I own nothing but my imagination. Seeing as finals end this week I will be able to write a lot more to my story. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I just got too busy. So here is chapter 3 and I should have chapter 4 up this afternoon if all gpes according to plan. Please review, reviews will help me become a better writer.
Chapter 3: Normal is out of the question
In the past 7 years I have not only grown physically, but mentally as well. I grew up aware of things that I wwasn't before, like being able to hear someone or something from 50 meters away as if I was standing next to them. Dad told me before he - no when he was alive, that having the eye of a dragon would increase my senses abnormally compared to other people, and that I would be stronger than anyone would think I could be. If only he had known how many people would have died because of me. Sometimes I lie awake wishing that I could just be normal, like all the other vikings. That my eye was normal, that mum and dad were still alive, that no strange men were hunting me, and most of all that my friends and family were alive and that Berk had never burned to the ground.
But I can't change that now, I must move on with life and forget all that I loved and knew. Everything has changed, I am now 15 and i am pretty sure that the strange men had lost track of my whereabouts. I had changed my name to my birth name, Abella Valhallarama Haddock, sole survivor of Berk, along with Toothless the Night Fury. I write my name in the sand everyday to make sure that I never forget my name and origin.
Over the years, I had gotten way better at flying Toothless. When we left Berk, I couldn't reach the foot pedal so grammy put a wood block there so that I could reach. Fad had taught me the basics of flying Toothless just in case he was busy and Toothless wanted to go flying. When we left Flaming Flower Island, I was able to make a smaller wood block to make up for the gap between my foot and the pedal. And now I am able to do all the tricks and stunts that dad could and more, he would be so proud of me.
My fighting skills have improved also, I can hit a bullseye from 200 meters away on land 100 meters on dragon back. Although it is a shorter distance, I am also riding a dragon with a prothetic tail fin to make up for the distamce. I had started with a bow when I was able to walk, mum had been very insistant on me learning as soon as possible and doing the best I could. All the other kids on Berk were jealous of me always shooting arrows and always being up in the sky.
There is literally nothing on Dragon Island besides a few Terrible Terrors here and there. And that there is a ton of wreckage from the Battle of Green Death. Seeing as dad was a blacksmith, I have inherited his skils, which was a huge plus for making my bow sheath. I also made my necklace, I was swimming (which i am also great at) near the wreckage about a year ago when I came upon a sword with a golden handle and on it was an embellishment of a dragon in the shape of a circle. I brought the sword back to shore with me and began work on getting the embellishment out immeadiately. For a chain, I simply just took some black cloth from a broken sail.
It had taken me a whole year to finish that necklace and when I touch it, I am instantly reminded of home. Sometimes the emotions are too much for me to handle, and I start to cry. This morning when I woke up I old Toothless, " Come on bud, we're going home. "
His reaction to my statement was like the response of a small child who had just woken up on Snoggletog morning. After I pur out our fire, we made Dragon Island was still abandoned and we took off for Berk.