I still sometimes wonder about that person who spoke in the Mother Tongue. Not, of course, that that is my biggest concern at the moment.
I've magicked up enough food to satisfy them, I hope. I've never really been a host before. Helped my grandparents out? You bet! Full-out hosted, haha you have got to be joking.
I have nothing planned for entertainment. Gah. They're going to be here soon. I sigh, pondering the pros and cons of taking them to the cove. We can play on that big dead tree with the gaping hole in it or something.
Ugh, I don't even know what to do anymore. I give up. Come on come on, powerless humans, come to my sorcerer's mansion and feast your eyes on his mental break down because he can't even entertain a few simple-minded Vikings.
Wow. I blink. That was kind of mean…
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I do actually have a friend on the island. His name is Fishlegs :) he's a runt, like me. He's a castaway, also like me! He wears glasses and is allergic to like a billion and one things, but I love him anyways!
We spar a bit on weekends, seeing as how he completely and utterly hates sword fighting and violence in general. We parallel each other in so many ways that I swear the only thing keeping us together is our unpopularity.
I send a blow his way, knocking his sword out of his hand. He's not much of a fighter. I worry about him sometimes, during a war or a scourge he'd probably be the first person to die. :(
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It takes me a while to find Asterdah at first. The Queen had given me a magical map that, should I name a place, would show me the route to it.
Asterdah was a very small island surrounded by a heavy mist.
I hopped off the boat, another present from the queen, and started my hike uphill to the tavern. I walked in and sat down. I could see people raising their eyes at me in judgment. They were likely wondering if I wasn't too young to be in here. The answer? Hell yes, I was way to young to be in here.
Come on, I was 11 for pete's sake. Who let's an eleven year old in a tavern?
I looked for a man with tattoos. A big one, I was told, a big moving one of a girl stranded in a tower. Ah! Found him!
He is sitting and nursing what looks to be his fifth cup of ale. I sit next to him and hear his groan. "Urgh. What do you want!?"
"Hi, I'm Hiccup, are you-"
"What. Do. You. WANT!?" he grows through gritted teeth.
I gulp. "Um, I-I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to Lake Asbrador?"
He blinks up at me and begins to size me up. I'm not a fool, he's a lot stronger than I, and can probably fight a lot better too.
"Why would a runt like you want to know how to get to Lake Asbrador?"
"I seek someone," I say, "My uncle, Hippogut." I replie.
He blinks at me, frowning.
"Please," I say, "He's my last remaining relative. Both of my parents are dead, killed by pirates. I need to find him, I'll do anything."
"Anything?" his eyes twinkle.
"Yes, sir," I reply, "Anything."
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:))) chill, OK. "Anything," just means Hiccup 1's gonna bribe him with some money that queen Mielle gave him for his travels… hm, wonder how the Chief's taking his sole 11-yo heir being missing… oh well, this story is first person exclusive… huh, maybe one day there'll be a sequel with the dad's povs…
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P