Things couldn't be better today. That was all Razorre could think of. He had the whole day off to go about whatever he wanted to do.
"Hey buddy, what say we go for a spin through spine smasher gorge?"
Thresher looked up from his pile of mutton to stare at Razorre. He snorted and returned to his breakfast.
"Okay, maybe not. Ah well, guess I'll just find a shady spot to relax in for a few hours."
Razorre got up and walked into the woods. He always loved roaming the forest. It provided a quick getaway from the insanity of every day affairs. He kept walking until he reached an enormous tree near the centre of the forest. It's trunk was nearly two meters in diameter. Razorre began to scale the tree with amazing skill before finding the perfect branch. Lying down on said branch, he crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and watched the day go by without a care in the world.
"If everyone could get this once a week, the world would be way more civilized. But I guess things would be boring then! Sometimes you need a good slugfest to wake up in the morning."
Razorre drew his sword and reflected the sunlight onto a shadowy part of the tree, admiring how well kept it was. The sword was unique. It was somewhere between a short sword and a broadsword. The blade was steel, while the hand guard was a mixture of black quartz and silver. the hilt was wrapped in silver wire, and the pommel had an electric blue gem set in it. But most unique about it was the fact that it was forged with the ability to store lightning in it for prolonged periods of time. To do this however, a special set of armor must be worn to protect the wielder from being electrocuted. Razorre pulled out a wetstone and began to sharpen the blade. If he didn't keep it in good condition, he might be caught off guard one day without means of defending himself.
"Going to stay up there all day?"
Razorre looked sideways to see Hiccup and Toothless hovering in front of him.
"Part of it. I'm in no rush. People never stop to appreciate the silence of the forest."
Hiccup shook his head.
"I just hope you know how to get down."
Razorre looked shrewdly at him.
"Don't I?"
With that, Razorre deliberately fell out of the tree going into a free fall towards the ground. two meters before he hit, Razorre backflipped to land solidly on his feet.
"You can't get down much faster the that!"
Hiccup clapped sarcastically.
"Very impressive. What's Thresher up to?"
Razorre shrugged.
"Last I saw, finishing breakfast. He'll probably go find a place to sun himself after that."
Hiccup nodded.
"In that case, I'll see you around. Don't get lost in the trees!"
Hiccup wheeled Toothless around, and the duo departed for the mountains. Razorre watched them go. They had been working on something up there for a long time, but hadn't told them what was going on. Razorre began walking back to the village, musing on what to do next.
"Life's been kinda slow lately, with Hiccup and Toothless working on their secret project, and Bolgard and Rowana off on that treaty signing. Things are just so boring now."
Razorre got back and found Thresher napping in a sunbeam.
"C'mon buddy! Lets go for loop around the island!"
Thresher opened his eyes and trotted over to Razorre who was just donning his flight armor. He lowered himself to the ground so that Razorre could hop aboard, and they were off. It was the perfect day for it. The sun was out, the skies were clear, there was a light breeze off the ocean. Nothing could be wrong today.
"Wanna swing by the pit?"
Thresher responded with an approving grunt. The pair winged their way towards a large spit of rock they called the pit. They had named it that way because of the large hole at the center which led down to an underground beach. It had crystal clear water, sand that glittered due to the crushed quartz mixed in, and it had some beautiful stones imbedded in the walls. Most of the stones weren't valuable, but there was a few that were of considerable wealth, such as the one imbedded in the pommel of Razorr's sword. Razorre never took gems from here except for certain circumstances, such as his own gem. Razorre yawned and found a reasonable place to sit down and relax. Thresher merely yawned and fell asleep on the spot.
He should go to bed earlier. With the ammount of time he spends napping, he'll turn into a rock.
The two friends remained there for a few hours, then decided to return to the village. They were just leaving the cloud barrier when they saw a ship headed for port. It had the Speartooth crest on it.
"Finally they're back! Lets go meet them!"
Thresher went into a wild dive towards the ocean. Razorre whooped with delight.
"My thoughts exactly! Lets show up in style!"
Thresher pulled up and shot over to of the ship with astounding speed. A gust of wind followed him shortly afterwards, creating some very interesting hair styles. Rowana turned her gaze to the Skrill and his rider. They were still good at pulling off the unexpected. She had not seen that one coming.
"I really should start trying to figure out if he's going to pull that one. It would save me alot of trouble and discourage more of these surprises."
Thresher touched down at the dock. Razorre nimbly hopped off and jogged down to the group.
"How did it go?"
Bolgard shrugged.
"Same old, same old. I really wish that we could do these things faster. Besides, with Dagur's rampage, I can't afford to be away from the village for so long. If you were attacked I have to be there to help defend our home."
Razorre nodded.
"Don't worry. I've been scouting a thirty mile radius of the island, and no one's come near the place besides trader Johann. He should be in port tomorrow."
Bolgard clapped his hands together happily.
"Thats perfect! I've been meaning to collect something from him for a while now!"
Rowana turned to Razorre.
"When am I going to figure out when your going to freak me out of my skin like that?"
Razorre smiled slyly.
"When you come to expect the unexpected."
Rowana shrugged.
"I've been looking forward to getting home. I have a deep dislike of ships, and the teens on those other islands are just plain annoying. I swear, if I had your sword and armor, they would have tasted Thor's displeasure."
Razorre shrugged.
"Thats a thing of the past."
Rowana nodded.
"Where's Hiccup?"
Razorre just gave a rueful smile.
"Off working on some secret project. I've tried asking him, but no luck."
The rest of the village arrived and began to talk with Bolgard and the rest of the crew. Rowana and Razorre ducked out of the crowd and walked to the meade hall. There was a great feast being prepared for the Chief's return, and they were going to get some good seats before everyone got there.
"Anything change while I was gone?"
Razorre shook his head.
"Zip. Zilch. Nadda. Just some old yaks accidentally stepping on Fjord's foot. Nothing exciting."
"Wait, Fjord got stepped on by a yak? That's something I would pay to see."
The two laughed.
"It was quite entertaining to see him hopping around like that."
Soon everyone was assembled in the meade hall, and the feast was underway. Hiccup, Razorre, and Rowana talked through the night and discussed the comings and goings of the land. Thresher and Toothless napped by the massive fire pit, enjoying the warmth. Soon, everyone was leaving for their homes. It was coming close to midnight with a cresent moon. The trio said their farewells and departed for their homes.
"The end to a perfect day. Tomorrow, I have work to be done."
By that point, Razorre dosed off.
The next morning, Razorre got up early and took care of Thresher's breakfast, before going to his job board.
"Okay... Just a few logs today. Shouldn't be that big an issue."
Grabbing his logging axe, Razorre strolled off into the woods. He took the paper with him as a reminder.
"They want ten logs. Got it!"
After finding a dead tree in the forest, Razorre began to hack away. In no time, he had ten fire logs.
"Thats that for now. Time to get these back to town."
He lifted each log onto a tobogann of sorts, he hauled it back to town. He dropped it off at the specified house, and walked back to where Thresher was. By this point, Everyone was awake and going about their business. Hiccup had already left to keep working on his secret project, so he decided to roam around town. Good thing too, since trader Johann was in port today.
"Come one, come all! You can find anything here!"
Razorre boarded the ship.
"Fair winds, Johann! Lets see what you've got today!"
Johann turned and smiled broadly.
"Ah, master Razorre! How delightful to see you! I think I have something of interest to you!"
Johann pulled out a beautiful hand crafted bow. It was carved with strange glyphs and was made from a dark wood.
"Finest bow I've ever come across! I know you've been looking for a replacement ever since the... incident."
Razorre smiled.
"I'll take it. How 'bout this halberd in exchange? I crafted it myself using the finest steel, and some powdered diamond. It's the toughest, sharpest, finest weapon I've ever crafted besides my sword."
Johann eyed the halberd with a buyer's eye. He was obviously pleased.
"Consider it done. Hear's the quiver that goes with it."
He pulled out a leather quiver of arrows. The quiver itself was inlaid with silver. and finely made.
"Many thanks Johann. Give my regards to Stoick when you see him."
Johann shook his hand vigorously.
"You know I never let down a customer."
Razorre decided to give the bow a try. He soon discovered how well it truly was. It had a sixty kilo draw weight, and fired with some of the greatest accuracy he'd ever seen.
"Johann wasn't kidding when he said it was the finest."
By this point, it was almost dinner time. Collecting the arrows, he jogged back to the town and began making himself some beef stew. While it simmered, he sat outside on the veranda he had made two months ago, sipping some meade. Hiccup and Toothless were on their way home by this time, and were invited to dinner. Rowana had declined, saying that she had some chores to finish up.
"Something smells good. Stew?"
Razorre nodded, and went inside to check it.
"Almost ready. Now, may I ask what your working on up in the mountains?"
Hiccup chuckled.
"I guess I can tell you now, considering it's almost done. I've been working on a dragon training academy."
Razorre looking in awe at Hiccup.
"What?! You can't be serious!"
Hiccup grinned.
"Oh, I'm quite serious. I've just been working on the main buildings for a while, like the places where the dragons will stay, where we can store eggs, dorms, a main classroom for the text work, obstacle courses, etc."
Razorre grinned.
"Well, this is quite interesting! When were you going to tell me?"
Hiccup shrugged.
"Hadn't quite gotten that far in the planning. And considering the fact that my old classmates are the only ones who ride dragons besides you and me, I thought perhaps you and them could help me run the place when I'm finished."
Razorre nodded.
"I'd be glad to help. Besides, if it takes off, we could make another academy on Berk as well."
Hiccup nodded.
"I've already drawn up plans for that, provided we get to that stage. We'll have to wait for the end of winter before trying to go there. While we might be getting off light, the storms out there are raging like Snotlout without a single meal."
Razorre laughed.
"Well then, I guess we best wait!"
The stew was soon done cooking when they heard a knock at the door. Razorre got up and opened the door.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in!"
Rowana gave a frustrated groan.
"How did you know I was done my chores?"
Razorre smiled.
"I can't give all my secrets away now can I? Where would be the fun in that?"
Rowana shrugged.
"Whatever. I'm starving."
Razorre motioned to a chair and dished out the stew. In between bites of bread and stew, Hiccup told Rowana of his secret academy.
"It sounds like a brilliant idea! I just wish I could find a dragon."
Razorre and Rowana had been searching for the right dragon for her, but they couldn't find one anywhere. They had written Changewings off due to the fact that they couldn't make humans invisible too, and Rowana liked being sneaky. She wanted something stealthy, so a Night Fury, or a Changewing were the only options currently available.
After the food was done, they had meade and talked on the veranda. Soon the sun was just a sliver on the horizon.
"I better go home before dad gets concerned."
Hiccup got up too.
"I should hit the sack too. I've got some heavy lifting to do tomorrow, and I need the extra sleep."
After they left, Razorre turned to Thresher who was napping on the spit of rock jutting out from the side of the house. Suddenly, he looked up and out to sea, and growled. Razorre followed his gaze. A large cloud was coming.
"It's starting to change out there. A storm is on the way. C'mon Thresher. we better get to the storm shelter."
Razorre moved to the back of his house and pulled a lever. A large panel of wood slid back to reveal a massive room dug under Razorre's house. It had air holes, and pillars to support the floor.
"Let's get under cover."
The two friends ducked in to the storm shelter and closed the door, ready to wait it out.