The Calling

by Zeniscrying

The creature laid on his paws, sleeping. Beside it, a smaller, more human creature lay under its wings. It was dawn. It was raining. The boy and the dragon lay in perfect comfortable silence. Just like their bond, they were inseparable. Back on an island, vikings stood around. Their chief fired an arrow at a boat which contained no remains.

3. The Plan

The day started as torturous as usual, if not, worse and Hiccup was tired of it. He made up his mind to leave as soon as possible. The question was how? He could pretend he was taken by pirates or that he was killed during a raid. Maybe the whole death thing was too cruel. Why was it so hard to just disappear! He wished that he was a Nightfury so he could just fade into the darkness. Wait. He had Toothless. Why didn't he think of that before! He could just do both! The next time a raid happened he was going to pack some things and fake his death. Leaving with Toothless to start a new life!

He stared at his blade engraved with his name. He would have to cut himself to make it believable. He shuddered at the thought. He was never one for liking pain.

A smile formed on his face and for the second time in his life, he felt truly happy.