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Note: The text in italics is mostly always THOUGHTS in my stories (I MIGHT as well mark the thought with ** instead of a regular "")
Warning: This chapter will answer a few questions but ask a whole lot more. Be prepared but as always, ENJOY and:
Read on! (Yes, I will say this every single time)
1st Person POV
The weather was beautiful out in the sea. The sky was blue, the sunshine raining down on whoever was in the area as some waves were sloshing against a small wooden boat swaying in the water.
I was in that boat, along with my father.
My father has broad shoulders and his arms are far more muscular than many men's in our village. He may not be the chief but he is definitely the greatest man I know. He may not know how to keep speeches but he is still the most encouraging man there is. He may not be the smartest but then again, he is my father.
"Dad, what are you thinking?"
"Clouds" He replied calmly, staring in the sky.
"Clouds?"
"Yes son. You will never know what shape will the clouds form next. One moment they are a boat, the second they turn into a yak. The clouds are free, free to be whatever they want and that makes them some of the most mysterious things to exist in all of the nine worlds. Observe them and I promise, they will never fail to astonish you"
"But dad, they're just white fluffy things, How come they're so wonderful?"
"One day you will know son" He said, placing his hand softly on my shoulder. I couldn't help but to smile at my father, he always knew the best words to say to me.
Suddenly the waves rose, almost throwing me overboard. "Whaaa..." The sky had suddenly turned pitch black, lightnings striking down to the sea, none actually touching it. "Dad, what's happening?"
"One day you will know" He replied, staring blankly in the sky
"DAD!" I screamed as one of the lightnings struck very close to the boat "What is this!"
"Some day..."
"That's not fun dad! Help me!"
"Don't worry son" He said and just after that a lightning struck him. I stared blankly at the sight of my father burning in front of me, my eyes suddenly filling with terror and tears and panic filling my mind.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
My eyes flew open as the Nightmare ended. I quickly jolt up just to feel a wave of dizziness sweep across my body. The room instantly started spinning in my eyes and my head got really sore. I had to close my eyes and lay back down on the bed.
"Uhh... What a terrible nightmare..." I muttered to myself, bringing both of my hands on my face and rubbing the sleep off my eyes. "Thank god that wasn't true..."
I laid down on the bed for a while, still holding both of my hands on my face to block out the sunlight raining down on my face from the window.
"Uhh, Where did this headache come from... "
After a while I took the hands off my face and stirred a while in the bright light until my eyes had adjusted. "Ugh... why is the sun so high already!" I said, sitting up again, this time more slowly to prevent the dizziness.
"Wait a second.. sun is up? but I never sleep this late..."
I dropped my legs off the bed and sat on the edge, staring at the floor beneath me. "Huh, I never noticed the floor was so dark before... Hmm" I shrugged and raised my head, the drowsiness slowly drifting away as I looked around my room... "Wait..."
"This isn't right! This is not my room!" I gasped in the sudden realization as even the last bits of sleep faded away from my mind and body. My mind sharpened and I took careful looks around the room.
The room was clearly a lot bigger than mine and made from darker wood. Just opposite the bed I was sleeping at was a huge, flat rock. Probably a table of some sort but a very low one. "I'm not in a dwarf's house, am I?" The room also had a inclined working bench with some drawings on it and also a large window almost straight above the bed.
I stared around the room in awe, my mind only focusing on one thing: How did I get here?
I stood up from the bed, my legs instantly collapsing under my weight but I managed to get some support from the bed before I actually fell to the ground. "How long have I been asleep to feel this weak?... So many questions to answer."
I mustered my strength with a few deep breaths and took another try at standing up, this time conquering my own body as I held my balance. I took a step forward, realizing I could probably walk if I got some support at all times. The state of weakness will pass anyway, right?
I stumbled my way, not so gracefully, to the working bench and started looking at the drawings that almost every one demonstrated a body part of a creature I'm unfamiliar of or an invention way too complex for me to ever make. I've had my fair share of blacksmithing lessons at my village's forge and...
MY VILLAGE! Am I still in the village? Where exactly is this place!? What happened!? Wait...
The thoughts rushed through my head in a flash, each and every one important in one way or another but I just couldn't get the hang of all of them. Too many memories, at least... I'm sure I HAD some memories. I must be from a fisherman village, that I can remember but everything else in my head is just a big blur.
"Osgar, ok, ok, calm down now. Think... You're from a village that lives on fishing, what else can you remember? My name is Osgar, yes, that's a good start. Think this logically. Fishing... Fishing... hmm... Fishing, YES! A storm! I remember a storm and...." My entire body shook as I remembered that single thought. I have no idea why but my mind was all of a sudden filled with sadness, my entire body trembling from just mentioning the word must mean something truly happened but what?
A tear rose to my eye as I thought of the storm again as it was the only real clue I have right now. I have no idea why a single word could cause such a hard physical reaction in my body and bring such sorrow to my soul.
"Ok, A storm..." I whispered, controlling my body and keeping it from trembling as I kept on thinking "What are you supposed to do in a situation like this. You can't remember anything in particular, you are in a strange place, all alone... hmm. Yes, go find out. There is a house so there must be people here as well, eh?"
"Well at least I think whoever brought me is not a hostile as I'm not shackled." I said to myself, trying to keep as positive as I could. That is one of the ways I've been taught to keep my mind clear.
I was going to leave the only "familiar" environment so far in this place and the thought itself scared me half to death, who knew what was out there. I took a few shaky steps towards the steep staircase on the right of the bed. It was made from the same wood than the rest of the room and apparently the entire house. One thing is for sure, a house as sturdy as this was not cheap or easy to make. The builder must have some power to get a house to represent his worth in the society or maybe a great need to protect himself from something.
I landed my left foot on the first stair, keeping my hand steadily against the wall for much needed support. As soon as I had my entire weight on the thick piece of wood, it creaked loudly, which made the hair on my skin raise up. "Well, if anyone's in the house, he or she surely heard me now..."
Well, I was not wrong.
"Ahh, you're awake! Thank Thor, I thought Hel herself already had some plans for you!" A Deep, thundering voice sounded from downstairs.
I was scared stiff and couldn't move. A voice like this could only belong to a big man, no doubt in that. But after all, I have to find out more about where I am so I braced myself and took a few steps down the stairs, peeking down to see the source of the voice.
Well, that source wasn't really that hard to notice though.
In the middle of the room that looked like a combination of a living room and a kitchen sat a big man, just as I had thought. Some of the distinctive features about him was a long, bushy and semi-braided chestnut colored beard, very broad shoulders that connected the muscular arms to his humongous body. This man was huge in both length and breadth. He was wearing an outfit like nothing I've ever seen. It is almost like a forest-green dress underneath but decorated with the widest belt I've seen. He also had a fur cloak on his back and a large iron helmet on his head with a horn growing out of each side of it.
"Don't be shy ma lad, come down, you must be thirsty" He said with a relatively powerful accent, gesturing me to come downstairs.
"I-I-I... Uhh..." I stuttered nervously at the sight of this powerful figure.
"What's the matter, don't you speak the language?" He asked me peacefully and something told me that this man was not an imminent threat. The way he acted was way too relaxed and casual for that.
"Y-yes, I speak the language" I replied, a hint of growing self-confidence in my voice. Man I wish I could speak with an accent. Replying to a man that looked this powerful and had an accent felt almost like insulting him with the way I speak.
"Well come down then! Here's some grub for you to get you started" He said, referring to a plate in front of him on the table. I slowly took the rest of the steps downstairs and stared at the plate for a while before encouraging myself to take a seat opposite to that man.
"So, what is your name lad?" He asked as I sat down, keeping my eyes on the meat on my plate.
"Uh... My name is Osgar" I replied. For a while he had a face that you can see when people think deeply of something but the face disappeared as soon as it had appeared. "I see, That is a powerful viking name, be proud to carry it. My name is Stoick the Vast. I'm the chief of this Town, Berk. Although I think you can call me just Stoick"
Well that explains a lot of things. A town chief would of course have a house like this, no doubt in that. Also he told me I'm in Berk... Too bad I've never heard of Berk before so I still have no idea how far away am I from home. I might be right next to it though, I have apparently lost most of my memory so why wouldn't have I forgotten this place as well.
"Thank you for the food uh... Stoick? I was starving" I said taking another bite of the delicious piece of meat I was given. I didn't even notice I had started eating in the first place.
The chief started laughing a heartwarming and deep laughter whilst holding his massive stomach. "No wonder you're Starvin'! You spent two days unconscious in my son's bed!" He laughed and I got a feeling that the hunger had nothing to do with the fact that it had been his son's bed.
"Two days!" I practically screamed, dropping the meat back on the plate, staring questioningly in Stoick's eyes. I had tried to avoid looking in his eyes but the news were just too shocking for me to hold on to my manners. His eyes were just like the person himself, warm. Warm in a sad way though. Actually when I inspected a little closer, his whole face was like that. It was like he had seen a lot of sorrow in his life but has overcome it, leaving only a warm aura behind. A face that belonged to a man with more life's experience than I ever recall seeing before. Of course this is not a trustworthy observation since my memory is mostly wiped out...
"Yes, you were lying in that bed for two days as the town's healer tried her best to heal your injuries"
"Injuries..."
"Yes." He said standing up from his position and stretching his back in a subtle manner, noting to expect from a man like him. "Anyway, we'll talk about your past later. For now I think it's best for you to get some food and rest and maybe see the island a little closer. My son will show you the sights as soon as he comes back from his business. That should be any minute now" Stoick said.
Just then I heard a weak knock on the huge wooden door on the other side of the room. The door opened and inside stepped a skinny boy about the same age as I am. He was wearing Long forest green shirt that reached half-way to his thighs. He also had a fur vest and green trousers on him but the most distinctive feature about him was the lower part of his left leg. It was... gone, replaced by a prosthetic-looking wood and metal gadget.
"Oh, you're awake" The boy greeted me with a slight wave of his hand "Nice to meet you, My name is Hiccup"
Aaaaaand that makes a chapter. I was planning to put the next chapter with this one but then I realized it would have been too long since I just couldn't stop writing this scene :P
Well, Osgar had a pretty long monologue there, I hope you guys don't mind that.
By the way, I'm really sorry I can't actually WRITE accents but I'm sure you can all imagine how Stoick speaks :)
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-Dawnbreaker (Yeah, that's my other trademark, still remember the first?)