Siren
"Al!" I cried, rising out of my chair. I gripped the edge of the table nervously, my nails digging into the wood. What was he doing here? Why did he leave the Meathead Island? What made him to do that?
Al didn't say anything. Instead, he just marched forward while two or three other Viking Celts tried to grab his arms to keep him from running to me. He just punched them from behind, without a moment of hesitation. When he was close, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away.
"What are you doing? These are nice people!" I cried. "They're not that bad!"
Al still didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled so hard that I tripped and fell down. He dragged me out of the building while I kicked and screamed. I kept protesting vehemently, but Al didn't listen. He pulled me toward Toothless and Valkyrie, who were playing a game of tag. Al whistled out, and Valkyrie came running toward him, Toothless coming after her. Al threw me onto Toothless' saddle, and he mounted Valkyrie.
"We're leaving here," he said. "I've come to save you."
Save me? I didn't get it.
Valkyrie spread her wings and took off. I decided it would be best to motion to Toothless to take off too, and soon, we were up in the air.
"What you did was reckless," Al said, waving his hands around. "You could have been eaten alive by those people."
"What do you mean, I could've been eaten alive by them?!" We were in my study, with a pile of books on the table. I was sitting in my chair, and Al was walking back and forth. Now that I saw that pile of books, some of which were about Celtic customs, I could've sent some to the Viking Celts so then I could have Gaelic books. It would've added to the store of knowledge on Celts, combined with the fact that there were Vikings who married Celts. I would've liked to have known how they got there.
"Annette said you were tied up by them first," he cried, "and they only let you out because they realized you were a Viking."
"True," I admitted, "but-"
"No buts!" Al said, shaking his finger. "Don't go anywhere without telling me and bring a weapon. The people you meet may not be nice to you."
Looking, I can see why that was so reckless. Al was right about the people not being nice.
Hiccup
His eyes opened slowly, to see Eret standing over him.
"You're in no state to search for your kid," he said. "You collapsed while officiating a wedding."
Hiccup rubbed his forehead, then his eyes to get rid of the grit. He moaned softly. For some reason, he couldn't will himself to stand up. It was like all of his energy left because of the strain of the last few years.
"Get some rest for a while," Eret said softly, putting his hand on Hiccup's forehead. "You've got a fever. You really need to rest."
Hiccup could feel his eyelids drooping again, and slowly, the world faded to black.
I've got a question: Do any of you think Siren is a Mary Sue? I really hope she's not, because I want her to be a realistic character. I would like feedback on her from all of the stories about her.