It began to snarl, I said "No, no. It's OK." I gave another step and held out a hand, like I had done lots of times with the dragons at the Ring and with Toothless. "I'm a friend. I'm not gonna hurt you." It didn't stopped snarling so I stopped walking. My hand was at its reach anyway. I closed my eyes and turned my head.
After a few seconds I could feel the horn of the Nadder pressed against my hand. But warm scales and a cold metal-bar wasn't the only thing I could feel.
Fear. Distress. And relief.
Somehow I could feel the dragon's emotions, and when I opened my eyes and looked at his, I could see them in them, too.
"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'm gonna get you out of here." I turned to the other dragons saying that last part but keeping my hands on the green Nadder's jaw. I ran my fingers on the leather straps behind the young dragon's head and found how to get it off.
After thinking a second I said, "Maybe you should put your head on the floor, this thing will make a lot of noise when it falls."
The sea-green dragon flexed its legs and sat on the wooden floor with his head down. I untied the muzzle and let the Nadder free. It open and closed its jaw and squawked, nuzzling me. I couldn't help myself and giggled, caressing his horn.
"What's all that noise for?" The man I guessed was the one in charge asked and his heavy steps got close. I froze in place.
Just before the man appeared above, the Nader pulled me from the fur-cloak and dropped me behind him as the Gronckle and the other dragon covered the lonely muzzle and us.
They snarled at the man.
"Be quiet!" They didn't and the man took out his sword. For a moment I thought he would come down and make something to them; I was already planning how to get rid of him without the crew noticing so I could free the dragons.
But he slammed the sword with the latch. Clank, clank clank. The dragons whimpered and I had the sudden urge of punching the man right on the face.
"That's more likely." He said as he leaved, "and you better stay like that!"
I scowled at the steps up on deck as they passed over me and I decided I would call him "Jerk."
I returned my eyes to the green and… purple dragon? Wasn't it red?
"You change colors?" I asked in awe, the dragon's frill rumbled with the purr of the dragon's response. "I'll take that as a 'yes'" I go to my knees and searched for the knot of the bag on the Nadder's tail; as soon as I unwrap it the young dragon opened his spines.
"Whoa!" I ducked instinctively, "Easy, boy, easy." I raised my hands slowly and pat the spines down, "that's it." I said more calmly as I caressed his tail. Hey! He likes it.
"Now your neck." I whispered and checked out the wooden collar. It had a big lock that I was sure I couldn't break. I passed under the dragon's neck to the other side and checked the metal hinge. That I could do something about.
"I need my tools…" I muttered a little annoyed that I let my satchel on Toothless. But, it's okay; my knife could work to take out the pin. I drew my hand to the back of my belt- Damn it! It was on the saddle, too.
I searched around the room and found an old sword; I pulled it from under more chains –okay, half a sword. It will do the trick. I turned with the half-sword in hand and the dragons snarled.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." I stepped closer to the Nadder, "I'm going to use it to free you." They didn't calm down, the dragon that I still had no idea what was had changed to red. I extended my free hand, looking at the Nadder on the eyes and staying out of its blind spot.
After hesitating he pressed his horn on my hand and I moved to his neck. He was tense and scared, I could feel it but he trusted me too. Being careful to not hurt him I put the sword edge between the pin and the knuckle of the hinge and began to twist it. Prying the sword doesn't break it took me a good minute or so to get the pin lose.
The collar fell with a loud thud at my feet. And I herd steps coming closer; the Gronckle and the other dragon moved again and I crouched, both to not bee seen and to inspect the metal around the dragon's foot. It was like the one on their neck.
Making the same I did for the collar, I looked up but the man was already leaving. I forced the sword and the metal opened.
"Okay, who's next?" I asked putting my hands on my hips and turned to the Gronckle being the closest dragon. It shook its head and nodded to the other side of the room. "Um…" I looked to the other dragon and noticed the chains all around its body and understood fast, I said, "Fine, then you are next." The Gronckle shook its head again and pointed to the now-again purple dragon. I sighed. "As you wish."
Moving on the shadows to not be spotted from above –just in case- I got to the other side and stopped as the brown dragon raised its head again.
"It's okay, boy." The dragon snarled, "uh… girl?" I guessed and the dragon eased, I held up my hand and the dragon tilted her head before pressing it –I could feel her pain. I gave her a smile and moved to the back of her head; without asking she lowered it and I untied the muzzle. She opened and closed her mouth as the Nadder had done. Gods, that thing should be really uncomfortable.
I took the half-sword again and began to twist it on the collar joint. I opened it and let the dragon extend her head. "Now the chains…" I looked around, why would they do this? I mean, she surely is a big dragon but was this really necessary?
I pat her neck and realize she wasn't chained to the floor; looking under her I saw that she didn't had legs. Something began to click on my head and I looked at her wings. All the edge seemed way too sharp. I drew my hand to it but before I could touch it she pulled me away from the cloak.
She sat me in front of her, very away from her wings, like if she didn't wanted me to touch her because I could cut myself. Well, she had a good reason, I was pretty sure those wings could cut trough wood like nothing-
"You are a Timberjack!" I said louder than I should, I looked at the wings again with a growing smile and quote, "Razor-sharp wings that can slice through full grown trees." I laughed and stood up to pat the dragon's head; "I have never seen a Timberjack." She tilted her head in confusion, "That's how we call your species."
"Okay, now let's get you out of this." I got close, careful to not too close to the edge of her wings; her eyes following me close. "Unwrap it will make a lot of noise… maybe I could pull them over your head." My eyes inspected the situation as I made a mental image of it. "Yeah, that could work. I just need to…" I searched with my eyes the end of the chain and found it on the Timberjack's back. I put my hands over her wings, looking that my legs didn't touch the edge of her wing- I felt a pull from the back of the cloak as she pulled and landed me on her back.
I blushed, a little embarrassed. "Thank you." I took the hook tied to the chain end and pulled it off. Slowly I moved and let the Timberjack open her wings. I tossed the hook to the floor and began to pull the chains to her neck. I jumped to the floor and raised the chains over her horns. Slowly to not make too much noise I let the Timberjack free.
"Two done, three to go." I said, counting me, too, and moved to the dragon that I had no idea what was but it was now yellow with green dots.
Lowering its- her… uh, his?... "Uh, boy?" I asked first, the dragon nodded from the floor and I moved to the muzzle straps, then to his neck and made the same I did to the other two dragons, and then moved to the Gronckle as the ship hit something again.
After they all were free there was one steep more to freedom. I looked up and stood on the circle of rain. "I'm going up and will open the latch from above." I aid as I passed the bag over my head, letting the strap cross my chest and tucked the half-sword on my waistband; I kept looking up… how am I going to get there? I looked around for a ladder or something.
The Gronckle walked to my side and gestured to me to get up. I did and raised my arms to the latch. I held to a bar and pulled me up with some difficulty to look if anyone was there –okay, okay, with a lot of difficulty.
I sighed internally; I needed to make some muscle.
Someone put its head under my foot. I poked out of the well and looked on the deck, being just a two persons on deck I slipped trough the grids and crouched behind a catapult examining the metal latch. I spotted a reel on the side and checking again no one was watching, I moved to it, hiding behind it.
I liked my lips nervously and took the handle of the reel, "Please, muscles, don't fail me now." I whispered to myself and began to push the well open. It wasn't as heavy as I tough it would be. The dragons bellow began to growl. "Shhh! Wait…" I looked to the two men that were manning the ship and gestured to the dragons to leave.
The door sung open, Jerk and the rest of the crewmembers got out and spotted me. "Ow, crap." They unsheathe their swords and ran to us.
"Don't let the dragons scape!" Jerk said.
"Go, go! I'll follow you." I screamed and put in front of the open latch taking out the half-sword. They stopped around me and began to laugh.
"And what are you gonna do with that, lassie?" Jerk asked me. But if I had learned something as a Viking was that anything could be a weapon.
"This," I said and threw the sword to him. It passed miserably over his head and hit the mast.
"I think you failed," he gave me smile that was supposed to be charming but wasn't in any way.
"I wasn't pointing at you," I said very sure of myself and all their eyes turned up, expecting that something would fall, like if that had already happen to them. But nothing did. "Stupid" I chuckled as I ran to the water. My favorite weapon: my brain.
I supported on the rail with one hand to jump. Someone graved the bag and pulled me to the deck, I fell on my back and quickly stood up to run again but the man that pulled me stepped on my way. I tried to see another way out but now I was completely surrounded. I kept looking around.
"You didn't think you could get away that easy, did you?" Jerk stepped in, "stealing our dragons with your friend."
Friend? What was he talking about?
"Where is he, anyway?" the man looked on the sky then grinned at me, "it looks like he send you alone. Though you where old enough to handle it?" Jerk gave a step to his right, walking around me. "Don't he know that leaving important things to a runt would end in a disaster?" he asked and got very close to my face.
I stepped back, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jerk laughed along the crewmembers, "but you know about dragons. Drago will be very pissed off when he finds out that we lost his load, but…" he eyed me up and down, "I'm sure you will do."
"What?" I asked and two sets of hands with fingers bigger than my bones took me from behind. "Hey!" I tried to get off.
"Take our new guess down," Jerk told the men holding me, "Chain her." He said looking me with venom in his eyes and turned away. I screamed and fought back, but whom was I kidding, these men doubled my size and tripled my weight.
They turned me and began to drag me to the latch. Think, Hiccup. Think! I looked around searching for a solution and found it on the foot of the man on my right –it was bandaged under his boot. I grinned and with all the force I could I stomped his foot.
Jerk #2 yelled in pain and let go my arm, I elbowed his stomach to take him down and used the little moment of confusion to turn on Jerk #3 and punch him on the throat. Jerk #3 instantly fell on the deck. Don't wanting to meet any other Jerk I ran again.
I herd the blade cutting the air before I saw it, I tried to step back but Jerk #1 was too close.
The ship shook again; my foot slipped on the wet deck and I fell on my butt, I thanked my clumsiness and rolled to my side before the man swung again his sword down to me; it got tucked on the wooden floor. I kicked him on the crotch and stood up.
"This was very funny, guys, but I have to go." I climbed the rail and jumped to the water, "hope I don't see you soon!" My feet had just leaved the ship when huge talons graved me by the shoulders. I looked up and saw a dragon with huge wings changing from red to yellow. I laughed.
A roar that I knew too well made me look down to the water. "Toothless!" he was the one hitting the ship?
I wanted the dragon to drop me and swim to land with Toothless but we almost were there so I waited. Toothless swam fast, he slithered trough the water just under us. The dragon had put me down carefully before landing on my side. I pat his horn and walked to the beach line. Toothless exploded out of the water and snarled.
Smiling, I gave a step forward but the dragon pulled me back, changing to red. The other three dragons flanked him. Toothless roared and I need to squeeze myself between the dragons to get in front of them.
"Calm down!" I screamed, Toothless did but kept a threatening glare. "All of you." I turned to the four dragons and after a moment they did. "He's my friend." I told the dragons, Toothless snorted as if confirming that I was his. "Shut it," I returned my eyes to him, "they helped me out."
One by one Toothless looked at the dragons and ended on me. His pupils dilated and his growl became a purr that didn't last long. He was more relaxed, still looking at them angry, I could tell he didn't like them. It was the same look he had with Asher.
I returned my head to the dragons and waited for them to calm down.
"That's more likely." I said and got to Toothless' side. He moved so I could get on. The other dragons saw the saddle and I herd them snort in disbelief. Toothless snarled and curled his tail around me, he eyed the fin I made and growled to the dragons.
They shut up but kept that look on their eyes. I didn't like it. But Toothless didn't care and lowered his neck. I rode him and looked back at the ship.
"We need to get away from here." I told Toothless and we took off and after the look the other dragons had gave Toothless I even wanted to see where they had flew to.
Toothless and I entered the forest, far away form the shore, and landed. I didn't realize I was shivering until Toothless wrapped around me. I took off the bag and lay it on the ground to use it like a pillow and covered with the cloak. He covered his head and me with his wing making a little roof for the rain.
But I couldn't sleep now.
I felt tired, yes, but even when I was angry at the other dragon there were so many questions. They had been the first dragons I saw outside the Archipelago and once again I had prove myself that dragons weren't what I had always thought.
I wanted to know what kind of dragon was that. Why had he helped me when I had already let them free? I didn't build a relationship like I did with Toothless. Or had pass days with them like with the dragons on the Rink.
I wanted to know if all the Gronckles were so caring for the others like that or if it was just the way to being of that dragon. I wanted to know why it had told me to help the other dragons first. Do they have any kind of hierarchy?
May be for age. I helped the younger first because I tough it would be easier but the other dragons actually looked older than the Gronckle. May be they had any other kind of order, by strength of something. Or was it just because the Timberjack was more uncomfortable and wounded.
I needed to know more dragons to know. I needed to study them. Gods, I could study them. Like they really are. What they do, if they emigrate, I could see baby dragons and see how they grow. How long it takes to get their full size, since when they could fire, the possibilities were limitless.
"How old are you?" I asked Toothless. He growled low. "Do you keep a track of that? Like… birthdays and that." He grumbled and sifted a little. "My birthday is at the end of the winter," I told him but something told me that he didn't wanted to talk. "I'm gonna be sixteen years old. How long have you live?" He rose his paw to my shoulder and moved the cloak over my head in a clearly "Shut up."
"Okay, okay." I mumbled and get the cloak away from my face and tried to sleep.
I felt all the energy drain me as I shut up. My eyelids closed and just before I fell asleep I felt Toothless paw on my shoulder again, but pulling me closer to him.
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