How to Train Humans (3)
Ch. 3: Talk and Shelters
(Shelen POV)
I made my way back to the village with Hiccup and dropped him off in front of his house. I then decided to go back to my own house and see my dad again. It had been a while since seeing him. I sighed and went up to my front door. I then opened it and peeked inside.
My dad was sitting by the fire, stoaking it. I snuck passed him and then made it to the stairs. I was only two steps when-
"Shelen."
I froze and turned to face my father.
"Um, hi...Dad." I said nervously. The big Viking of a man almost like Stoik the Vast, stood from his position by the fire.
"I need to speak with you, Shelen." My dad said as he walked over to me.
"Wh-What is it?" I asked. He took a deep breath.
"I think it's time you start to fight dragons." He announced. My blood went cold. My worse fears had been realized!
"Oh, well, um...I have something to say too." I said. He motioned for me to continue.
"I don't really want to fight dragons."
I waited for the explosion or the laughter. It never came. He only stared at me strange then he broke the silence.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"It's just...I'm the camping, research, observer girl." I listed. But my dad is like all others. He expects his only child to be like the parents themselves. He then began to laugh abit. I didn't understand at first but then I knew. He didn't care what I thought he would decide.
"You'll need this." He said lifting a heavy sword that was as long as I was tall. My knees nearly buckled under the weight.
"Are you not listening to me? I can't kill dragons!" My words had no effect what-so-ever.
"You will kill dragons. Trust me." Dad replied. I didn't even try after that. We made a deal, then he left for the voyage to Hel Heims Gate, the dragon nest. I hoped he would come back with ameisha.
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(Hiccup POV)
I woke up in front of my house and figured someone had found me unconcious. I sighed and walked inside as quietly as I could. Dad was kneeling in front of the hearth stoking the coals. He hadn't noticed me. At least not yet.
I crept past him and was halfway up the stairs when…
"Hiccup." Dad said calmly. I stopped in my tracks and stepped down a few steps.
"Ah…Dad…" I gulped, "I…I have to talk to you…" Dad stood up and walked over to the stairs to join me.
"I need to talk with ye too son." He said.
I took a deep breath and said, "I decided that I don't want to fight Dragons." But whatever he said, he said it at the exact same time I spoke and didn't understand a word of what he said.
"What?" we both said in unison looking at each other confused.
"Ye go first." Dad said patiently.
"No, no you go first." I insisted sitting down on the stairs.
"Alright, ye got yer wish: Dragon Training." Dad said, "Ye start in the mornin'."
"Oh man…" I muttered to myself trying not to panic, "I should've gone first…" then I spoke up.
Um, I was thinking and we have a bit of a surplus of Dragon fighting Vikings? I mean…Do we have enough bread making Vikings? Or small home repair Vikings?" I was actually quite good at cooking and repairs. Dad never cooked because he's completely useless at that sort of thing and he likes my cooking too much. And I have fixed my fair share of leaks in the roof. I should've just kept my mouth shut for all the good it did me…
"Ye'll need this." Dad said-not even listening to me as usual…And dropped a big and really heavy axe into my arms. I grunted and fell back under its weight.
"I really don't want to kill Dragons." I said. Dad was about to say something then stopped. Maybe he was finally listening to me.
I should've known better…He burst out laughing as if I had just made a particularly good joke.
"O' course ye do!" he said still chuckling and walked back over to the hearth beginning to stoke it again.
"Dad." I said standing up somehow holding onto the axe, "Rephrase: I can't kill Dragons!" I had already found that out first hand anyway.
"But ye will kill Dragons." Dad insisted, "Ye'll learn all the basics."
"No Dad." I insisted, "I'm really, extra sure that I won't."
"It's time Hiccup." Dad said seriously completely ignoring me.
"Can you not hear me!" I bleated. Things were going exactly as I feared!
"This is serious son." Dad said turning to face me, "When ye carry this axe, ye not only carryin' yer own strength, but all of us as well. That means, ye walk like us, talk like us, and think like us." He made his point by tapping the side of his head.
"No more of this." He added gesturing to all of me.
"You just gestured to all of me…" I said feeling extremely annoyed. What was it about me that everyone hated?
"Deal?" Dad asked. I sighed exasperated,
"This conversation is feeling very one sided." I commented.
"Deal!" Dad asked a little louder this time.
"Deal…" I groaned in utter defeat.
"Good lad." Dad said he picked up a large basket and put on his long horned helmet and headed for the front door, "Train hard. I'll be back…probably." He was off to go find the Dragon's Nest again…
"And…I'll be right here." I said, "Maybe." Dad left the house. I stood where I was for a few minutes. I had just been enrolled into Dragon Training and in the morning, I would either get blasted to bits or eaten and I didn't know which I liked better.
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(Windstrike POV)
I regained conciousness soon after my fall. I shook myself and looked around me. A valley. I, a great Night Fury, had fallen into a big hole. I grumbled and stretched my wings. I then pulled them back and lept into the air. I was airborne for three minutes then I fell. Again.
I shook myself again and made sure that nothing was broken. I then glanced behind me and checked for any injuries or shards of diamond. Nothing I looked forward again then back at my body. This time I saw that something was wrong with my tail. I moved it in front of me and eyed it carefully. It only took a moment to realize that my right tailfin was missing. I gaped in horror at it then growled and tried again to fly. I would not be grounded!
I tried again and again. To no avail. I tried until the rain began to pour. Sighing in postponed defeat, I searched the hole for shelter. I found a nice cave a few feet from the ground. I shrugged and lumbered over to the cave. I then started to climb. It is not well known, but dragons are great climbers. We usually don't have to climb though since we fly or swim.
It took me a few tries to get up into the cave, but I managed. I sighed again and slumped down onto the stone floor. It was too tough to light a fire on. I made a mental note to gather some of the grass down bellow and make a burnable bed. I suddenly heard a rumble and felt my stomach vibrate.
'Great,' I thought in annoyance, 'Now I'm hungry!' On that happy thought I tried to drift off to sleep. It was going to be a long, dreamless night.
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(Nightdevil POV)
I groaned as I awoke from my slumber. It had started to rain. I growled and tried to find a place to rest. I found a nice big tree cave low to the ground. I ran over to it and shook off the rain. It would be too wet to try and fly out of the cove I had landed in at that moment.
I breathed a nice flame and lay on my bed of burnt grass. Just like Windstrike had taught me.
'Windstrike...' I felt empty whenever I thought about my former partner. She had been a great friend but I still hoped she was safe. I knew that after the male human had freed me I had seen that Windstrike had escaped. It eased my worries a little.
I slowly fell into a dreamless sleep after that, wondering if IT knew Windstrike and I were missing.