Prologue 2. In which he disappears. The actual story starts next chapter. Trust me, it's good! (Don't mean to brag)
"You had better fail today."
Astrid walked up behind the boy. He was standing just behind the gate into the arena and was messing with one of the horns on his helmet.
"Oh don't worry. I will." He replied ironically. Astrid stared at him in amazement. He usually would never say anything like that to her at all. Now that she looked at his face, she could easily see that he meant what he said. He knew something was going to go wrong.
"I'm going to do something unforgivable."
It was barely a mumble, but it got her thinking.
"It's time Hiccup. Knock 'em dead."
Hiccup raised his eyebrows and stepped through the opening gate.
Astrid stared at the ground as she walked home. She could hear the commotion coming from the arena. Stoick's voice could be heard above it all.
She stumbled on a rock and felt a hand grab her arm and pull her back up. Snotlout.
"What's all that racket about?" He questioned.
"Night fury..." Astrid mumbled.
"What?"
"Night fury. Took Hiccup."
"Wait... A night fury took Hiccup?"
"Yeah."
A smile crept onto his face. Astrid pushed him aside and and continued walking. She didn't need that right now.
The black dragon turned around and grabbed the boy's arm, yanking him off his feet and dragging him across the arena. He screamed and tried to push away the dragon but he was no match for it. The dragon opened his mouth and shot a bolt of blue fire at the oncoming Vikings, before turning and grabbing the boy again and dragging him out of the arena and off the cliff. The boy's scream faded away.
Astrid sat up and just stopped the scream from surfacing. Same nightmare every time. That was five years ago! Why was it still haunting her?
She sighed and rubbed her eyes.