Everything so far is going great! Astrid's explaining everything she knows about Berk to me, Snotlout and the twins are sparring on the roof, and Fishlegs is adding onto what Astrid says.
The three on the roof come down.
"This place is awesome!" exclaims Tuffnut.
I blush. "Thanks," I smile.
"Dude!" Snotlout slings his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in. "This is so cool! Living in this big house, no rules, must be paradise!"
Yes, yes it is.
"Hey," I say, "Is anybody hungry?" they all raise their hands, I smile, "Follow me!"
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The Pirate Training program starts in a couple of weeks. I've been entered by my father, Fishlegs has been entered as well but the decision wasn't made by his parents seeing as how he is an orphan.
^ Irvreduseabscndiamischleiuna^ I say, opening a secret underground tunnel I discovered in the cove.
I pick up a dead branch and say ^lme^ lighting it and walking down the stair case.
The passage is many hundreds of steps down, the steps forming a spiral. I walk deeper and deeper.
It takes me a full hour, but I reach the bottom of it, a wooden floor with a wooden door. I say the words ^scrd^ and the wood of the door turns to stained glass and slowly shatters, sweeping around the room and forming what I like to call the 'forbidden library'. It's filled to the brim with books, but none of that matters, I presume, as there seems to be some sort of charm constantly expanding it to accommodate its contents.
^shclr!^ I hear being called out, OL for 'hello'. I don't know what the sound is, to be honest.
I mostly try to ignore the voices from below. I don't know what they are, who they are. But they complain, a lot. Sometimes I hear curses directed towards my father's name and I simply figure that who/whatever is locked down there is imprisoned for good cause.
I smile, looking around at the clearly labeled sections. This place has all kinds of things! Memoirs, Fables, Spellbooks, History books, heck, I even saw a few Cookbooks and parenting books down here!
I snort, maybe my father should've found this place a decade and a bit ago, maybe then he'd learn the first rule of parenting, do not leave your newborn baby on a mountain to die!
The memoirs are my favorites, not reading them, of course. Gods of Asgard, there were at least a hundred of them, divided into three sections: heirs, famous, family.
I just enjoyed staring at the names, imagining that each and every single one of them, now dead, had once been a person, alive, just like me.
I sometimes like to scan down the heirs section, check the names. The first was, of course, Skrayamer, the first wizard of his line to document the details of his life, the first wizard heir of Berk. Next was Montthuggory, then Schrodin, then Plebiscuit, then Harmbringer, then Stormbringer, and then a few dozen or so more.
I sigh at it. All these great wizards, mighty and powerful, and yet still, somehow, no Hiccups.
I don't know why I have such an intense need to know about him. I mean, I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the second, so where was HHH the first? Is that really such a bad thing to want to know?
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It took ten gold pieces, but he finally told me. I am now on my way to Lake Asbrador. I was supposed to find an old wise man there, supposedly he had some information I needed to retrieve the gem.
She told me not to trust him, that he was a… type of man. She didn't specify what type but in my guts I dread that I know the answer. My father had always warned me of such men, not that I had much of a choice anyways.
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:) done. also, in case it wasn't hinted hardly enough, what the wise dude is starts with a p.
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P