And here we are again! Yet another update! I have no idea how fast I can keep them coming, but we'll see. I love this story!

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The Adventurous Adventures of Hiccup and Wrenlou

All I Remember, Part II

"What!?" Broghan shouted, "you have to be kidding! It's a joke, right? Please tell me it's a joke..."

But Dale shook his head solemnly. "I don't think he would joke about this Broghan. And when I was with him, it was clear he didn't recognize me. I sent for the healer and I hope he'll be here soon. Until then, I think it's best if we... well, stay away I guess..."

"Stay away?" Leila asked, "shouldn't we be there with him? To help him remember?"

"Leila, I have no experience with this kind of thing," Dale said, "sure, enough of my students have fallen, in fact, they all fall at one point or another, but none of them ever had amnesia. I... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help him. I don't even know how much he remembers at this point. All I know is that we're strangers to him."

"What about the dragons?" Broghan asked softly, "does he remember them?"

"I have no idea," Dale mumbled while he started walking towards the door, "I think it's best if we keep them away. If he doesn't remember and has a panic attack or something, we could do more harm than good. Broghan, can you get Toothless and Snowflake away from that cabin? Lock them up if you have to..."

"That's just wrong!" Broghan shouted.

Dale whipped around. "I know it's wrong! Would you rather have him panic? He could hurt himself more if he starts running around terrified! It's bad enough as it is! Just do what I say and get those dragons away from him!"

With that he left the Hall, slamming the door behind him, leaving the teens in shock. Dale rarely raised his voice like that, but when he did, he meant it. Leila placed a hand on Broghan's shoulder and he turned to her.

"It's wrong," he said softly, "how can I keep them away?"

"I know it is," Leila said, squeezing his shoulder, "but Dale is right. What of he doesn't remember, and sees Snowflake, or Toothless, or any of the other dragons and panics? What if he runs? He has a concussion, what if he gets dizzy and falls again?"

"I know," Broghan said, "I know, okay? It's just... not fair towards the dragons."

Leila nodded and pulled him into a hug. He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed. Broken bones could head, concussions would heal as well, but amnesia was a whole lot trickier. What if he never recovered from that?

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He had his legs pulled up, his right arm wrapped around his knees as he stared at door. He was alone, the boy had left shortly after his outburst, unable to hide his tears. A man had come, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew him, but his mind told him he didn't. After the man had talked with him for a while, he had left, and he had been waiting for someone to come back ever since. He was afraid in the company of these people he didn't know, but he feared being alone even more.

He was utterly confused. He didn't remember what had happened, he didn't remember where he was or who he was. He didn't remember the people he knew he should remember, even if it was just a feeling that told him he knew them. He couldn't remember their names, or his own name, no matter how hard he tried. It scared him. It was clear that the boy and the man knew him, and he had no clue who they were.

Something scratched on the door and his head snapped up. He winced when it aggravated his headache and he groaned when he felt his stomach turn. Keeping his eyes fixed on the door, his heart racing in fear, he moved back a little, his head pounding. What was out there? It sounded like a large animal. What would he do when it came in? Where was the boy?

His eyes widened in fear when he heard soft growling from behind him and he bolted away from the wall, turning in the bed. The blankets got tangled around his legs, but he didn't really notice. He just stared at the wall, scared of the wood as if it would grow teeth and attack him. When nothing happened and the growling didn't come back, he relaxed again, slowly laying down when the headache became almost sickening.

The door opened and he looked up, relief washing over him as he saw the boy from before return to his bedside. He tried to sit up, but his stomach protested loudly and he could feel bile rise in his throat. The boy pulled him up, snatching a bucket from the ground and before he knew it, he had expelled the contents of his stomach into the bucket. The boy next to him gently rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." he sniffed, wiping the tears from his face and pushing the bucket away.

"It's okay. You have a concussion from the fall. It's normal,I promise. Here, why don't you give me that."

He let the boy take the bucket and watched him leave, the taste of bile in his throat and he sobbed again. He looked up when the door opened again and the boy came back, carrying a cup and a wet cloth. He started crying even harder when the boy sat down in the chair again and gently washed his face, wiping away the tears, then he handed him the cup.

"Here, drink something."

He took the cup, his hand shaking as he brought it to his lips and he flinched a little when he felt a hand on his back, rubbing circles on his skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again sipping the water.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. You should rest though. The healer is on his way, we'll fix this, okay? We'll figure it out..."

"I don't even know who you are," he whimpered, "I don't even know what happened."

"Neither do I..." the boy mumbled softly, "but we'll find out. We'll figure it out, I promise. Just lay down, rest."

He handed the cup back to the boy and lay down, pulling the blanket around his body. The headache was still throbbing in his head, and his throat and stomach hurt from vomiting. He closed his eyes, the light becoming too bright, even if the small room was dimly lit. Something scratched the door again and he shot up, whimpering at the headache.

"What's that?" he asked, his voice a trembling whisper.

"It's... eh... I... I'll send them away..."

"Send who away? What's doing that?"

The boy didn't answer but went to the door. The moment he opened it, a dragon burst in, black scales glittering in the sunlight. His eyes widened and he scrambled to the corner of the bed, pressing his back against the wall. A second dragon appeared, this one white, and she bounced towards the bed. She stopped in front of him, the black one coming up beside her and he stared at the two dragons for a while. When the black one put a paw on the bed, fear suddenly surged through him. The white dragon pushed the black one aside, pushing her nose against his chest and he froze. She sniffed him curiously, growling softly when she spotted the bandage around his arm. He just sat frozen, his heart racing in his chest, the headache pounding in his head. When the black dragon opened it's mouth and licked his face, he panicked and he screamed.

He screamed.

The sound seemed to come from a voice he didn't know, and it took him a while to realize who was screaming, but the moment he did, both dragons froze, staring at him wide-eyed. The boy had scrambled back to his feet after the dragons had pushed him aside and moved between the bed and the beasts.

Some one else came in, an older boy and he was followed by the man he had met earlier. They started pulling the dragons away from him, the beasts wailing and fighting the men, and he just curled up in the corner, crying into the blanket. He didn't care that his headache was only getting worse, and he ignored the whirling sensation in his stomach, he had nothing left to throw up anyway.

"Hey.. it's okay... they're gone, it's okay..."

The soft voice combined with the gentle hand on his back broke the dam and he couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore. He was alone, surrounded by people who knew him, but he couldn't even remember them, he had no idea what had happened to him. He looked up, his face wet from tears to see the man sitting next to him, gently rubbing his back.

"It's okay," the man muttered softly, "it's okay."

"But it's not, now is it," he sobbed, violently wiping the tears from his face, "if it were, I would be able to remember, don't you think? I know I know you, but I just don't know..."

"Rest. Try to get some sleep. I wish I could give you the answers you seek, but I'm afraid I can't. I don't know anymore than you do."

"You know me!" he yelled, pulling away from the man, "you know who I am! Tell me! Tell me who I am!"

The man shook his head. "I can't. The healer told us we can't force your memory to come back. It has to return in it's own time. If we start telling you things, it could be corrupted."

"That's not fair! I just want to know! Please tell me... please..."

He cut off and whimpered when his headache suddenly intensified and pressed his hand against his head. The man gently pushed him down, pulling the blanket around him. When he had tucked him in, he gently wiped a lock of hair from his face.

"Try to sleep some. You need rest. The healer will come in most likely, but I don't think he'll take very long. Sleep, and then we can tackle this issue tomorrow okay?"

He nodded and watched the man leave with tears in his eyes. It was bad enough knowing that these people knew everything, but now they didn't want to tell him. And that was even worse. He curled up, resting his injured arm on the mattress beside him and pulled the blankets around his shoulders. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, trying to sleep as the man suggested.

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"I told you to get the dragons away!" Dale shouted.

"I was on my way to do that!" Broghan yelled back, "I couldn't know that they would barge into the cabin! Don't blame me for things I have no control of!"

Dale took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. Silence filled the Hall for a moment, then he turned to Broghan.

"You're right. I am sorry. I am really worried and I don't know what to do. I hate that feeling, but I shouldn't take it out on you... I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Broghan said, sitting down, "I worried too. We all are."

"Where are they now? The dragons?"

"I told them to stay outside, or I would lock them up. I think they understand. And if not, I'll put them in one of the empty cabins... but I don't want to do that."

Dale nodded. "As long as they stay out, I don't think we have to lock them up."

"So, what do we do?" Leila asked softly.

"We'll take care of him," Dale said and he filled a bowl with soup, "the best we can. Starting by getting him to eat. Chances are he throws up again, but he needs nutrients. Broghan, can you bring this to him? Make sure he eats all of it."

Broghan nodded and stood up, taking the bowl from Dale. He left the Hall, leaving it in silence, worry hanging in the air like a thick, invisible blanket.