Hiccup's POV
I have to get out of here. The Night fury might have escaped by now! Thanks to dad… Ok, I need to stay positive! I never let go of the key that Gobber gave me, and twisted it in the lock, opening the cell door. This place has got to many memories, and some I know I will never forget. They're like demons in my very own soul, begging to get revenge, but no. Never, never on my watch, I will let that happen. Running out of the prison I noticed Vikings had started to rebuild houses after the raid. Ignoring it, I ran towards the crowded forest of wood. Usually I would go here after dad yells at me, but I stopped after Gobber took me to his house a week ago. Ever since then I haven't really used much time outside, except for walking forth and back from the forge. Sometimes even taking my now ruined contraption on wheel to search for the Night Fury, but never had any luck of hitting it.
The forest is the calmest place on the island. It shuts all the hard working Vikings out as if nature couldn't feel more disgust by them than myself. It's not really the best smell in the air. Always blended with sweat, fish and ash smell. It never leaves as long as the dragons keep raiding us every second day. This makes it also hard for spending time to get the fish back again, and they think killing dragons will make it better. Haah! Amateurs. Its seems to me that I'm the only 'Viking' in the village who actually got a brain. Other than that it's just Vikings following their orders as if they're ants and my father is their Queen, or in this case King.
I take out my notebook with the charcoal pen which amazingly didn't have a scratch on itself. First thing I need to make is a map, and of course I already know how most of the island looks like. Except for the higher points of Berk. Vikings have died, trying to get up to the highest mountain, but rumor has it that there's large caves that goes up and down inside the mountain. Nobody knows what might be hiding in those caves. Every step I take is marked down in the book and possible hiding places is marked as a cross.
After searching for an eternity, I'm finally giving up. I decide to go to the beautiful cove which I discovered almost the second my father started hating me. That means since I'm now 15 I've spend almost nine years there, every single day. Sometimes I would also go there during the raid because of how peacefully it is there and luckily no dragons attack or decides to be residing there. I shut my book with a frustrated expression, hiding it underneath my fur vest again.
"Uggh, the gods hate me. Some people manage to lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!" I screamed, kicking rocks on the ground. Not seeing where I go, I walk right into a low-hanging tree branch. Without thinking I whack it, and receive it hitting me back in my eye. I hold my right hand over my eye covered from the light, not being able to open it because of the pain. My feet start walking again, towards the cove. Only a few more minutes away I fall down the hill, hitting the lowest part of the hill with a loud thump. "Ouch!" I yelped, realizing how clumsy I actually am. It took me a while to adjust my eyes due to the blur vision caused by my fall, and when it finally cleared I saw something terrifying.
Tree branches split in two and the same with a few large trees, followed by a massive crater, leading its way to a large black figure. That must be it! The most feared dragon in the history of dragons, and I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third shot the mighty dragon down all by myself. How is that for a scrawny Viking?
This fixes everything! Finally I have a chance to prove my father that he's wrong. That he's wrong about how weak, clumsy and disappointment for him. I hide behind a huge boulder, feeling the dagger poke my back almost eager to come out of its shelter. I do as the dagger plead, taking it out from my fur vest and protecting me from the vicious beast laying only a few inches away from my positioning. My mind decides to walk forward. After all I do have some protection and it's not like the dragon can get free from that trap. If it could it would have done it already.
"I'm going to kill you dragon, be prepared you vicious little demon. You see this?" I asked, holding out my dagger, "This is made from my mother and she will gladly be with me as I avenge her death. Thanks to you dragons, my life has been a disaster, and if you didn't take my mother that night you wouldn't be here right now," A tear escaped my eye as I mentioned my mother. Which my father also blames me for. She was kidnapped by a dragon when I was barely a year old. How can someone blame me for doing something I don't remember? The only reason I know this is by Gobber, but he wouldn't want me to know the rest and know it's clearer than ever that I don't want to know. What the dragons did to her.
"This is your final moment," I said, taking the dagger above my head. My father used to tell me that the ones that kill is a murderer. Well there goes the village… He always told me to not look into the victim's eyes, that it would only make you weaker. And my mistake now, is that I disobeyed my father and looked deeply into his green eyes, formed as slits. I can see his eyes reflecting my own. No. This isn't going to stop me. I take the dagger higher this time and look down at the scaly dragon in front of me, hearing it whine in defeat.
"I can't do this," I said, dropping the dagger on my head. I look into its eyes again as it had opened by my own words of defeat. In its eyes I can see how frightened, sad, hurt and alone it really is. Maybe dragons aren't what we think they are. Every living creature has a soul, then who said everyone didn't have feelings? I don't know how, but somehow I will change their thought. I just have to believe I can and that's the only thing that can protect me. Faith.
"I'm sorry," I said, walking towards the creature with the dagger in my hand. Its head went down to the ground with the same sound of defeat. I used the dagger to free the dragon from the bola, hoping nothing had happened. Even if it was in pain I still refused to think of anything bad about the creature. The last rope was loose and I backed away, watching the dragon stand up on its feet, shaking its head. His eyes met my gaze and I prepared for the worst. I could feel it come closer and for every step it took I backed away. Afraid of what it might do next. Is it going to kill me? Eat me? A slow and painful death? Probably.
It pinned me to a stone with his right front paw holding me down. Unable to move, I looked into its eyes that no longer are slits, but round as a cube. Still terrified I tried to get out of it grip when suddenly it started to lick me. Lick me! Wait, lick me?
"Woah, hey there boy. That's just disgusting you know," I said nervously chuckling. Somehow the fair in my body have faded away, making me feel actually comfortable. I smiled when it sat down in front of me on his tail. The dragon scanned my body, curious and stopped after a few seconds had passed by. And he gave me a, toothless smile?
"Toothless, huh?" I said, reaching out my hand to touch him, but at my movement his toothless smile turned into him shifting its mouth to a growl, revealing its razor sharp teeth, and it flew away. Well tried. I could hear it cry out in pain, struggling to fly, but why? Why can't he just, fly normally like every other dragon I have ever seen? I couldn't help, but feel guilty and then decided to head back to the village.