It's nightfall. I know I shouldn't be out this late, especially with what's been happening recently. But I forgot my keys in the forge and my home's magic-proof. What? Don't judge me! There would be a way to get in without the keys, but it involves using some pretty strenuous magic that only I, as proprietor of the house can use since it's my blood I used for the binding magic, but if Gobber found my keys in the morning I'd have some explaining to do.
I grabbed them and was about to head back home when I heard something. A rustling of some sort. I brushed my hair back, a simple spell that gave me the ear of an elf, so that I could hear better, assess the situation and decided if I needed magic to get me out of this one.
!dresdag unscwveidl grtakjh! I hear. I freeze because I know that language. It's not the Old Language, it's something even older. We call it the Mother Tongue. It's a language few know even the tiniest bits about.
Not that it matters, I know a curse when I hear one. I run and the closer I get, the harder that beating in my head gets. This isn't just some, Mother Tonguer testing the language out and playing around a bit. This is some serious, old timey, magick doo-hickey.
And I bet whoever it is is the one who summoned the Nightfuries. Possibly even the dragon itself. I venture closer. The figure is by the dock. The thing with sorcerer languages is that you can never tell if the speaker's voice is feminine or masculine, it all sounds the same. It all sounds like home.
The figure raises their hand, chanting like they're praying. I peer from the bushes, my eyes wide and mystified. This may be awful and potentially ruin the village, but at the same time I've never seen someone perform anything in the Mother Tongue. It's amazing, and before I know it, I'm hooked. This is, this is just
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It's been weeks of searching, and still no Furious. I've been a bird, a fish, anything I could be to look for my little brother.
I've searched mountains, hills, rivers, half the ocean. I've used every spell I know, which mind you isn't a lot. I fall down on the sandy beaches of Zaidberserk. I give up! I can't do this. Who was I kidding? I knew I probably wouldn't've found him back when I started looking!
I lie there. The sky fades to night. I don't move.
.
I'm going back to Berk to get some supplies. Apparently it's been a week since I was last there.
Yup. We'd decided to name it. It's our home now, after all. But that's not the reason I'm going back. I need to say my goodbyes, yes. But it's not to my father or my tribe, it's to the Wodensfang.
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done! wow, that's short.
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P