The great hall felt like it was about to collapse on both Vylmas and Ingrid heads.
Vylma just wanted to get out of there and had to tell herself to listen of what people around her said. They discussed how they would take Grimmel down and win the war as easily as possible.
Vylma was questioned a lot as they wanted as much information on Grimmel and his plan as they could be giving. She of course told them everything she knew, expect for the night fury house and that she had killed a dragon, that they didn't really need to know and was the information she didn't need to tell them. She told them about the cages and the poor dragons that was locked inside them. How badly they were treated and how Grimmel didn't really care about them.
The talk about rescuing those dragons was shut down by Vylma after she asked them what they would tell Grimmel if they got caught freeing dragons they should know nothing about. They couldn't just tell him that Vylma told them about the dragons, that would ruin the plan and it wouldn't help them or the dragons.
In the end, the meeting was over and Vylma walked fast out of the great hall. Barely remembered what had been said in there but didn't care at that moment.
Vylma walked back to the backside of the Haddock house where Brie had landed and Vylma looked at the sky trying to locate her dragon or if she needed to call her.
She hadn't heard her mother's footsteps in the grass until she heard her name being called and Vylma clenched her jaw when she saw her mother's face.
Astrid didn't look angry or anything like that, but the concerned face she held and eyes that was looking for something in Vylma, made Vylma feeling like a kid who had done something wrong.
"Vylma," Astrid said gently and stopped before her, "what happened when you were on Grimmels island?"
Vylma didn't say anything. She looked away from her mother to the air, looking for Brie.
"Vylma." she said gently and placed a hand on her daughters upper arm. "Something happened there. I know it."
Not a sound came from Vylma and she still had her eyes looking for her dragon.
Astrid gripped tighter on Vylma's arm and made her look at her. "You know you can talk to me." she said soothing.
Vylma bit her lip and felt tears coming. "All does poor dragons." she whispered and held back her tears. "Caged up just for being what they are. How they are born and something they can't change." she say Brie coming her way and Vylma looked into her mothers eyes. "We need to save them and Barvik and Berk and every dragon in this world."
Brie landed in front of them and made a soft rumble.
Vylma took her mother's hand that was placed on Vylmas arm in hers. "Grimmel can't win, because if he do the world will never be the same." she let her hand fall down from her mothers and was about to walk away when Astrid gently hugged her.
"He won't win. We won't let him and trust me when I say this; we have never lost a fight that has been thrown at us, even if we can't see a way out, we somehow comes out in a victory and as long we are willing to fight, we have a chance to win."
Vylma smiled into her mother's shoulder and felt comfort with her mother's arms around her.
The horrible thoughts went away for a minute. No thoughts about the female night fury she had killed, but it came back as soon her mothers safe arms wasn't around Vylma anymore.
Ingrid listen carefully what the people around her said. The different plans that came and went when a error came up and the way Vylma told them about Grimmels plans made Ingrid even more sick in the stomach.
Her parents had told her that she didn't need to come to this meeting, or more like they didn't want her to come with them. But her brothers was going and her friends, so of course she needed to be there too.
Stoick had even tried to talk her out of it, but she had put her foot down and nothing of it was more discuss about it.
Ingrid sat between her parents as this wasn't a formal meeting. It was just her friends, parents, the chief and the chiftness, her uncle and his wife, Eret, Snotlout and Heather. A meeting just to get an idea of what the war was going down. As the future wife of Berks heir, Ingrid should be sitting by Stoicks side of the meeting if it was formal, but this was just between friends, or more like between family.
They had waited for Vylma the whole day, but she had finally come and the information she had told them, made Ingrid regret she had come at all.
Images of the dungeon and Grimmels face, flashed in Ingrid's mind and she was ready for the meeting to end.
She felt more and more responsible for this war and wished she could go back in time and tell herself not to go on that stupid trip alone with Kyria. Or not going at all!
Why did she had to bring the dragon eye with her? What was she thinking?
In the end the great hall felt like it was about to collapse on Ingrid head and she felt more and more trapt. She wanted to run out of there, but at the same time she wanted to stay and listen at what was said. The problem was all the information she took in and her brain felt more and more tangled.
This was her fault and now everyone around her was taking the hit she had caused. People could die and it was on her. The future chiftness of Berk was going to kill her own village, before she even got the position.
Ingrid twisted her hands together in her lap and bit her cheek, while her heart beat fast in her chest. She turned her eyes to the table before her and she felt a hand on top of hers.
Her mother had felt her daughters worried aurora and had placed a gently and calm hand on top of Ingrids troubled hands.
Ruffnut didn't even had to look at her daughter to know Ingrid felt more calm. The worried aura around her vanished, but not the fear and panic Ingrid felt inside. She just hoped it wasn't too late.