Hey guys, here's the epilog, sorry if I keep you waiting, I meant to give you this Tuesday, ya. The sequel will be out soon (yes a sequel) but not until I finish my other story. I remembered about a week or so after I created Jackson's character, my best friends cat's name is Jackson, *giggles* oops, well I love Jackson so he's not going anywhere. Well, here's the epilog!
Fear. The only emotion Hiccup had felt ever since he got the stupid idea to come to this horrible place. One year ago he had decided to volunteer to go with the Canadians to help fight in the Korean War. None of them thought he make it this long but, here he was! Though there was only one thing keeping him going, Astrid.
It had been nearly ten years since he had seen his beloved, most people told him to move on, but he keep his promise to her, he just prays that she keep her's. He wasn't even surviving for Toothless any more, for the big dog had passed away a few months before.
Suddenly, their was a rustle in the bushes just outside of the base. Hiccup jumped up slowly and quietly, he had been so deep in thought that he forgot that he was keeping watch.
"No sudden moves." He whispered to himself.
And then it happened.
The enemy solders blind fired at him from behind the bushes, and they were incredibly accurate. Three bullets hit him, one in his stomach, and two in his right leg, one on his upper thigh, and the other in his knee.
Hiccup laid on the ground clucking to his leg and stomach.
"Really?!" He panted "you just had to shoot my good leg didn't you?"
"Hiccup! Are you ok?" Gobber shouted from the base.
"N-no, but be careful, their in the bushes." He wheezed.
Once the soldiers were shot and dead they quickly but gently placed him on a stretcher and carried him to the nurse. But on the way there his condition worsened, his skin went pale and his breathing was labored.
The nurses went right to work taking the shrapnel out of his stomach and leg. But during the surgery, through his clouded vision he could make out one familiar face.
"M-Margaret?" He wheezed.
A/N: I disappointed you didn't I.
The nurse who had helped him 9 1/2 years before when he lost his leg on that train.
"Yes Hiccup it's me, now hush."
Once the surgery was over, Margaret came to tell him the good, and bad news.
"Well Hiccup the good news is that we were able to remove the bullets in your upper right leg and stomach."
"And the bad news?"
"We weren't able to remove all of the bullet in your right knee, there is still shrapnel underneath your knee cap and you'll be in a wheelchair. But if your with a friend or family member, you can walk a little bit with a cane or crutches." She said sadly.
"Again, why my good leg!? They could have shot my bad leg!"
Margaret just shrugged and said "Your plane home leaves in two hours. Pack your things." Then she helped him into his wheel chair and he rolled to his room.
While he packed his things a certain picture caught his eye, the picture of him and Astrid on the day they were separated. He picked it up and placed it gently into his bag before he rolled out of his room and out to the plane that would take him home.