I wait until lunch time, when I know everyone will be at the Great Hall. I know that everyone will be at the great hall, but I still need to be safe.

My mother returned home two weeks ago, and while she probably thinks I'm dead (if any of the stories my grandparents told me were true), I can't risk her- or anyone for that matter- discovering me in her chambers.

Which is why I've brought out ring number one, the ring of change.

The only problem, however, is that no matter what, it cannot change my eyes. I suppose it's not the biggest disadvantage, nobody here knows me that well, but still, if I were to run into someone like Gobber (who I know is a frequent visitor to that house) I would be screwed assuming they knew me.

blonde hair; dark, tanned skin… that should throw anyone off..

I sneak into their house undetected and into what I'd assume to be my parent's room, seeing as how it is the largest one.

I see an unmade bed and two bedside drawers. I go to both of them and open the drawer on each side. Jackpot, I smile, as I open the one with a comb and brown hair. As I'm leaving the room I pause.

There's a desk by the door, one that I didn't pay much attention to upon entering, but on it is a small box with an 'H' on it. I pick off the pages above it and sure enough it says 'Hiccup'. I open it and my eyes water, it's a lock of hair, as well as a tiny bit of grass which is almost the same color as my eyes.

I am about to close the box when I freeze, tense as I hear a door slam. Oh no, in seconds they will be here, I need to hide. Of course, as luck would have it, while I'm deciding where to hide, the door swings open.

I dodge behind the desk, completely useless as it has open legs. I pray that my father doesn't notice me, but, of course, he does.

He unsheathes his sword, "Who goes there?" he asks, his strong, loud voice echoing throughout the room.

I am ashamed of what I do next. ^skmrdms^ I say, and the whole room envelops in smog. I cover my nose with 'my' not-so-my tunic (I kinda stole some clothes from the washing lines outside- well, not stole seeing as I intend to return them but, yeah, you get the idea) while my father sputters and coughs, and race outside.

I run towards the forest, somewhere in the background I hear my father shout 'after him!'

I run through the trees, my feet running faster than I ever believed possible, and my mind going off in about a billion different directions. Still I manage to use enough common sense to use a levitation spell so that they can't track my footprints.

I somehow make it back to the cove all in one piece. Gasping for breath I turn myself back, which basically means I take off the ring.

I add a few hairs into the potion, humming a sealing spell, and smile. Done!

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My bother- er, brother (no, trust me, I mean bother) and the villagers get along 'great'.

It seems that he is intent on making me go home, and if he can't convince me, he'll just convince everybody else.

So far I have taken the blame for: releasing a coop of chickens and then eating three of the, said, chickens; stealing three pairs of clothes and going mudsliding with them; destroying old man West's tree… as you can see, I'm no longer popular (though in retrospect I never was) with the villagers in the present moment.

I sigh, I probably need to talk to Furious, but I just can't, he's my little brother, and I remind myself that this will only be for a few weeks.

Well, at least I do before I hear of my parents' death…

I hold Furious while he cries, water brimming at my own eyes. They were supposed to live longer than this, they were supposed to see me again, I was supposed to be the first one to die, not them.

Sorcerers have an extended lifespan, not too long though, only around five hundred years. We'd outlive some common dragons like Deadly Nadders, Gronkles, Common Gardens, you know, the dragons that you looked at and knew wouldn't live long.

Still, Sea Dragons were supposed to live a helluva lot longer than that, the smaller ones living a thousand years, and the bigger ones living past that.

Not that it mattered now, the two were dead. It was just Furious and me now.

Just us.

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OK. So his name is Wodensfang. Nice. I asked him if he knew anything about my… whatever-it-is, he tells me that it is sorcery, I proceed to inform him that there is no way that that can be true.

He says 'oh yes there is' in that language that we can both apparently speak.

He calls it the Old Langauge, a language comprised long before the world was born and the first thing to exist in it.

I tell him he is nuts, and he laughs and says that technically we're all nuts.

Despite our difference in opinions, this 'Old Language' is making it a lot easier for me to teach him Norse, and, hey, he's even teaching me a bit of dragonese, so that's awesome!

I consider taking him back to my village, telling him that he would be safer there, and there'd be less chance of anything attacking him. He laughs and says he can't, that there people will expect him to speak Norse.

I laugh and tell him that we'll say he's feral, that it'll be a lot easier for him to learn Norse like that.

He smiles and says we ought to do the same with me and dragonese.

I laugh shaking my head.

I ask him why he came here.

His laughter dies down and he goes quiet.

I leave it at that.

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well, that chapter's done.

-httyd4eva

peace out yo;P