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How to Choose Sides

Ch.7: Enemy

Saro was found exiting her newly built shack. It was finished only a week ago and she found it rather homely there. Now it had been two months since she first came to the village. Everything had been going well, she had great friends, befriended her newest best friend Smallfry and she was becoming more and more like a Viking in the village.

She approached the gang of friends and their dragons.

"Morning." She said in her usual greeting.

"Hey Saro." They all welcomed.

"So what're you guys up to today?" Saro asked, aware of all their dragons present.

"We're going to take a last race around the island before the ice sets in." Snotlout told her. "Want to ride with me?"

Was this a pass to her? Saro shook her head.

"No thanks."

"What're you scared?" Ruffnut jeered, laughing, obnoxiously.

"You know you're going to lose sis." Tuffnut replied, flashing a rather smug look.

"You idiot, we ride the same dragon." Ruffnut said, pounding him on his helmet.

"Hey don't hit me." Tuffnut said, shoving his sister. Soon, they both had at it. Saro looked at Hiccup and Astrid.

"Do they always fight over the pointless things?" Saro asked as she witnessed the two, Ruffnut currently smashing Tuffnut's face against the muddy ground.

"Pretty much." Hiccup replied.

"All the time." Astrid commented in unison to Hiccup.

"So Saro," Fishlegs said. Saro looked at him. "You want to ride my Gronkle, seeing that you haven't had the chance to fly yet."

He was being nice, Saro smiled but shook her head politely.

"Sorry, I don't like flying." Saro said.

"But you've never flown." Snotlout pointed out. "How would you know?"

"I just…"

"Are you afraid?" Astrid implied.

"Wh-what? Me? Afraid? As if." Saro said, huffing a bit. She folded her arms across her chest, trying to make herself look a little taller and stronger. Astrid dismounted from her Nadder's back.

"Then you ride her." Astrid said.

"But I don't know how to fly." Saro reminded.

"I'll teach you." Hiccup offered. Saro looked at him with a 'so-not-helping' glare. Hiccup blinked before adding. "Come on Saro, it's fun!"

"Fine," Saro said, trying to climb onto the dragon's back. She sighed in defeat. "But if I fall off, I swear I will kick your rearend until you can't sit on it anymore."

An odd hostility but Hiccup shrugged it off. Saro looked at Astrid real quick.

"Are you sure you don't want to race?" Saro asked, looking at her. "I could…ride anoth-"

"Don't try and get out of it Saro." Astrid said, crossing her arms over her chest, reading Saro like an open book. Saro sighed in defeat and nodded, mounting on the dragon who Astrid calmed down. Hiccup gave a trembling Saro some instructions on takeoff. Astrid stood there, highly amused as she watched Saro taking the reins with shaking hands. "Come on Saro, I thought you weren't afraid?"

"I'm no-ahhhh!"

Astrid's dragon took off in the air with the other dragons. Her loud howl could be heard echoing as she gripped the reins tighter. Next to Astrid was a highly confused Smallfry. Astrid picked up the dragon and he found himself on her shoulder, waiting for his friend to come back.

Saro opened her eyes as she felt safer as the dragon flapped her wings. She looked around in awe.

"My gods." She marveled looking around. A dragon zipped passed her, on the back of it was a taunting Snotlout. She shook her head, realizing she was a part of a race. She leaned forward, gripping the reins tighter. "Come on girl."

The dragon banked around Snotlout and his Nightmare, taking the lead. She was then more focused on the Hideous Zippleback the twins were mounted on. Saro passed by them, only to have them scowling at her. Man, Saro was having a lot of fun.

"Yeah!" She shouted in joy. Pure ecstasy. She finally found her next target, a sleek black dragon and his rider, the red tailfin fluttered with the wind as the rider glanced over his shoulder. Saro narrowed her eyes and smirked, slyly.

They swung around the island, arriving at the village. Hiccup won the race, much to Saro's mocked disappointment, however, she did enjoy the experience of flying, but she realized there was one problem, she couldn't stop the Nadder!

"Ah!" Saro shouted as she tried to land the beast. The Nadder descended through the air and soon crashed into the ground, sending Saro hurling through the air and landed on her back. Her back arched in pain as she saw stars spinning around in front of her.

"Dagda." She muttered. She finally came around and sat up only to see Hiccup running up to her.

"You alright Saro?" Hiccup asked, concerned. His metal leg creaking with each step.

"Yeah, yeah." Saro said, waving him off. "Is the dragon okay?"

"She's fine." Astrid said after a series of checkups. Saro stood onto her feet.

"Sorry about that." Saro apologized. "I forgot how to ask to land."

"No problem." Astrid said.

"Hey," came Fishleg's voice. Saro turned and found him picking something off of the ground. "What's this?"

Saro gasped, she lifted her hand to her neck, expecting a chain around it but all she could feel was skin.

Her necklace!

One thing that was forgotten in this story, or something Saro tried to hide from her new friends, was that she had a necklace or a pedant, a round metal plate about two inches across in diameter hung around a metal chain and embedded in the plate was the symbol of her heritage.

"It's a necklace, so what?" Snotlout commented. Saro walked up to Fishlegs and snatched it out of his hands.

"That's mine, thank you very much." Saro said, coldly, but before she could put it back around her neck, Astrid had snatched it out of her hand. She studied it and gasped, showing it to Hiccup.

"No." Hiccup murmured, looking up at the girl and took a step back in disbelief. "It can't be."

"Hiccup, it's not what you think." Saro said, stepping forward, holding up her hands.

'Oh no. I'm so dead.' Saro thought as she watched the necklace shining in Hiccup's hands.

"You're one of them." Hiccup announced. His eyes were so fool of hurt and betrayal.

"I can explain-"

Hiccup looked away from her. Saro tried to get her friends to listen but they all ignored her.

"Hiccup, please just listen to me."

"I trusted you. We trusted you." Hiccup said, abruptly facing her. As if planned, Stoick the Vast came walking down to the kids.

"What's goin' on?" he asked, showing worry. Hiccup showed him the pedant. Saro froze as the Chief glared at her. He pointed an accusing finger at her. "You!"

"Look, I can explain-"

"Get her!"

Soon, a team of Vikings ran at her, ropes were flying up and onto her, latching her wrists together. Saro gasped as she felt the pressure against her skin. She tried to break free. They had to listen to her, she wasn't like them. Saro struggled.

"No! I can explain!"

Hiccup watched in horror as she fell to her knees. Stoick the Vast looked at his son.

"Did you know about this?" he questioned him.

"N-no." Hiccup stammered.

"No, we just found out sir." Astrid spoke up. Stoick looked at them.

"Alright, everything will be fine." Stoick said. He turned to the apprehended girl, now bonded in ropes. "Probably."

He went towards the girl and barked out an order.

Saro was soon dragged away from her friends, or former friends. Astrid glared at the girl, Hiccup had a horrified look and the others were stunned.

She was a Celt from Trumore.

To be continued.

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