I wake up. I can't see. I can't move my arms or anything really, for that matter. I begin to struggle.
I hear some muffled footsteps. There are hands on my shoulders and I feel something- someone crouch down beside me and gently remove the blindfold and gag on me.
This is probably the wrong thing to say but he is really handsome.
He has tanned skin and marks- paint marks, not scars, on his face like some kind of weird tribal ritual.
But that's not even the impressive part, no, that title is solely reserved for his eyes, huge, emerald-green eyes staring at me, fixed in an angered sort of glare.
"I warned you," he growls, "I warned you to leave the isLAND, can't you see I was trying to help you?"
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Focus," he slams me slightly further into the wall. "This island is doomed, all who stay will fall with it."
"I understand," I hiss back, surprised a bit at my newfound courage. "But I'm not leaving, ever."
^frahhdd^ and I'm untied from the wall, not to brag or anything, but magic's always just come easy to me.
!Dashhre! my confines start to come back around me, fucking Mother Tongue.
^Gibbhretto^ fire from the fire he'd so foolishly made near us comes out of its confines and begins to attack him.
^skmrdms^ smoke erupts around us and I bolt, listening as he curses, something about how I won't get far.
But I don't care, I run and run and run and run and suddenly I feel a river start to swallow me. Fuck.
^Drajshraaweceadd^ I screech and the water spits me out.
I would love to lay down and pant but for now I cannot, if I stay too long anywhere I could be captured, so I bolt and I pass my house, and grab my horse, and ride Windwalker (that's what I named him :)) to the village.
"Help! Help!" I call out, but everybody is asleep and I no longer have the feeling off being followed.
Feeling terribly unsafe I decide to stay at the- no, not the Smithy, Gobber would be home. I don't know, OK? I want somewhere where I've got someone else with me, I just- I feel so scared, and it's horrible, knowing someone who can end your life easily, who is so much more powerful than you, who has been watching you, stalking you, who wants to hurt this island and possibly you as well, is out there, ready to pick you up and just kidnap you again.
I fall, exhausted, onto the ground, off my horse. That's it, I shake because somehow it's been like thiry minutes since the river incident and about an hour since I last saw the guy but I'm scared and I haven't stopped trembling and I don't know what to do and- gods I just feel so vulnerable and I hate it and- gah.
Not crying has never been harder in my life, and that includes when my grandparents died and I was left all alone…
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Sadly the buzz does die down.
It's no longer a 'miracle' that the 'boy lived!' it's back to the same old 'oh no, it's Hiccup!'
Father and I are playing chess still, honestly, I feel as though he's the only one on this entire island that genuinely cares that I am back.
I am making conversation with him currently, not that I'm trying to distract him from the game or anything, oh no, see because trying would imply that my plan wasn't working!
"Father," I ask, moving Be3, "Why is magic banned anyways?"
"Because I say it is, anymore ridiculous questions?" he asks, capturing my bishop with his knight, OK, maybe it isn't him that's distracted…
"But why, why did you ban it? What made you want to give it away?"
"Give what away? Look, Hiccup, practicing magic requires knowledge of the OL, a tongue commonly spoken by dragons, very few are born with a knowledge of it, though all of sorcerer blood understand it it does not mean that they speak it."
"So why did you ban it?"
"I didn't like what it did to people," my father falters, "They became consumed with lust for it, power-hungry and I realized that one day if people like that struck against the kingdom their numbers would overwhelm us, so I did what I had to, I made my choice."
"But-"
"Checkmate, Hiccup."
I look down to see that indeed, somehow while we were talking, I had lost the game.
I shake hands with him.
"Father, I'm going down to the Headlands."
"Alright, be safe!"
We set course for Tomorrow tomorrow, yay?
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Tick-tock, an unfamiliar voice echoes in my head, almost at the island, time to make up my mind once and for all.
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:)))) OK, so I suppose this is where the chapters will start to get longer…
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;)
ps, I also thought you guys might (I'm looking at the fact-nerds (me) out there) appreciate this :)
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spells
In the OL (^_^)
frahhdd- unties ropes binding a person.
Gibbhretto- fire from nearby attacks someone
skmrdms- causes smoke to appear as a distraction
Irvreduseabscndiamischleiuna- open the door to me
Drajshraaweceadd- water kill not me, a counter curse to a water animation spell.
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In the Mother Tongue (!_!)
Dashhre- binds someone in ropes
!dresdag unscwveidl grtakjh!- part of a curse upon an island, literally translated as '… (and) this island shall BURN'
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some common words:
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OL
Nctremi- hello
Drajshra- water
bbh- fire
sha-air
fr- earth
awe- not
cea-kill
fea, gi- attack
mr-smoke
tto- them/you
re- a part of speech linking an action/spell to a person, only remote translation to english is 'to' e.g. Gibbhretto (Attack-fire-to-them)
wb-blind
sk-appear
dms-around
irvred-open
dusea-door
bscn- the
diamisch- to, only used when the word 'to' is not a linking word in the sense that it does not link the spell to someone or something.
leiuna, dd, srq- me
serf- us
sewa- her/she
weq- he/his
qqfw- it
all OL words are strung together to form a spell. Note, no connector if the spell is directed at the person casting it.
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The Mother tongue:
… nobody really understands the Mother Tongue, it is an incredibly difficult to decipher language. I'm not even sure most people who speak it know what they are saying, it's more for curses than conversation tbh.
:))) thanks for reading!