So hey readers, I was hitting a brick wall for the past month, and I want to say I'm very sorry, I have to put Shifted Positions on hiatus until I bust that brick wall, like I did with this. (along with the fact that I might want to finish this up more before I get back to it, it's kind of hard to write two contrasting stories at once, who knew right?)
For those who want me to update faster, testing should be over, and I have study halls now, so I should be able to work more on this story, (and with more relaxed classes hopefully, though my dad is still on my ass about school) I can only hope, but I think this story time is looking up.
Anyway, for that one guy who I think was speaking German (a German friend had a hard time reading it, so IDK), if what he told me is what you meant (if it was coherent) then you just restated the summary (kind of) in German.
Either way, I want to thank everyone who has faved, followed, and reviewed (well, except for that one guy who kind of made sure I couldn't read it, and even then probably only rephrased the summary)
Oh a before I continue, let me apologize for not perfecting anything, I was really tired when I ended up writing most of this, so I'll probably have a few things to fix, but I didn't feel like making you guys wait, if you see anything, a review pointing in a general area would probably help, thanks.
So now, without further ado, a cock-a-doodle doo, or some shoe…ok I'm done randomly rhyming, anyway, here ya go, hope you enjoy, I did a lot here, so here it is…the next chapter of Trust is Received…
Chapter 5: If Only I was Lost
"What do you mean?" I questioned the previously caged Dark One, but he is sounding more delusional the longer I talk.
"What do you mean 'What do I mean?' You made me into this…thing." I'm pretty sure this young dragon has been caged too long, even if he was only just caged, he is sounding senile.
"What did they do to you? What makes you think I could do such a thing?" gesturing to the stubby short and large Viking. "Dark Ones have no such ability."
"WHAT?!" he nearly screamed, and just as soon I hear the Vikings approaching. Just my luck, the rescue mission has gone suicidal.
"We need to leave, we can discuss this after I save you."
"Hold on" he hissed, though for what reason I don't know. He turned to the short one and does something with his claws.
"What are you doing?! We need to leave." We don't have time to play in the stone.
"Something that may very well keep everyone here alive."
"How can playing-"
"Just close your trap and wait."
"Trap? More like an ambush." I hiss back, offended by his tone, though perplexed.
"Just stop talking…and there." As he finished with his claw. "Now I'll go, but no biting anyone." As the shorter Viking left the stone cage.
"Why would I bite? It would only enrage the fake claws." His eyes made a very strange motion where one looked smaller than the other.
So we trekked out of the stone cave, and I could notice the flock of Vikings approaching, and few were holding fake claws. I'd suspect they didn't see us, so we should be able to easily slip away in the forest.
"Come with me, we don't have much time." I told him, which he appeared to reluctantly follow. As we reached the forest, I noticed when we entered that he looked back. "What are you doing? This is no time to ponder your caging."
"Don't make me slap you." He hissed, still staring at where he was binded.
"We can't waste time giving them a chance, we need to flee."
"Fine." he huffed dispassionately.
Oh, no. Two of them…well that proves Hiccup had definitely hit one. But Fishlegs did it again, but this time, he actually let the thing escape this time, didn't even bother trying to kill it. Though, if I was him, I probably wouldn't try to kill two of the most vicious dragons known on my own either, no Viking would. Maybe he wants to believe Hiccup is still there…well not anymore.
I need to make a move soon, or Fishlegs could destroy the island. But what do I do, maybe…just maybe. This better work, or everyone dies with me.
I'll be honest, I'm kind of glad that Hiccup escaped, though I don't like the prospect of the other Night Fury. He definitely wasn't complimenting my tunic. He is also likely the start of this mess, Hiccup was proclaiming seeing a Night Fury he shot down before he was transfigured, and what is the chance that there is another Night Fury besides those two on this island.
That reminds me, I never really bothered to study Hiccup, being a Night Fury, and a friendly one at that. I can't believe it. I am actually friends with one. Granted he wasn't born as one, but does it matter, I can actually get stats on a dragon that no one else has seen before this week. If that doesn't make you excited, then nothing will.
I'm glad he asked me to find him later though, I'll be able to prepare for notes on him.
Now the only problem is what the remaining villagers plan to do now that Hiccup is gone, I doubt "we" are going to give up on Hiccup. And I'm also guessing Gobber is going to try explaining this to the Chief. Hopefully he'll be intimidated enough by Night Furies that he won't devote the village to getting Hiccup.
May the gods not get us all killed.
So I become a dragon, get trapped and caged by my own village, befriend some of the caged dragons, fight my former peers, and now I'm being dragged through the forest by a Night Fury who denies he turned me into a dragon. This week is only getting better and better.
As we walked, I'm getting tired of trudging so far on four legs, I've not ran or walked around much since I transformed.
"Where are we going?" I ask in a stressed roar.
"What do you mean?"
"Well we can't stay in the open with Vikings looking for us, in the day, we don't blend so well, and I rather not be killed in my sleep."
"Just follow me" gesturing his head forwards.
We walk for another half an hour or so before we come across a cave and a good 100 or so steps was a cove with a lake in it. A pretty decent vantage point for avoiding patrols that come our way, I just really hope my dad doesn't come back soon.
"They can't catch us off guard here." He cracks in. "Now…how are you not a Dark One?"
That sparks some of my anger from the night he bit me. "WHAT?! You seriously don't remember turning me into this? THAT BITE?! I grew scales! I-" I screech.
"I don't remember biting any of their kind, not for a while."
"Are you serious?!" I pace around, stomp at every step.
"And even if I did, a Dark's bite isn't able to turn Vikings."
"THEN…then…how do…did you…but…I'm…" as what he said starts to root itself.
"I still think you've been caged too long, you're mad."
"Oh, I'm mad alright." As I regain some emotion.
"Either way, I have no idea what to do with you. How about you rest? We can talk about this afterwards."
"If that short Viking comes by, wake me, DON'T! HARM! HIM!" I nearly screech in emphasis.
"I'd wake you for every Viking, but if you really want me to be less aggressive with that mini-Viking, as long as he doesn't threaten me."
I woke hours later to that damn Night Fury slapping me with his tail.
"Just what I needed" I reply cynically. "Next time, how about you get a boulder."
"The one you told me not to hurt has come awfully close, I saw his fake claw, I shall kill him if he gets closer."
"Blame our stubbornness, I swear no one ever listens." As I tell the Night Fury to stay at the cave and go to see who I suspect is my week old companion.
He's was just above the canyon, on the side of it. With the dirt, I should have no problem communicating (or running out of wood). He sees me and is obvious distress, scared out of his mind that I may be the other Night Fury. At least he didn't pull out the knife.
"Hey Fishlegs" the dirt told my friend, who was exactly the person I was searching for. That definitely calmed him down a lot. "Could you please drop the knife? The other guy is very close to mauling you when you have it."
"Oh thank Thor, I really don't think I could take another encounter." As he throws his knife promptly. "Hiccup? Why did you run?"
"He was the one that bit me, causing this 'issue', and I thought he might be a way to fix it. Apparently not."
We go on explaining to each other the current situations, it seems the village is in high alert, searching for me, they also suspect a traitor. That's not surprising, even the part where curfews and boundaries are in place for anyone who didn't pass Dragon Training. My dad is gonna have quite a mess to cleanup. Also, apparently normal Dragon Training has started. Other than telling Fishlegs to avoid bringing weapons and telling him to come to this spot when we needed to talk, I had nothing new to tell him.
So settling the matters that we each needed to know, the worst of which meant Fishlegs maneuvering out of the village was difficult. Before we part, I tell Fishlegs to be careful, which he simply grunts and runs off. I just have to hope Fishlegs can get back here.
I return to the cave where my newest dragon "friend" is waiting for me. "What was that all about?"
"Just making sure you don't need to burn him next time he comes by."
"He's coming back?! Why can't I just roast him now?"
"Cause he's a friend who will make sure the village won't come to lynch us unexpectedly."
"You are a strange dragon, either way, I don't know what 'village' or 'lynch' mean but if it's preventing us from getting a claw to the gut, I only have to hope you're right."
"I already explained myself."
"And if I trusted you anymore, then I'd be crazy too."
And we pretty much continue the small talk, random discussion of either dragon life or Viking life, which still doesn't convince this guy of what I actually am. He keeps insisting he has no ability to convert people to dragons, which leaves me with two ponderous questions: What actually transformed me? And how do I fix it? And…what do I do when I'm normal? It's not like I can attack a dragon now that I know they aren't just random beasts, but I guess I kind of suspected that before I got BIT by this guy, which reminds me.
"What is your name? I don't think I should be referring to you as 'the Night Fury' or 'that guy' should I?"
"Names? Like when you assign a specific thing a word? Is that what you mean?" he says as I nod in repliance. "We don't really have names, I guess you have amnesia…"
"For the last time I was human, until shortly after you bit me."
"Yeah, and I'm a tree," he deadpanned "Either way, we don't really have names, speech, I guess, kind of handles it for us." I find that answer incomplete.
"How about Toothless?"
"What?"
"Your name, It is a trademark of yours, it's not like any other dragon can make himself 'toothless'."
"Wait, you want to give me a 'name' and you want to call me 'toothless,' I feel insulted, I have teeth and that's a horrible name. Surely you can't do a better name."
"Well mine's Hiccup so…" and he cuts off laughing hysterically, on his ass and back.
"Are…you…serious…you…yoooou…you chose that…as a name…tell me you're joking" he huffed between breaths. "You…you guys need to learn to name stuff" still trying to inhibit a laugh.
"I didn't choose it," I blurt blankly. "My 'oh so great' Viking dad gave it to me for being small" I pout sadly. Just the thought of his hunting party coming, whether he believes Gobber or not, is not a welcoming thought. Maybe I can rest it off. 'Toothless' warbles a sigh while in my despair.
"Take a rest, I'll wake you again if I must." And that's when I drop, eyes closed, mind dead.
I wake from that horrible dream. God being transformed was a horrible experience. Now I can participate in dragon training, but now I have to question, are dragons truly intelligent. I prepare to exit the room, only to find my dad sitting with his back to me, I was sure he was gonna be gone for a bit longer, but I guess he came home over my sleep.
"Seeya Dad." But he doesn't even acknowledge me, strange but not a big deal, walking and closing the door, and out to the village. There is yet so little activity. Only a few villagers, but maybe they've decided not to wake up together.
I walk through the village as if I don't exist, which is probably just slightly better than normal, at least no one is staring at me with that disappointment of a weak, clumsy "Viking" heir. I'd be relieved, but it feels like there's some looming feeling, something not good. But maybe it's just preparation for my usual days.
I reach the Kill Ring, and I see all my "colleagues," as much as a fly would call a spider friend, but peers whose names and skills I know nonetheless. It's however strange that no one, not even Gobber is making noise, the twins aren't even fighting…and that's where I know somethings wrong. As soon as I realize, a pain consumes me, and all of a sudden I see the world go dark, and every single teen raise an axe, at me, while the pain was eating me. They had blood red eyes, and charged me with as much strength as a winter blizzard, until a Deadly Nadder flew in, and disarmed every single one of them, which left Astrid and Fishlegs in a daze, while every other Viking was still angry. And then the pain stopped and I was sitting in a cove with Fishlegs and Astrid, prepared to fight.
And that's when I realize it was a dream, just as Astrid started…
"AHHHH!" I completely lose it, until Toothless tackles me.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You'll give us away." He loudly whispers, harshly cutting me off.
I'm dazed from the dream, and breathing heavy I ask "Sor…rry, it's just…hard."
"You're taking it hard huh?" I'm not sure but, he looked distressed staring at me.
"Yeah, being a dragon that my village would celebrate in killing, just outside of said village, it's just…not great" I sigh.
"Even if you seem crazy, I'd prefer a Dark One not suffer."
"Now I just wish I was crazy."
So yeah, I hope you liked that ending of this chapter, I have big plans, and if you knew me well enough (or if I spoiled enough) you might actually get what I'm about to do. Anyway, I have interesting plans which I hope you will like. Before I go I will say, I had a lot of help getting through the breaking the wall I was at through music, specifically Saint Asonia, Avenged Sevenfold, From Ashes to New, and We As Human (and maybe a little bit of other bands) so I would like to thank those bands for the songs they make, as they helped me a lot, if you like Heavy rock, metal, alt rock or metal, might be a good idea to check them out.
Also don't forget to fav, follow, and review if you liked this, and if you didn't a review of what I failed out would be amazing, (please don't be rude or mean though, critique is useful, rudeness isn't) and thank you very much for reading.
(Oh and one more thing, I'm gonna try to post this story more often now that I'm only doing one, so I'm going to push for weekly updates, but if not, I can guarantee monthly updates until my dad or school takes my computer)