I set sail on my tiny little boat towards the shores of Utopia, an island in Peaceable territory. I have a cloak with me to avoid being seen by anyone I know, and to avoid anyone seeing me and then proceeding to remember me up to the point where they are able to sell me out to my local chief and walk away with money while I burn at the stake.

I set out and bump into a few people here and there, it must be a busy day in the human market. I however am here for the magic market, and walk into the forest.

I soon near a lake.

^Irvreduseabscndiamischleiuna,^ I chant (Old Language for: Open the door to me)

Oh, yes. Haha, the Old Language, yeah, the good old OL. It's a language that existed before anything else in the earth, a song that is said to harness the very essence of the universe, a language that all sorcerers are born knowing. I smile, my mother tongue.

The image in front of me shatters and transforms into a door. I open it and enter the market. In the market, as one would guess, everyone wears cloaks with hoods, see!

Well, everyone except for the goblins, of course. But it's not like their neighbor can rat them out, now is it?

I walk to the first booth. Ingrid's Quickbites, because I am as hungry as The Great Wolf will be when he devours the sun (sorcerer mythology, you really shouldn't ask).

I get a nice leg of roast lamb and munch on it as I walk to Arista's apothecary, deciding to stock up on a few medicines and herbs.

And, finally, after an hour of buying useless things, well, OK, not useless, but not what I came for, I finally stop at Ragnor's potion shop.

I buy the phoenix feather ash and the harpy's tooth, but as it turns out I just missed the last vile of moonlight! Drats! I ask him when he'll have more an he replies that he collects them during the full moon. I smile because the full moon is in just two days.

I decide to stay at an inn on the island. It'll be nice. Berk is the longest place I've stayed anywhere since my grandparents' untimely death. Nearly a month, I'm proud of myself!

I check in at the local tavern, but because they were pressed for room space (some local festival) I have to share with someone else.

Who am I sharing with? You ask. His name is Ted. I decide to stay downstairs for a while, I get my meal (pork ribs, mashed potatoes and peas) and a half a jug of mead (don't judge me, I'm nearly sixteen, alright. So I lied about a few days, who cares?).

I take my not-so-first sip of mead. What? I did tell you I had a friend when I lived in one place all the time, but I don't recall saying he was the best influence, especially considering that he was two years older than me.

I go up to bed feeling slightly whoozy-headed. Tim just stares at me, before rolling over and going to sleep.

I soon too fall asleep, the world spinning around me as I black out.

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Today my father wishes to spend time with me. That seems like a first since he brought me to this bloody island and ripped me away from my family.

He wishes me to accompany him on a walk, and I am told that I will be away until sunset. That's all well and fine with me, not like I have anything to do here, what with everyone knowing what I am.

We set out at sunrise, and we hike through the trees. The air is cool and crisp, and until now we have exchanged little but a few pleasantries here and there.

"There," he smiles, patting my back and indicating a tree.

I ask what it is.

He smiles. "It's the tree your mother was at when she went into labor with you."

I grimace. Oh yes. Nothing better for bonding than to show your son the tree where a lot of blood and fluids began to drop. Fluids that said son was surrounded in, by the way.

He continues, "You are so much like your mother," he sighs, "She did love you dearly, I only wonder if it would've changed things if she knew that you were alright, that you were safe."

I'm not sure what to do. Usually Vikings don't do this sort of thing, you know, the whole 'mushy, heartfelt' nonsense, but my father sounds close to tears.

I pat his back, unsure of what to say. He smiles. It's not watery, so I label my thoughts of him being close to tears as wrong, instead he looks at me with gratitude and, dare I say it, a hint of pride.

"I know what she saw in you," he says, "Now, anyways, I only wish that she could as well."

We continue our trek in silence, though this new silence is far less uncomfortable, in fact, it's almost… warm.

We reach Raven's Point. My father continues walking, he goes to the boulder where Furious and I had met the previous night, and my heart stops. Does he know?

But instead of attacking me or doing anything to make me suspect otherwise, he simply pushes the boulder aside. I gasp, for behind the boulder is a beautiful, lush luxurious cove. In it is a lake flowing from a waterfall, and a mound of land near it with a large Oak Tree. It's the most amazing place I've ever seen.

I look at my father and see that he is smiling too.

"This is the Cove of the Kings of the Wilderwest," he smiles, before pointing at the beautiful Oak Tree, "That tree was planted by your namesake, Hiccup the First, over a thousand years ago when he met the Wodensfang, it symbolizes friendship, union. It is a branch from the tree he cut the Wodensfang out from."

I nod. He leads me into the cove. It's even more amazing when you're in it, when you can see the stone walls surrounding you with bits and pieces of moss lining a few of the rocks, it truly is magical. He continues talking.

"It's been a tradition since his time to pass the place on from father to son, and while the right of admission to this place is usually reserved for the eldest son, the heir," he has that same, sad smile, "I want you to have it."

I thank him, but half of my mind still can't believe how beautiful the space is. There's even flowers, beautiful rows and or patches of flowers scattered around the area.

It's then that I feel a sword at my throat. I turn, my father is smiling.

"I've seen you fighting, you know," he smiles, "practicing, and now the time of truth has come," he tosses me a sword, "What do you say? Fancy a bit of sparring?"

A big grin splits across my face.

"You're on."

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Lirit, our village healer, that was who I'd decided to go to for help. She's around twenty, beautiful and highly-skilled. I approach the subject with caution, it would not do well for her to know my intentions.

She gives me tips and I help her out with ordinary people for a few days before finally deciding to try it out on the dragon. Yeah… I probably need to give it a name…

I walk down to the cove where he landed, but he's not there. I look around, confused before, suddenly a head appears from the lake right in the middle of the cove, sort of close to the waterfall. The head has brown, wet hair clinging to its face, and is, I realize naked. (of course it's naked, I think, it's in water, who goes into a water clothed?) It brushes its hair to the side and I take in it- I mean he, well, probably judging from the features.

Brown, wet hair. Yellow, glistening eyes- which I admit is an odd color but, eh. He is lean and slightly muscular and yup, definitely a guy because I've seen women and their chests are usually bigger than that… I think… I don't know, I've never really seen-seen one, well, I have, but I was nursing back then so I wouldn't remember.

He looks up at me, from where I am on the bank and says something. Something that in the back of my mind registers as growling, but to me registers as words- albeit words I've never heard before, except for the one word.

~Hiccup~.

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