*Amatis-girl [35; 26 Jan]
*Lucian-guy [36; 12 Feb]
*Hiccup-guy [10; 29 Feb (like the books)]
*Stephen-guy [36; 18 Oct]
*Toothless-guy [10; 4 August]
*Kali-girl [40; 12 march]
*Vendetta-girl [40; 5 April]
*Amarilla-girl [32; 16 Aug]
*Lycaon-guy [38; 19 September]
*Krios-guy [61; 12 May]
*Veda-girl [58; 7 June]
*Renée-girl [14; 3 April]
*Tyche-girl [12; 4 April]
*Morgue-guy [34; 12 July]
*Callum-guy [34; 3 Aug]
*Scar-guy [10; 29 December]
*Scab-guy [10; 29 December]
*Cora-girl [10; 6 September]
*Ellipsa-girl [ 12; 5 Aug]
*Gora-girl [15; 12 Dec]
*Carmen-girl [13; 5 Oct]
*Koi-guy [11; 6 March]
*Keeto-guy [11; 6 March]
*Baldy-guy [ 12; 3 Oct]
*Leena-girl (druid) [42; 5 Nov]
*Mailee-girl (druid in training) [13; 12 Dec]
Families (these are the kids[aged left=youngest-right=oldest] + married couples, btw, don't be confused by the new names in here, if they're new, it means they're deceased, k?):
*Amatis (mom=Serabi, dad=Verlac)/Stephen (mom=Drew, dad=Sebastian)
kids= Hiccup (fostered), Scab and Scar.
*Kali (mom=Serabi, dad= Verlac)/Lycaon (mom=Serena, dad=David)
kids= Toothless, Koi, Keeto, Baldy.
*Vendetta (mom=Veda, dad=Krios)/Morgue (mom=Serena, dad=David)
kids= Cora, Ellipsa, Gora.
*Amarilla (mom=Veda, dad=Krios)/Callum (mom=Drew, dad=Sebastian)
kids=Tyche, Renée, Carmen.
* Veda (mom= Callisto, dad=Falcon)/Krios (mom=Martha, dad=Hawk)
kids=Amarilla and Vendetta
*Leena (mom=Anna, dad=Ferdinand)/Gabe(mom=Colli, dad=Venti)
kid= Mailee
Luke is SINGLE!
And Vera, or as you know her, Valka, was the only child of Damien and his wife Lamia.
3 years later. 1010 AD
Berk….
Hofferson's
Astrid Hofferson was eating her porridge whilst her parents talked about recent werewolf sightings. In came Carla, their werewolf slave. She was about fifteen, with long, curly, blonde hair, and pale skin. When she'd first arrived, she'd been seven, and had a healthy glow to her, now….
The thin, scraggly girl swept the floor, her once beautiful blue eyes now a dull, lifeless, grey.
"Carla, get me some tea. Now!" ordered Olaf, her father.
Carla sighed, as she went to go get him tea, her shackles clanging sadly all the way.
Astrid looked at her, and even though she knew it was wrong and unheard of, she felt sorry for her.
Carla, who'd once been the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen, was now reduced to-to this!
Sighing, she got up to put her plate away.
"Where're you going?" asked her older brother Boar, "Carla'll do it. why else do you think she's here?"
Boar was a big, strong boy with muscles the size of footballs and an eight pack to match. one thing he lacked, however, was personality. In Astrid's opinion, he had to be the rudest boy she'd ever met. But, even though she hated to admit it, he was a good hunter. A very good hunter. He had, after all, been the one to catch Carla. And he would forever be smiled upon by Stoick, for finding the island that his wife had come from, even if it was an accident.
"I think she's here because she was forced to be. And for your information, I'm not handicapped, I can put away my own dishes, thank you very much," she snapped.
Carla sent her a grateful smile, which she returned.
Ever since Carla had first arrived, she'd been the only one nice to her. And why would she not? Carla was the one who took pride in her accomplishments, who tucked her into bed at night when she was younger, who told her stories, who informed her of things the council deemed her 'too young' to hear, and was frankly the only one who ever noticed her.
Boar humphed, "Gods Astrid, with that state of mind you may as well find an Alpha to bite you."
"Well, if it meant being a different species than you…." and with that she walked out.
Jorgenson's
Snotlout ate bacon whilst listening to the tales of his parents' hunts. He gasped when they got to the part about the time his father almost got bit by an Alpha, and cheered when his father told him he sliced the Alpha's head off.
In walked June, their werewolf slave.
She was five foot six, curvy, brown haired and green eyed. Snotlout used to have a crush on her when she got there, five years ago, when he was five and she was eight.
She'd had a healthy tan back then, and the most mesmerizing green eyes, her brown, waist-length hair bouncing behind her. But now…
The crush was gone as soon as her sparkle left, as soon as her skin paled, as soon as she became scraggly, as soon as her hair went flat, as soon as her eyes dulled. And to be honest, he felt sorry for her.
"Good Morning, June," said Spitelout.
"Good Morning Sir, Ma'am, Snotlout," she nodded.
The Jorgenson's weren't as bad as most families on berk. They were actually quite nice to their slave, acknowledging her as a human being.
And to be frank, she was grateful that she'd ended up here. ended up in one of the few households she was safe in. even if, by law, not the Jorgensen's, she wasn't allowed to see her sisters. Any of them. Not Carla, Clary, Emma, Louise, or her brother, Michael.
Oh well. She could only hope they were safe…
Thorston's
Ruffnut and Tuffnut were eating their breakfast. Cereal.
"Clary, may I please have some milk?" asked Ruffnut, unusually polite.
But how could she help it. here was a fifteen year old girl, being treated like a waste-of-space-slave, and frankly, she just hated the word 'slave', wondered how her Chief could even let them have them.
But of course she knew why. It was revenge, revenge against their kind for the believed, yet not even proven, 'murder' of his son and wife.
But she knew the truth, Clary had told her and Tuffnut, whilst setting the two to bed as toddlers.
'Valka', a.k.a Vera Skycatcher had been a werewolf. However, she'd died whilst delivering her son to her pack, to keep him safe from his werewolf hunting father and tribe.
"So, have either of you seen Clara? Oh, and June, Michael, Emma and Louise, of course," she blushed having felt guilty for only wanting to know about her twin.
"Yeah. But the Hofferson's aren't being very nice to Clara. I swear, Astrid's the only one of them who sees Clara as human. June's good. Michael's… well I guess he's okay. As okay as the fish haulers are. Emma's good and Louise is perfect," said Tuffnut.
The slave nodded.
She had platinum blonde hair, pink, rosy lips and the most beautiful, clear blue eyes one could imagine. She used to be the spitting image of her twin, before the Hofferson's took her sister in, that is.
She'd heard awful things from her and her sisters weekly meets at the slave gathering.
Her sister, her twin, was being sexually abused by the one they called, 'Boar'.
The news made her cry herself to sleep.
June was okay. Louise was healthy, being treated like a maid rather than a slave, Emma was…. Ok, and Michael was good. Bucket and Mulch always fed their wolves well, and housed them in a hut near theirs with enough space for fifteen wolves, even though it only held nine.
So all her siblings, including herself, except her twin were okay. And that's what made it hard to sleep at night. Wouldn't it be hard to sleep it at night, after all, if you knew your twin was being raped constantly, and there was nothing you could do about it?
Sighing, she got back to making breakfast for her master and mistress. Oh well, something's were beyond her say. A lot now that they were here.
Ingerman's
Fishlegs and his family ate their breakfast. On the table sat him, his mother, his father, and Louise. The daughter they'd always wanted. She was a year younger than Fishlegs.
She had milk-brown hair and fluorescent pink eyes. (because werewolves have weird genetics that enable a born werewolf to have any colour eyes and any colour hair, e.g. Barf and Belch [the former actually has opposite colored hair to the latter, making it auburn-brown hair with green specks, but anywho…)
"So, Louise, tell us, what was your old home like?" asked Fishleg's father, Accel.
"Well, um, we lived on an island, I'm not sure what the name was, but we called it 'Serpant's eye island,' with the rest of the Nomnom pack. Our Alpha was Darach, but I hear he died and was replaced, though I'm not sure by whom," she replied.
Accel nodded.
"So," said Olga, "Fishlegs, are you excited?"
"Of course, mother, I get to go fishing!" squealed the chubby little ten year old.
"Good, see you when you get home. Bye!" and off ran Fishlegs to join his friends.
What a nice house…
Haddock's
"EMMA FETCH ME MY DRINK!" ordered Stoick, "AND YOU, VERONICA FETCH MY ICEBLOCK!"
being a chief, and therefore a very wealthy man, Stoick was able to afford, not one, but two slaves.
He sighed, it'd been a rough day. He'd heard from the meatheads that thirteen of their wolves had been rescued. The Lava Louts had had twelve rescued, and berk was next on the map.
How did this happen? It was impossible!
He'd have to increase security measures on the wolves, a curfew was a good idea, anyone seen outside after eight o'clock would be subjected to a standardized werewolf test, if they failed, they'd be sent home since it meant they weren't werewolves, but if they passed, he'd be getting a new slave/trophy, depending on whether or not the wolf was an alpha.
He sighed as he stared at a portrait of his wife and son.
Ten years. It was now exactly ten years since they'd died. They still hadn't found either of the bodies.
Oh well, better this than his son getting married to his third cousin Snotlout. That was one consummation he did not want to be a witness at. Regardless of whether the idea of him watching his son getting topped by his cousin was hot or not. Damn his pants were getting tight!
Sighing, he resumed his daily carving…
On the island of tomorrow….
The kids were all playing a friendly game of hide and seek. Except for Baldy and Ellipsa who deemed themselves 'too mature to play a silly little kids game.'
The two in question were sitting under a tree sipping iced honey. (don't even ask, though I'm pretty sure I just made that up…)
"Something needs to be done about those pesky humans before they capture more of us," said Baldy, sipping on his drink.
"I agree, even if it means leaving the pack," said Ellipsa.
Baldy nodded.
Behind the canyon underneath the trees…
(yes, I did just steal this from 'Beating Heart by Ellie Goudling, but before I get sued, I would like to mention that this is fanfiction, therefore it goes without saying that I own nothing except for the concepts leading to the paralities and diversions of the original piece created by the creator(s). There, that's long enough)
"What do you think they're talking about?" toothless asked his crush- er, hiccup.
"I have no clue. Now can it before Gora finds us, you know her senses are heightened now that she can change…"
Gora, who was in the meadow, sniffed, before turning towards them with a feral grin.
"Found you," she growled, before chasing after them.
Toothless ran, but hiccup chose to climb the tree and sprint off to the den.
Toothless got to the den, which was a giant oak tree in the middle of the meadow.
"1, 2, 3, block my- argh!" his voice muffled as Gora pounced on him.
"You're out, mini-munch! Now, where's hiccup…?" she pondered.
Just then, from above the tree, she heard a rustling, followed by a, "1, 2, 3 block myself!"
Her head snapped up.
There was hiccup, sitting in the uppermost branches of the oak tree.
"No fair! That's got to count as cheating!" she declared, refusing to be bested by her younger cousin.
But all hiccup did was give her a sideways smile.
"technically, we had to block ourselves on den. Which was this tree. I don't know about you, but I most certainly do not remember any rule about which part of the tree we had to touch, do you, Toothless?"
Toothless smirked, time to get his revenge, "Why no hiccup, I most certainly do not, remember any rules about that, now that you say it."
Gora glared at toothless, "puh-lease, you agree with everything he says just because he's your best mate."
She grinned sadistically as she watched toothless blend in with the red poppies surrounding them, "I do not, 'sides, not my fault that you can't handle losing."
"He's right," said Hiccup, "and FYI, the others all blocked themselves whilst you were talking."
Gora went wide eyed, before looking behind the tree and seeing, to her complete and utter disbelief, that Koi, Keeto, Scab, Scar, Cora, Mailee, Tyche, Renee and Carmen were all smirking at her from behind the tree.
She growled out angrily, "whatever."
"Kids!" shouted Amatis from the shed above the castle, "It's time for lunch!"
they all got an animalistic gleam in their eyes, even Ellipsa and Baldy who hadn't been playing.
All the adults came out. And together, they charged into the woods. Ready to hunt their meals…
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DONE! enjoy this week's chapter mi amigos because I am out! PEACE!
-httyd4eva
peace out yo ;P