As luck would have it, they did end up stopping… because it was nightfall. Was this a problem for Hiccup who had night vision because of his powers? Hell nah! Was he going to tell Thuggory this after at long last being offered a chance to get some rest? Hell nah!
He sighed with relief at the warmth of the fire, twirling around the arrow-head in his hands. It had the Wind Warrior's symbol on it. A symbol probably well over a thousand years old. It had a story, of course it did. Every old object had one.
He wondered if he could even remember it… Ha! Of course he could, it had been Camicazi's favorite story to tell, over and over and over and over again. He smiled nostalgically. He'd been sick of it back then, but he'd die to hear it again now.
Hmm, let's see.
Kamikazie, or as she'd better been known, Z, was Camicazi's ancestor, and the great-great-great granddaughter of Kamikaze, the original Bogburglar Supe.
Anyways, when she was younger, Kamikazie was in love with the bow and arrow, so much so that the Bogs actually had to stop giving them to her as she had finished the last of their stock… two days before an invasion.
Bored and with nothing to do, she went rock-climbing on Berk, where the Bogs had, about a century back, been forbidden from going to… forever…
She nearly fell off a cliff when a boy with the grace of a dragon saved her. He had blond hair and blue eyes, unfortunately, he never revealed to her what his name was, though as news of a man's death decades later spread through the archipelago, she had a pretty strong feeling about it.
Anyways, the man asked her what she was doing, she replied with the usual Bog vagueness, he placed a sword at her throat and she noticed the design on his arm. A scar.
So she asked about that, he said she had no business knowing, she said she believed she did, yada yada yada.
Anyways, he never did give her much information about it, though somewhere along the way though, she realized she sorta liked him… as in a mommy and daddy way. He sighed, threatened her to get lost, and went back to his village.
She got back home, carved the pattern everywhere and into everything. Somehow it ended up bringing her good luck. It became her symbol, and up until the day she died, she never forgot him.
Then of course there was that thing about it being etched into a box, stolen away by romans, plundered by Egyptians, and nabbed by the treacherous Amazons, but you know what, that's a story for another decade.
The point is, that this was Camicazi's symbol, which would mean she was alive.
How it got to Berk though… a little odd, a little strange, but possible. Camicazi cold control wind, she could easily send it from here to there, aside from that perhaps she was in danger and this was the work of her captor.
He did his best to brush the thoughts from his head. He needed to stay focused, heck, more than that he needed sleep.
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Toothless groaned as he landed in Spain, even though his wings and dragon-type enabled him to fly much faster than any Superhero, that still wasn't that fast, especially considering he couldn't even unlock his full dragon!
Everything hurt! It was still only 2 in the afternoon, so he booked a room and decided to take a nap so he could do… other things that night…
He sighed, sinking into the soft mattress of the pretty damn expensive place he booked. Oh well, got to impress his… other things that night…