It just occurred to me how short this chapter really is. Oops. Sorry about that. This is my SEVENTH update today, so have fun! Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger. I guess I should say I'm sorry in advance for THIS AND ALL FUTURE CLIFFHANGERS YOU KNOW ARE COMING. Aaaaanyways, shout-outs:
xFaerieValkyriex: Not good is right! Poor Hiccup. I should really give him a break more often. :( Sorry 'bout that, Hicc. I mean well in all honesty.
silverwolvesarecool: Don't worry. Dagur makes me like that too sometimes. I just want to...want to...AGH! I can't even THINK about what I want to do! :)
Jesusfreak: Took the words right out of my mouth. :)
AnimeAngel: Aaah, Dagur never gets the point, even when someone hits him over the head with it. And your idea? I think it's wonderful! We can see some Valka/Hiccup Hiccup/Stoick Stoick/Valka bonding! That would be awesome! I'll have to write that sometime! :D
Guest: Well, cliffhangers are what I do best, loyal reader. :) Along with making the readers hate Dagur. XD!
Even though I knew I was unconscious, I had dreams. But they weren't dreams, I realized. They were flashbacks. Flashbacks.
I was falling from the sky, Berk stretched out below me, but I wasn't screaming. I was falling with a smile on my face, letting my already unkempt hair blow through the wind and become even more messy.
Just as I was about to hit the ground, I heard the call of a Night Fury. Toothless came in underneath me, just barely catching me in time.
"Good job, bud!" I shouted. "A little close..."
Toothless flew back up into the clouds where the other riders were waiting on their dragons. I saw the rest of that day in my memory, with the dragons being accused of vandalism. And then the scene shifted and I was on what I recognized as Dragon Island, being lead there by the Outcasts.
Sudden images of the Outcasts flashed through my memory. I remembered every single time I had ever laid eyes on them; every single time anything had happened with them, through them, or by them. I remembered all of it.
The scene changed, and Astrid and I were sledding down a snowy mountain on our dragons. We were obviously racing. Then, I remembered all the events of that day; the avalanche, sealing us in, our dragons saving our lives, trying to help the animals see that dragons weren't really as bad as they thought...
The scene changed again. It changed so many times, over and over and over again, until it hurt my head, even in my unconscious state. My memory came rushing back at me like a Night Fury crashing into a sea stack. My head pounded even though I wasn't conscious. It ached and throbbed terribly. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like when I was conscious.
The memories kept coming back. More and more flooded my mind.
Earlier that day, I had snapped at Astrid, because of a memory. The memory was a lot to take in. I remembered what everything was like before I killed the Red Death. Before I went from Hiccup the Useless to Hiccup the Useful. Dragon Whisperer. Dragon Conqueror. Dragon Boy (as Astrid liked to call me). It was a hard memory, but now I remembered everything else my friends and I had done. I remembered them apologizing for being so awful to me the first fifteen years of my life. I couldn't stay mad at them. It was both impossible and not in my nature.
I was unconscious, yes, but now I knew who I was.