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~~"Who dares to attack the protector!"
"Who's there?" I ask. I turn towards the place where I heard the voice. An angry Monstrous Nightmare emerges up the cliff face, and when it reaches the top, it smashes the launcher.
"Please be a Nightmare unit..." But it proceeds to roar at me, light up, and charge towards me.
"Wrong kind of Nightmare!" With that said I take off running and screaming. "Oh Thor, Oh Thor, Oh Thor!."~~
The Nightmare, whilst charging towards me, fires a quick blast of flames towards me as I weave through the streets-towards the fighting forces within the compounds of central hub. In complete honesty, this wasn't exactly how I wanted to celebrate a small achievement.
As I round the corner of the street it shoots another shot towards me, luckily I turn right, disappearing behind a building as the flames reach me. Along with finding a sturdier cover-behind one of the spotlight towers.
Dad quickly spots me as I'm screaming and running for dear life and calling me out for it. "HICCUP!
He quickly turns to the small team of vikings he was assisting with a group of netted Nadders. "DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!" And races towards me.
As soon as I retake cover, the Nightmare decides to unleash a long stream of fire towards my spot on the other side of the tower. Once the flames recede, I take a look towards the Nightmare and I see that it is spitting out small amounts of flaming hot liquid out from its mouth. "Drats, hit my limit. No matter. The possibility of a toothpick is out there." It slightly chuckles to itself, I think, and attempts to charge at me.
But dad intercepts it with his hammer promptly knocking it away from the spotlight tower.
The Nightmare temporarily forgets that it ran out of shots and attempted to fire at dad, but just like before it only managed to spit out some small, fiery, and hot liquid. "Ha, yer all out you monstrous beast!" Dad triumphantly says and proceeds to slap the Nightmare silly.
Seeing that it is losing the battle against dad, it backs away from my fathers attacks and takes to the skys. Once the Nightmare flies off into the horizon along with several other dragons as the sun rises, he turns around looking for me. As he completes his 180 degree turn the red hot metal from the base of the spotlight tower starts leaning away from its position; thus causing the spotlight tower to fall over towards the Nadders that were trapped in the net. Exposing me in a crouched position. I slowly make my way towards a standing position.
As it fell the vikings placed in charge of holding said Nadders from escaping had no choice to abandon their prisoners as the tower fell towards them, glass shattering and sparks flying from the crashing tower. With the crashing tower they allow the Nadders to remove their rope prison and escaped.
Dad watched the whole scene play out, his face once full of triumph and achievement, now turned disappointed and anger. "Hiccup."
"H-hey d-dad. This m-may seem bad, but I hit-"
"Go home." He growled.
"But I hit the Night Fury."
"Sure you did, can't you see that you caused enough trouble as it is, now you are claiming something so lutercus as THAT! GO. HOME."
"But…"
"Now!" Steam practically bellowing out of his ears. "Gobber make sure she gets there." Eying the two limbed smith.
"And you young lady," He turns back to me holding a finder accusingly.
"We aren't done yet. I'll talk to you when I'm done cleaning up this mess of yours."
He then turns around and starts helping with cleanup with whatever needs to be cleaned up (mainly the spotlight tower remains) and instructing those from the Nightmare Units back towards the ground to assist.
"Aye Stoick." Gobber raised his hammer prosthetic confirming the order. "Come along now Helena." He gently pushes me towards the hilltop positioned house.
"Arg, fine." Finally giving in; walking in front of Gobber towards the house.
As we walked up towards the large house on the hill known as the chief's house and mech hanger next to it, we walk past the other teens and Snotlout but as soon as he and the twins started making comments on my 'performance', Pain decides to bite his arm and he takes off running, trying to pry his rouge bot off him.
The twins finish their snarky comments and start chasing after Snotlout, bickering and butting heads as they went. Ashton just gave his signature glare towards me whilst Fishlegs started to shrink himself to try and give me a supporting glance, but otherwise, was just to shy to make it well known. "He never listens." I speak up after we walk away from the other teens.
"Runs in the family.' Gobber retrots remembering Stoick's father.
"But whenever he does, he always has this disappointed scowl on his face. Like someone skimped the meat on his sandwich."
"Now Helena, we both know that he means well." He hesitates a bit looking for the right words.
"He just doesn't know the best way of showing it."
"I know, but, like, most of the time I feel like he always wanted the complete opposite of who I am.' I stop at the house's front door.
"Excuse me barmaid, I asked for a child with muscles with guts and glory on the side! This here is a talking fishbone!" I exclaim doing my best impression of my father.
"And a freak nonetheless" I gently open the charred door slightly.
"Now listen here lass, it's not on the outside your father can't stand. It's what's on the inside he can't stand."
"Thank you for summing that up." Popping the 'p' at the end of up.
Explained Gobber tying his best to comfort me. "Yer aren't a freak lassie."
"Then how do you explain my 'condition' then?" I question.
"In short terms, you were gifted for a reason. Be glad it's from yer mother's side of the family."
"Thanks." I reply dryly.
He rolls his eyes. "Anyway. Going back to my previous statement. How to start," He pauses slightly gathering his thoughts or wordings. Hard to tell if you ask me.
" Okay, got it," He resumes. "Look the thing is, stop trying to something your not, okay. You are not clearly not father, you for sure aren't me, you are you, you-if I dared to say this in front of yer father he would throw somethin at me-you are a near perfect copy of your mother.
Now with that said, don't let anyone say that you can't be you otherwise. Yes, you can certainly act like us, you can certainly try. but you can never really be like us, once again, you are you." He pokes me on the shoulder gently with his hammer hand thus sending me gently towards the door.
"Thanks Gobber," I sigh softly as I turn my head to the door.
"But I still want to be one of you guys." I say as I fully turn and walk into the house.
When the door closed I heard Gobber start to walk away towards the great hall while he muttered "Heh, still just like your mother." As he turned around slightly shaking his head at fond happy memory as he went.
Once I knew the coast was clear I grabbed my trusty notebook/sketchbook and rushed out the back door towards the forest, destination, Ravens Point and its forest.
-Begin Recorded Event-
_Unit Sharpshot sending transmission: Accepted_
-Location: Berk; Great Hall-
-Alert Status: Zippleback Yellow; Going Terror Green-
-Time: 0748 (8:48 Am); roughly 0100 after sunrise-
"Okay, since it seems that everyone is here, lets get to why I called you all here." Stoick places a map of the archipelago onto his table and opens it.
"One more search, just before the ice starts setting in." Stoick calls while pointing at a map of where the dragons
nest is supposedly.
"Those ships never come back!" Yelled a concerned viking.
"WE'RE VIKINGS, it's an occupational hazard!" Stoick retorts. "Now who's with me"
Not a single viking's hand went up. "Okay… those who stay… get to look after Hiccup." Still not a single had went up, as everyone knew that they could trust Hiccup with not destroying the village outside raids. Even though she was always tended to be hiding in the development buildings, the forge, her household hanger, and whilst underneath that cloak of hers.
"Fine, you gave me no other option, but, those who stay now, will have the greatest honor of looking after Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut," The meeting attendees start murmuring to each other, clearly not liking where this is going. "And ensuring they don't do anything stupid, well, beyond their normality of stupid."
Suddenly all hands of those that were eligible to go on the venture went up. As noone wanted to deal with the trio due to their high habit of harassing and pranking those they could land their eyes upon. "I'm with you Stoick!" Spitelout shouted from his spot in front of Stoick.
"Now that's more like it. Prepare yourselves and the ships, we leave after the sun sets, and make plans to have your mech operational incase I call for your units!"
As everyone files out of the hall Gobber finishes a quick swig of his mead from his mug prosthetic and tells Stoick that he's off to pack up some undies. "No, I need you to stay here."
"Uh, yer reasoning behind me stayin is, what?" Placing his good arms' elbow on the table and pointing towards Stoick.
"I need you to stay here and train the new recruits."
"Ah perfect. While I'm out training the recruits, Helena can cover me in the FORGE. Plenty of things that she could do, with sharp objects, heavy machinery, high voltage electricity, repair work the terror units, other Mech units; the works; what could possibly go wrong?"
Stoick sighs at the mention of his daughter. "What am I going to do with her?"
"Put her in with the others." Shooting Stoick a concerned and serious look.
"You know I can't do that."
"And why not old friend."
"Must J really have to say it again?"
"Yes, so that I know what kind of situation she is in and that's the reason why you don't want her in."
Stoick sighs once again. "She doesn't have a mech and she-she just seems... so fragile; unlike her mother…"
"Now Stoick, I know what you are thinking, we both know that there isn't a way fer sure to know if Valka is still truly out there. But you are correct about Helena." Gobber turns back to his mug and mutters into it.
"Well partly right anyway."
"But I'm still not putting her in the training program "Stoick exclaims as he stands up from the map table.
"Stoick, I wouldn't be saying this if it didn't concern me, but, you can't keep on protecting her."
"Yes, I can."
"No, you can't"
"Yes-"
"Stoick, stop. We both know for a highly well known fact, even her great-grandmother knows this, you can't protect her forever."
"But Gobber, even since she was born, she has been different. Even when she could crawl she was different, even with that cloak she refuses to take off. I took her fishing and she went troll hunting!"
"Trolls exist, they steal yer left socks, what's with that?" Gobber retorts scratching his chin with his mug.
"Ever since I was a boy." Stoick proudly states as he starts pacing behind Gobber, whom of which is still trying to finish his mug of mead and trying to fish out one one of his false teeth that fell into the mug.
"Oh here we go once again." Gobber sighs and rolls his eyes while hammering his false tooth back into place with his mug.
"Ever since I was a boy, my father said, to hit my head repeatedly against a rock. And you knew what happened?"
"You got a headache."
"YES! EXACTLY! Wait, hold on. What, NO! That rock eventually split in two. And you know what it did? It taught me that we are VIKINGS and that we could do anything. It taught me that we could move mountains, control the savageness of the seas, and defeat anyone or anything that stood in our way. But Hiccup-my girl isn't that type of viking."
"Stoick, as a long time friend, her godfather, and trusty advisor. You won't always be around to protect her. You can only prepare her. Out of everything, she's probably out there right now hunting for that night fury she claims to have struck down, along with those innovations she has. I've left her alone in the FORGE with the simplest thing to do, and what did she do, not only did she do what I asked her to, she build that terror of hers, along with giving Grump an AI module all to itself. That now lazy mech of mine.
I'll say this one more time, you can't and always won't be around to protect her, but you can always prepare her." With that said and done, Gobber finishes up his mean, gets up from his spot on the table adjacent to the map table, and walks out of the great hall back towards the FORGE hanger. Leaving said chief and father focusing on what Gobber had said prior to his leaving,
"Oh, Val, what to do, what am I do?" Stoick mutters to himself as he rolls up the maps and heads back towards the radio tower to relay instructions to Dragon Mech units that would go on the venture to find the nest, and to mentally preparing himself to talk to Helena.
-End Recorded Event-
_Terror Unit Sharpshot transmission terminated_
-Location: Berk; Raven Point Forest-
-Alert Status: Terror Green-
-Time: 0803 (9:03 Am); roughly 0200 after sunrise-
"Stupid trajectory, stupid wind resistance, stupid calculations! AAAARRRGGGH!" I yell as loud as I can while crossing out and striking out another spot on my map of Ravens Point forest.
"Some people manage to lose a mug, a knife, or even their stupid socks! But here I am losing a WHOLE DRAGON!" I then flip down my cloaks hood to try and let myself breath for a bit and continue of my way searching section 5 of the forest.
After another 20 or so minutes walking around, I yell out again; out of frustration. Eyes turning into slits and I start clawing the nearest tree to get my anger out. When I'm done with my fit of rage, the base of the ancient tree looks the same way whenever Ashton uses his axe for 'training' against the trees.
I then continue on my hunt for the Night Fury a tad bit longer before heading home. As I turn around a low hanging branch snags the hood of my cloak and pulls me backwards. But upon being pulled back but the forsaken branch, I'm tossed into some sort of trench, that was recently carved out, with broken trees littering the sides of the trench.
WAIT WHAT! I recover from the fall and take a look at my hood before investigating what is at the end of the trench. And what I hoped that wouldn't come true, came true, the front half of the hood is hanging on the branch I snagged earlier. Great. Well another trip to the fabrics shop is in order, but that can wait as I hear something breathing heavily.
As I near the end of the rocky and dirty trench, something large and black is laying on its side, tightly wrapped in ropes. "No way…" I exclaim my eyes wide as plates with my mouth wide open.
"I-I actually did it. I-I hit it!" I say as I take out my hunting knife and walk around the bolder I was hiding behind at the end of the trench.
"I HAVE TAKEN DOWN THIS MIGHTY-WOAH-OOF!" I yelp as I place my boot on top of the dragons belly but upon placing my foot on it, the dragon shifts trying to get my boot off of it, causing me to lose my balance and topple over onto the ground near its head.
"-beast." I squeak out as I lay there on the ground.
I quickly recover from the tumble, grabbed my knife off the ground, lightly dusted myself off, and looked back at the night fury. But upon doing so, I wish I hadn't. It's eyes wide open and trained right on me, watching my every move. Looking like it's judging me, soul and mind. I stagger away from it, fumbling the knife in my hands trying to get a good grip on it. Once I get a grip on my knife situation, I walk back over to the night fury. "I-I'm going to cut your heart out dragon. A-and I'm going to present it to my father to show that I do have the qualifications to be a viking!"
"I-" I bring the knife towards the dragons underside preparing to strike where it's heart would be, and rose the knife above my head ready to strike.
It looks directly at me, huffs, and it closes its eyes acknowledging that it is going to die. "I did this."
I let the knife drop towards the ground along with me goin on my knees and I proceed to look at my claw-like hands. Similar shaped scales that shine with a slight hue of dark blue on the dragon; shine a hue of violet on me. I look back at the dragon's head its eyes still closed, accepting its fate.
"This isn't right." I whisper as I pick up my knife.
I start cutting the ropes that tightly tie the dragon down, it's eyes quickly open and turn to slits as it hears the snapping of the rope nearest to its front legs.. It shifts, trying to get the ropes off as they loosened. "Please don't kill me, please don't."
Snap goes the second rope. Snap, the third rope Snap, the fourth rope.. "Please... Don't..." I faintly murmur under my breath as I approach the final rope by its hind legs and start sawing it.
The final rope snaps, and in an instant the night fury pins me against a large rock at the end of its crash course trench. Arms by the shoulders are pinned by its claws holding them down. The center of its paw holding down my chest, a claw nearly digging into my throat. My tail gets lodged from around my waist and hangs out of my cloak in plain sight. Thankfully only the dragon is around and with me now so it's not all that bad.
I start to breathe heavily as I start to head into a panic state to get away, but the dragon is hold, at this moment, not budging. I look back towards the dragon, and it is just looking at me from head to toe, then it starts sniffing me? What? Once it has finished it just stares directly into my eyes, its hold slightly loosens, then tightens, like it was shocked or something. It then opens up its mouth full of pointy teeth and moves closer to my head. So this is how I am to leave this word, decapitated by dragon. I gasp, hold my breath, turn my head away from the sharp rows of teeth, and close my eyes expecting a quick death…
But it never came, I look back at the night fury, instead it killing me, it jumps off me ending my pinned stare, raises its front paws off the ground, and stomps them back on the ground when it released a blood chilling roar in my face. Then it took off. Hitting itself against trees, rocks, and even the ground as it tried to take flight.
Once its gone, along with the ringing in my ears. Gods that hurt. I stand up rewrapping my tail around my waist and body, and recovering myself with my once nice cloak, now covered in dirt, leaves, grass, and tears (the noun form). I grab my knife that was tossed aside when I was pinned, placed it back into its holster within my inner vest. And I turn on my heels back towards the village from once I came. But my body had other ideas, because as soon as I took the first few steps, my body shut down from the shock and I fainted, great.
-Location: Berk; Ravens Point forest-
-Alert Status: Terror Green-
-Time: 1927 (7:24 pm); 0012 before sunset-
I reawaken to a face stuffed in the grassy forest floor. As I get up, I notice that the sky is turning a brilliant and vibrant coloration of yellow, red, and orange; great, I was hoping to get home before the sun started setting but looks like that is no longer an option. "Lets just hope dad isn't home yet." I speak to the closing darkness.
I've never really had a hard time with the darkness, sure there are those who are scared of it. But I'm one of those who like to have fun with the darkness surrounding everything, don't know why.
As I round out of the edge of the forest, I take a look at all the houses that are visible from my spot at the forest's edge. Most of the houses in sight either have no light shining out as the occupants have turned in for the night, the occupant is getting ready for their night guard shift, or in my case, waiting for someone to come home.
Normally dad isn't home around this time, but the house is clearly filled with light, so he still to talk.
I creep into the house hoping that he wouldn't notice me enter and climb up the first stair but… "Hiccup." He says while absentmindedly stroking the central fireplace flaming coals.
"Uh, h-hey dad, need something?"
"I need to talk to you." He gets up from his spot near the fire and turns to me.
"I need to tell you something." We both say as soon as he turns around.
"What?"
"You go first." He states.
"N-no it's okay, you go ahead."
"Okay," he pauses to what I can only assume he is collecting his thoughts. "You get your wish, Dragon and Pilot training, you start in the morning like the others!" An excited look spread across his face.
"Oh gods," I start rubbing the back of my neck. "Uh, I should have gone first."
"Why is that Hiccup?"
"Dad, please I don't want to fight dragons."
"Nonsense, of course you do."
"Okay dad, let me rephrase that, I CAN'T fight dragons and we both know I have a mech!"
Dad then comes over and hands me one of mom's old axes. "Hiccup, when you carry this ax, you carry all of us" He then places it in my hands. "No more… This."
"You just gestured to all of me."
"Yes, you are correct. As for you not having a mech, I have asked Gobber to take you and have you assist him when the others start training in their mechs, deal."
"Dad please. I can do anything else, just no dragon and pilot training."
"Deal?"
"This conversation seems kinda one sided."
"Deal?" A stern look starts to come across his face.
I sigh in defeat. "Deal."
"Great, now I am heading out in the morning with a large amount of the village to the nest. Gobber already knows how many Dragon units I am taking. Good luck, train hard, and I'll be back." He slings a bag of clothes, and weapons over his shoulder.
"Probably." And he exits the house.
"And I'll be here." I slump on the steps, ax clanging to the ground. "Maybe."
So much for not allowing anyone to force who I should be, huh Gobber. "SHARPSHOT!"
The green Terror unit flies into the house a few minutes later. "Accounted for mistress Haddock."
I pick up the bot and start heading up the stairs, my new ax left alone at the foot of the stairs. "Where were you after today's raid?" I set him down on my room's workbench.
"Well, after the raid, I flew towards the great hall when your father called a tribe meeting."
"How long were you in there fore?" I question the bot while pulling out my tablet.
"The whole meeting."
"Did you record any of it?"
"The meeting in its entirety."
"Okay." I walk over to the bot that is still standing on the workbench. "Turn around please."
I pick up my tablet and turn it on. While it boots I open Sharpshots service panel and turn him off, and he slumps down offline. Once the tablet is booted I pull out a connection cable and connect it to him and the tablet.
"How bad could this have gone."
A/N:
A large thank you to all those who review, favorite, and those who followed this story.
Special thanks to NightFuryWarlord for your continued reviews.
Another round of thanks to those who reviewed chapter 2.
Chapter edited [July 7th]: Reasoning; Updated 'Alert Status' Codes, Green - Terror Green, Yellow - Zippleback Yellow, and Red - Nightmare Red.
Chapter 4 is live.
Notes edited [July 11th]: Reasoning; Chapter 5 is underway.
JOHNNY 5 IS ALIVE
[CHAPTER REFURBISHED JULY 26TH + 28TH]
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