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Dead foliage crackled under Svea's feet and chilly air nipped at her cheeks, birds chirped slightly. The forest of Berk was beautiful and the dangerous creatures that inhabit it were forgotten for the morning.
"To train a dragon, you have to approach it with no threats or weapons…or eels, dragons hate eels." Hiccup said, reaching his hand out to Toothless.
Svea stared at hiccup, soaking in the information. It was so kind of him to give her a mini lesson before meeting in the arena with the rest of the teens.
"You need to show that you trust him, and don't rush into the bonding. Let the dragon come to you." Hiccup said. He turned his head away from toothless and the dragon pressed its forehead against his palm, an ultimate display of rider to dragon trust.
The sound of an explosion sounded in the distance, followed by the cackles of two teens, Ruffnut and Tuffnut.
Hiccup groaned, "I have to take care of this, be right back." He and toothless slipped into the trees.
Svea sat down on a rock that was hidden by the shade of the trees. Her mind trailed off into things of the past; things she wanted to forget.
Flashback:
A young girl, about twelve years of age, stood overlooking the shivering blue ocean. Her violet eyes reflected nothing but sadness. A large hand about the size of her head pressed gently on her shoulder.
"Svea, come back to the woods, the rest of the children are picking berries." A rusty voice said. It belonged to the compassionate chief of Svea's village on the far away island of Grog.
"But if I leave, my mother wont be able to tell this island from the next."
"Little one, your mother can't even see you up here," He responded.
"Can she see me from the beach?" The small girl asked naïvely. The chief sighed.
"Svea, your mother was sent off by the elder… she isn't coming back."
Tears welled in Svea's amethyst eyes. She held them back and followed the chief to the forest, where the other children picked berries. The other children teased her, shied away from her, called her names, and played 'Run from the Cursed Girl'. Svea did not understand what they meant. All she knew was that she was an outcast to the village.
End of flashback
Svea sighed and kicked a small rock, sending it flying and clacking on a tree. She pushed herself up from the rock and brushed the dirt off her leggings. A small rock came hurtling at her, and crashed into the side of her head
"Ow!" She shrieked, rubbing the hurt area. "If this is you Tuffnut…" She mumbled, balling up her fists. A branch cracked, and Svea turned her head to face behind her.
Instead of the dumb-faced blonde twin that she expected to see, a dragon she had never seen before stared her with big curious eyes. Its head was similar to the monstrous nightmares; it had long bottom teeth and a horn in-between its nostrils. Two horns protruded strait from the side of the head. A long slender body stretched out behind the creature's head. Vibrant sales as red as fresh spilled blood lined the gossamer surface of the creature. Long wings with shimmering gold tips stretched high into the sky, shaped unlike any other dragon Svea had seen on Berk. The dragon had two antennae like extensions of its head, looking just like branches of a willow tree. Leaf like spines protruded from the creatures spine, traveling all the way to the tip of its tail. The beautiful beast stared at her, trying to understand what she was. Svea turned her head; surprisingly, the dragon copied her.
"Did you kick the rock at me?" She muttered. The dragon did not do anything. Svea turned her head to the other side, the dragon followed. A bold impulse shot through Svea's body. She reached her hand out slowly, staring at the dragon. The creature stared at her hand, and then growled deep in its throat. A gurgling sound escaped the creature, and its body disappeared into thin air. Svea jumped back in surprise. She knew which dragon she was going to train.
"It disappeared? That's defiantly a Changewing." Fishlegs said proudly. "Mystery class dragons, they can change the color of their scales to blend in with the surroundings and spit acid,"
"Interesting…" Svea said, imagining the dragon with acid bubbling out its jaw between its overlapping bottom teeth. "Can it be trained?"
"We've never trained a Changewing," Hiccup said. "Yet…"
Svea smiled lightly at hiccup. Hiccup saw Svea as a girl just like him; he was beginning to like her.
"We can get Hookfang to knock the Change-thing unconscious and then you guys can do whatever. I just want to see a dragon fight!" Snotlout said.
Svea rolled her eyes.
"What? Don't you want to see Hookfang get his fight on?" Snotlout asked. "Its almost as satisfying as seeing me get my fight on," He said, raising his eyebrows.
"Just a word of advice Snotlout, you should try to avoid getting your butt kicked by me." Svea said confidently.
Astrid laughed. "Your not bad!" She said.
Hiccup smirked. "Anyways, we should go look for that Changewing tomorrow." Hiccup said.
The teens finished their lesson and headed back to their homes. Svea could not sleep. The memories came rushing in ever since this morning. She couldn't seem to shake off her past.
Flashback:
Svea ran into the forest, tears streaming down her face. She was almost thirteen now, coming close to her birthday. She crouched down into a comfortable fetal position and laid on the cold ground.
"Svea," A comforting voice said from behind her.
"Go. Away." She said, her voice strong.
"Svea, I know life is hard right now, but I promise it will not always be like this," The chief said.
"It will never get better. I am the daughter of a cursed Viking, I might as well be cursed."
The chief sighed. "We'll continue this chat later, were not done." He said, heading back to the village.
Svea wandered around for what felt like hours. She ended up at the docs, where the fog blanketed the land. A small, empty and unattended ship sat solemnly at the docks. Barnacles coated the sad boat, and the wood was rotten. All that Svea could think about was leaving Grog. My mother fled to the sea, why cant I? She thought to herself.