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| Who am I? Chapter two: The village in berk | |
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| Topic Started: 06 May 2014, 23:36 (3633 Views) | |
| Lageos | 06 May 2014, 23:36 Post #1 |
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Previous Chapter - Next Chapter It was a large dragon, its scales as black as the night sky. It bared its sharp teeth in a scowl, its green eyes sharpening at the sight of the boy. It had a saddle on its back and was missing part of its tail, only to be replaced by a red mechanical placeholder. Beside the dragon stood a stranger. He looked the same age as the teen did. He had long orange-brown hair and was clothed in a green shirt, green pants and a leather vest. He was missing a foot; in its place was a prosthetic made of metal and wood. He took a step forward, his metal foot squeaking when it hit the ground. Bolt reacted and jumped over the teen to get in between the two. The boy's mouth opened. “Bolt , stand do---” The other dragon lunged at Bolt before he could say the rest. The two dragons went down on the ground. They were jabbing and swiping at each other; the two seemed equal in strength. The other teen's jaw dropped. “Toothless, no! Get over here!” The dragon looked at him, startled. The tall teen outstretched a hand towards his dragon. “Bolt, stop.” Bolt looked up suddenly and slowly slunk away from the other dragon, and sat beside the visibly startled teen, staring at the ground in shame. “Who are you?” the stranger asked. The teen did not respond, not that he did not want to respond, but that he couldn't respond, he did not know. The two teens exchanged awkward glances. “Why are you here?” the stranger asked in a stern voice. The teen looked up at him. “I don't know, this is where I woke up.” “Well, if you’re not going to provide a valid answer, I am going to have to bring you into town to have a little chat with my father.” The stranger's voice lightened up. “And no one likes to chat with my father,” he said with a chuckle. The teen did not resist the stranger escorting them into town; he knew that he had nowhere to go, and nothing to lose. They walked along the dirty cobblestone path, and followed it over the bridge into the village. The village was more menacing in the day than it was night. The houses had carved wooden dragon heads on the roof's beams. Some buildings’ wood was scorched and burnt in some places. Everyone was out and about doing their daily jobs; they stopped only to and stare at the two as they passed by. The teen could hear them whispering to the people around them. The path lead to the centre of town. A large man emerged from one of the houses. “Hiccup, who is this?” he motioned at the teen. “Dad, I found him in the cove, well him and his dragon,” the teen responded, glancing at Bolt. “Restrain the dragon and take it to the academy,” the man said as he motioned towards Bolt. A few men emerged from the circle of people that had gathered around them. They used rope to tie Bolt's mouth shut. They grabbed his wings and legs and tied them together and as quick as they could they tied him up, lifted him up and jogged down the cobblestone path. “Take the boy to the stockade; we are going to have a little discussion there.” Someone approached the teen from behind and slid a burlap sack over his head. “Who are you!?” the leader said in a booming voice. A man approached him from out of the darkness; it was the same man who the teen saw crossing the bridge a few days prior. “Stoick, he's had enough. He is obviously telling the truth. He would have told you hours ago.” His face straightened as he looked at the leader. “But Gobber---” “Stoick, look at him, he has barely eaten in days!” He motioned towards the boy, who was bound to a post. “But remember the Heather incident?” The leader’s eyes shifted to the ground. “She helped the Outcasts, she betrayed us!” he continued. “Yes, but only for the sake of her family... Stoick, he is innocent.” Waking up in the jail cell during the days prior was not a nice feeling, but every day he woke up to the smell of a small bowl of fresh fish chowder. He would sit by the window and would scarf the food down to the sound of the bustling village. That day was the same; he had gotten the bowl and immediately dug in, quickly devouring the chunky soup, not sparing a single drop of it. A chuckle came from outside the boy's cell. He looked up. It was the teen who found him in the cove. “I see you like the fish stew!” he said with a grin. The teen looked up in acknowledgement. “It’s Bucket’s; I can take you to him if you want.” he added. The boy looked at him again; he seemed sincere. “You’re not much of a talker are you?” he said, unsettled. “Well, I have nothing to say,” the boy retorted, looking at the ground. “Well I'm Hiccup,” he said reassuringly. |
| draco | 07 May 2014, 03:55 Post #2 |
mystery dragon, pic drawn by night fury fire. Thank you :)
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I like this one, keep going. |
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Dragons, need I say more. Hiccup, chief of berc, dragon master. Toothless, alpha dragon. You and me bud we can do this, as one. It's just a zipple misunderstanding I like a pit, but I love a boar pit. i am hurt,I am very much hurt. | |
| Lageos | 08 May 2014, 10:42 Post #3 |
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It had been a month since the teen was let out of the dusty stockade, where he spent his time being bitter at the people of berk, but since they let him out, he was living in peace with them, and in that jail cell he left all his bitterness behind. The people of berk built him a small shelter just outside of town, It was nice and cozy, well... it real cozy, it is a mere ten feet wide and fifteen feet long. It had a bed at the far end and a fire pit in the centre. He was earning his daily keep by doing little jobs for everyone. He went fishing with bucket and mulch, he did some repairs on houses, he even worked the bellows for gobber's forge, he did it all. Stoick who was the leader of the tribe let him see bolt every now and then. Though, Bolt could only stay in the arena, they were not able to go for walks in the forest like they use to. The teen honestly felt sorry for Bolt, he had nothing or nobody to curl up to at night, the teen could see the spark fading from his eyes, so everyday he would play with him. Hiccup brought him some “Dragon-Nip” to use on Bolt too. While being free from the confines of the stockade, The teen was able to socialize with the others his age, There was Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs. Hiccup wore a green shirt, brownish-green pants and a leather vest, he also had a metal foot, he said that he had lost it in a battle with a giant dragon, though, The teen only thought that he was exaggerating a bit. Astrid was a very violent girl, she would not hesitate to resort to physical violence if offend. She wore a leather skirt with iron spikes imbedded in it, she also sports a leather headband. Ruffnut and Tuffnut where exactly the same as each other, Both of them have long white hair and both where dumber than a potato. And lastly Fishlegs, he was chubby, though he said that he was just husky, did the teen believe that?, no. Fishlegs loved his dragon knowledge and would not stop blurting it out all the time. He seemed to have a mother-like relationship with his dragon. The other teens had Nicknamed The boy Nightmare, this was because of his frequent nightmares while in the Stockade, his nickname actually spread like wild fire through out the village, though to a viking, it is not that offensive at all. “And then I was all like, Need a haaand?” Tuffnut said with a grin on his face, he motioned at Astrid pretending to hold a bone hand. Astrid's hand balled up into a fist and swung into Tuffnut's thigh, Tuffnut cringed, “Ugh I will never, NEVER forgive you for that!” Astrid said holding her fist up so she could strike again. “That's what I am here for, making people mad!” Tuffnut said proudly, Tuff angled his head slightly, then Ruffnut slammed her head into the top of Tuff's. “Okay moving on before Astrid kills anyone” Hiccup said politely, Astrid's eyes averted Tuffnut and focused intensely on Hiccup, her eyes had fiery anger in them, but quickly subsided. “So Nightmare, tell us more about yourself” Hiccup continued, everyone’s eyes shifted to the teen, “I honestly don't know anything about myself, everything I know, I have told you before.” He responded. “Have you tried to go to Gothi?” Hiccup asked, he put his hand on the teen's shoulder, “Your village elder? I don't think that will help me at all, Nothing can recover my memories...” he responded. “Well you should at least try. I can give you a lift to Gothi's house on Toothless” The wind rushed past the teen's face, he did not know how high up they were, but still he clenched his teeth and his eyes shut anyways, He dug his nails into the leather saddle. He was afraid of falling, of the impact that He would experience, it would be his last experience. He only dared to peek through his shut eyes, they were slowly spiralling up a cliff-face, at the peek stood a lone house. “There it is” Hiccup shouted, the sound of the wind almost drowning him out. The teen opened his eyes, It was amazing, the sun was slowly setting on the horizon, the same surreal that He experienced in the cove swept over him again. His grip on the saddles edge loosened. He let go of his fear, and his anxieties. He swept his hand across the black hide of the dragon. It's scales tickled his fingertips. He became engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations, time seemed to melt, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting the fresh air fill him with the essence of life its self. Before he knew it, he heard a thump, he slowly opened his eyes and they were there, He dismounted toothless and the the two left him on the deck of the house. The house was old, it had scars and scorch marks all over it, It teetered precariously on the tip of the mountain, How it lasted so long he would never know. He slowly approached the doorway, It opened with the sound of a ominous creak, A small elderly woman with a wooden staff was inside, it was Gothi. Gothi did not talk, but she did wright depictions in a box full of coarse sand. She asked him to explain what had happened and what he remembered, each time he would say something, she drew some more in the sand. The teen looked at the picture “Oh, you want me to sit down and think?” he softly said, she nodded, He pulled up the closest chair and shut his eyes, he let his mind run free. He was in the dark, nothing was around him, he knew that he was dreaming but something stuck out to him. It was a rope in the middle of nothing, just black void, he carefully approached the rope and picked it up in his hand. The rope started to grow in length, he held onto the end of the rope, but the rope swung around and wrapped its self around his wrist a few times. The black void started to fade into a scene from his distant memory's. He was on a ship, and was using the rope that he had in hand to hoist the sails, He was with a bunch of men, they where preparing for battle, they all had their swords and maces ready. Then from out of the storm clouds lightning struck, But this time it was not the people that it struck, but all the metal weapons, the dragon smashed the ship into pieces. The next day the other teens had already left for one of their missions, so the teen decided to pay a visit to Bolt in the arena. His legs where quite tired by the time that he reached the cage, Bolt was out in the centre knocking a large rock around the arena and cheerfully chasing it. The teen let out a quiet sigh and touched the chain-link cage, it quietly rattled under his palm. Bolt came to a dead stop, he reared back on his legs, and his head swivelled to look at the teen. As soon as he saw his companion, he jumped up onto the rock ledge and clung to the chains, he licked the teen through the chain barrier, his tongue tingled and stung the teen at the same time, it left a wet patch where he had licked. The teen turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the arena, He stopped, he heard the low rumble of beating dragon wings. He turned his head to see who was coming, It was Stoick, the thunder drum touched down with a loud thud and his rider hopped off of the saddle. Stoick approached the teen, “I thought I would find you here!” Stoick chuckled, “Well, bolt is my best friend, I have no reason not so see him, it's kind of sad that he has to stay caged” The teen sighed. “Actually that is what I came here for, to tell you that all the restrictions have been removed” he cheerfully exclaimed, Stoick and the teen walked down the corridor to the gate, Bolt was sitting patiently behind the portcullis. Stoick flipped the leaver and the gate opened with a rumbling clunk. The teen stretched his arm and placed his hand on Bolts snout. “Thank you” he sincerely replied, “Hey Bolt, Stoick is going to let you out!” the teen said cheerfully. Bolt looked at Stoick, his eyes rounded, and in a blink of an eye he jumped onto Stoick and pinned him down. Stoick struggled but it was too late, Bolt's tongue flew out of his mouth and started licking Stoick's face, Stoick grunted as the moist tongue went up and down his face, Bolt loosened his grip on Stoick's arms. Stoick got up chuckling, “Yea, he says thank you too” The teen added with a smile on his face. The forest got denser the further the two walked, the ferns and bushes almost became unbearable, the flora was reaching up to drink up every last ray that the sun produced. The plants tried to choke one another, leaving the strongest alive while the others died underneath them. If the teen had not gotten the whole forest memorized, the two would have gotten lost, but those foraging afternoons came handy again. They arrived at the cove, it had not changed a bit since they last left it, the remains of the fire pit still scorched the ground. The boy approached the water, Remembering what happened the day he awoke, he looked at his reflection on the calm surface of the lake. His Face was his first appearance that He can remember, his short brown hair flipped up at the front, his soft blue eyes resembling the waves in a river, a hardly noticeable two inch scar that ran above his left eyebrow. He became aware of him self again, he had been staring at his reflection for a few minutes, his eyes shifted to his side, Bolt was beside him just watching, The dragon reared up on his two legs and started hopping. Every time Bolt wanted to go for a walk, he did that routine to get the teen's attention. “Okay Bolt, shall we take our usual rout?” Bolt responded in an exaggerated nod. They followed their regular path, it was a loop around the cove, then they would walk to the highest point in the forest and then walk all the way back to the cove. They got to the high point, and were looking over the tree canopy towards the sea stacks, the other teens where patrolling or training, the two watched the others as they weaved in and out of the Sea stacks. Hiccup and Astrid were in the front, the twins were flying upside down in third, Snotlout was flailing around while hanging off his dragon, and Fishlegs was in last. The two stayed at the vantage point for a good hour, the other teens were long gone and the sun was peacefully setting over the sea. They departed for the great hall to grab dinner. The two arrived at the hall just after sunset, everyone was flocking through the entrance to grab their dinner. The teen brought bolt up the steps to the doors, Bolt happily hopping along beside him. They reached the doors, Bolt tried to nudge the doors wider so he could fit through, “Bolt, your going to have to stay outside with the other dragons” The teen looked at Bolt sternly, He was not sure if the message got through to the dragon. Bolt did not look impressed though, he had not seen his friend a lot during the previous weeks, and he wanted to spend all his time with the boy. Bolt slinked off to the side, he made a groaning sound as he joined the other dragons who were outside as well. The teen could not take his eyes off of the dragon, He hoped that he would get along well with the other dragons. Bolt cocked his head at the teen and their eyes met, The boy caught his tone as he turned away. He had grabbed his food, and headed over to the group of teens, He placed his plate onto the table. “Hey guys, how was your day training? He said as he sat down between Snotlout and Ruffnut. Everyone looked exhausted, “I take that as an awesome” He sarcastically chuckled. “Ugh it was terrible, Astrid created the exercise today, we had to chase each other through the sea stacks and try to knock each other off their dragon. My whole body hurts because my pig-headed dragon threw me off!” Snotlout groaned. Astrid stared at Snotlout, her stare pierced his ego and frightened him a bit. Hiccup was quick to change the topic “So Nightmare, why did you pick the name Bolt for your skrill?” “Well we were back at the cove and...” The teen faded off into silence, the others were looking at him intently, they were expecting an answer, but his mind was focused on something else. “Is everything Okay Nightmare?” Hiccup asked worried, it took the boy some time to work his courage up. “Its just... I lost everything that I owned apart from the cloths on my back, even my name, Hiccup, I don't have a name” there was an emanating pain in the back of his throat and his voice quivered as he spoke. Snotlout jumped to the point “Yea you do, its Nightmare” “No, actually, Nightmare is a nickname.” He responded in a bitter voice. Astrid jumped in “I have an idea!, How about we name you, like we did with our dragons!” she said enthusiastically, “I like Nightmare, just stick to it, it suits you” Snotlout blatantly added. The twins whispered to each other, “Me and Ruffnut have decided, You're going to be called Destruction” Tuffnut blurted out. “I think you should be called Thorin” Fishlegs added, he looked happy with the idea he came up with, “Do you get it? The God of thunder, your dragon is a skrill, tell me you get it” he smugly continued. “Actually, I like that name... Thorin” A huge weight had just been lifted off the teen's chest, his mind finally was at peace, “Thank Thor”. |
| Lageos | 09 May 2014, 19:45 Post #4 |
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Haha, Thank you! If you have any suggestions for me to improve my writing style, please leave a comment, and I can see what I can do about it. |
| draco | 10 May 2014, 04:14 Post #5 |
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mystery dragon, pic drawn by night fury fire. Thank you :)
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I like how your writing your storys. I noticed you try and include everyone in it. I don't see anything you need to change. Can't wait to read more. |
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Dragons, need I say more. Hiccup, chief of berc, dragon master. Toothless, alpha dragon. You and me bud we can do this, as one. It's just a zipple misunderstanding I like a pit, but I love a boar pit. i am hurt,I am very much hurt. | |
| Lageos | 21 May 2014, 11:35 Post #6 |
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The days started to become shorter with each passing minute, everyone in berk started to prepare for the freeze, “Devastating winter” they called it. Thorin and bolt helped mulch and bucket with fishing, gathering a large amount of fish to feed the dragons as well as the village, each trip filled the store house even more, and it seemed to becoming a problem of space rather than the risk of starvation. The four of them would go out on the longboat, Bolt would strike the surface of the water with a powerful lightning blast. The fish would float up dead, and the two men would collect the fish in the nets. With each lightning blast that Bolt fired, Bucket cringed on the opposite side of the boat. They had filled ten nets full of fish by the time they headed back to shore. The two men heaved as they they hooked the filled nets onto Bolt's sharp spines, Bolts legs tensed as more and more weight was added. In total bolt had half of all the nets upon his back, Bolt and Thorin walked the long trek up the wooden walkway to the storehouse. The wooden planks creaked and groaned with each lumbering step that Bolt took. They reached the storehouse in no time, and unloaded the nets into barrels filled with concentrated brine water. Thorin sighed and turned to look at Bolt hoping he would be up for another trip to the docks to pick up the last batch of nets, but what he saw was an exhausted dragon that was strewn across the cobblestone path. Thorin felt terrible that he worked him so hard, he was able to get the exhausted dragon onto his feet and back to the cabin, Bolt got through the door and collapsed onto the floor. it took all of the room in the cabin for him to be comfortable, but it was the least Thorin could do for his exhausted friend. “Exhausted Dragon, Huh?” a voice broke through the sound of the dragon's panting, Thorin turned around to see who it was. Hiccup was standing in the doorway, His eyes focused on his face, Hiccup could tell that Thorin was upset, his facial expression softened. “He needs some rest” his eyes shifted to Bolt who was lying on his belly. “Yeah, I know” Thorin sighed “I just feel so guilty... this is all my fault” he continued, “No one could have seen it coming, Dragons have a Nasty habit of hiding their exhaustion as well as their pain.” Hiccup reassured the teen “How about tomorrow, when bolt is rested, you and Bolt could come flying with us, he'll love it” he continued, “I don't know---” Thorin replied, looking uneasy “It will be Fine” Thorin had spent the night at Hiccup's house, Stoick let him stay there overnight while bolt slept in the cabin. He got up early to feed Bolt before their first flight together. Thorin had a light meal before he arrived at the cabin in fear that he may loose it later on. Bolt was fully rested, he quickly scarfed down the fish that the teen brought him, he looked up at Thorin, his gaze ran up and down the teen's body as he purred happily. Thorin walked outside, it was a nice sunny morning, there where only a few clouds in the sky, they were hovering just above the sunrise, there was a slight breeze that washed over the island. Bolt squeezed himself through the open door to get out and made a huffing sound as he jumped into the air, he flew in exquisite circles over head as Thorin walked down the path to the Arena. They arrived at the arena an hour later, the red glow of morning gave way, and day took hold. The two entered through the portcullis into the arena, the other teens had just started to gather there, Fishlegs, Ruff, Tuff, and Hiccup where all waiting within. A screeched echoed through the entrance, A figure flew perfectly through the gate, it was Astrid and her Nadder. they were waiting for one last person, Snotlout. “Ugh where is he? Fishlegs said annoyed. Thorin paced around back and forth, he was nervous, but excited, his mind was racing. The group heard a piercing scream, Snotlout ran through the gate, with panic in his eyes, his clothes smouldering, he hurtled some crates and dunked himself in a trough of water to extinguish the flame. His dragon smugly walked through the gate and into the arena, he was proud of what he did, everyone could tell by his face. “Pig-headed Dragon” Snotlout muttered to himself, the dragon glanced at Snotlout and opened his mouth, Snotlout flinched in fear, but realized that he was just humiliated by his dragon. “Alright guys, You go on a head, I will stay back with Thorin, he will need my help getting started.” Hiccup motioned towards the gate, “Oh yeah, Astrid is in charge” he continued, the other teens groaned as they exited the arena. Hiccup turned to Thorin “First thing about about dragons is that you need to let them trust you. Now, you have passed that step already, so lets get onto the good stuff” Hiccup shuffled through a nearby crate, He pulled out a saddle and handed it to to the teen. It was an old thing, it had plenty of marks on it. Thorin walked over to bolt and slung the saddle onto Bolt's shoulders, and ran the straps under his belly and around his neck, He wanted to make sure it was properly on bolt, so he pulled the straps taut. The teen watched Bolt as he shrugged his shoulders to get the saddle settled. Sighing, Thorin walked up to the side of the skrill, and mounted the dragon. Bolt's wings began to beat in a rhythm so closely tied to the beating of his heart. The Skrill's breathing sped up as he lifted off the ground. Thorin's heart dropped into his stomach as he saw the height that the duo had already achieved, he felt sick to his stomach, like he was near death, his mind did not trust Bolt, yet his heart did. Hiccup was riding toothless beside the two, he noticed Thorin's facial expression, Hiccup knew how Thorin felt, they were now flying higher than the clouds, the white mist left a cold film of water on their faces as they passed through the layer. “Do you trust your dragon?” Hiccup asked, his words almost being blown away by the howling wind, “I don't know!” Thorin's face hardened, “I know how you feel, but you need to trust your dragon completely. You need to take a leap of faith” he motioned down towards the ground. Thorin knew that he had to overcome his fear, His fingers loosened, and his brain screamed at him to hold on. He tipped off Bolt's saddle and started plummeting towards berk. His mind went silent as he fell with his back towards the ground, He looked up, he kept getting further and further from Hiccup and Toothless, Thorin watched as Bolt wrapped his wings around his body in a mind boggling dive. In no time Bolt had caught up with the teen mid fall, he peeked through a crack in his folded wings, the dragon had worry in his eyes. Thorin had taken a leap of faith and Trusted in his dragon, and that trust had paid off. Thorin used his arms and legs to flip himself and guide him to the saddle, he grabbed on with all his might and held on as bolt pulled out of the dive. Hiccup and Toothless did a spectacular dive to rejoin with Thorin and Bolt, He guided the two to the other teens. The four eventually found their way to the others, the group were flying laps around the island to work on their rider-dragon bond. The exercise helps both rider and dragon think like each other and to successfully work together. They joined them mid flight, the group were just about to enter the next section, it was a tough section of sea stacks on the north-east side of the island. The wind bit into Thorin's face, and stung every bit of exposed flesh. Him and bolt where able to keep pace with Hiccup and Toothless, The two weaved in and out of cracks and threaded holes in the stone faces. Bolt was in bliss, he was able to do his favourite activity with his best friend. The two pulled a hairpin turn around a sea stack, Thorin's body felt twice as heavy as it normally did, and he was forced into the saddle. His stomach being pushed into his feet, while his arms struggled to stay up. Bolt levelled out, and continued to dodge wrecked ships, and more sea-stacks. The other teens pulled a sharp upright turn and landed on top of a sea-stack, Thorin and bolt followed. The dragon's panted as the rider's rested, their large chest's rising and falling slowly, They were waiting for one last rider, Fishlegs. They could hear the rumbling that Meatlug made as she beat her tiny wings, the dragon and her rider rose up from below the sea-stacks to join the rest on the edge of the cliff. “Alright, it is time to do the next exercise” Astrid shouted over the wind “Find the Targets and take them out” The targets were scattered through out the sea-stacks, some where in boats, some on the tops, and some hidden in nooks. “Alright Snotlout your on first, you have thirty seconds to take as many as you can” she continued, looking at the Teen and his Nightmare. Snotlout and Hookfang took off, the dragons wing's beat slowly in the strong wind, Snotlout tugged on Hookfang's horns, the dragon let out a stream of flames that coated a target. The two of them raced around the sea-stacks taking out each target out one by one. The thirty seconds where up and they returned to the platform. “Alright Snotlout you hit 5 targets, and missed three shots” Astrid said as she watched the targets burn in the distance. She looked back up at the group “Alright lets see how you preform Thorin” Thorin looked confusingly at the girl, had she just chosen him to go even though he had just started training? Thorin paused for a moment, he shifted his eyes around the area, making mental notes where targets were, before long he looked up and mounted Bolt, The dragon's massive mussels flexed as the teen got on, Bolt walked up the the cliff face and took off. They flew to the nearest target, It was in a shape of a viking who had a shaggy beard hastily drawn on. Thorin's mind drifted to remember what Hiccup told him, about shooting, Thorin positioned the dragon's head in line with the target and gave the skrill a slight kick in the side. Thorin felt his hair stand on end, as sparks rippled through this spines and leapt towards him, They dug their way into his body with a tremendous amount of pain, Thorin's mind wanted him to scream, but his body did not respond, his hands released the saddle's handles, and he started to plummet. Everything was in slow motion, as he continued moving forward. Thorin smashed into a sea stack, the impact was great enough to gash his arm, The teen wanted to protect him self but his body was still frozen. He could see everything, the sweat off his forehead and the blood from the gash suspended in mid air, each liquid formed tiny droplets. He kept falling, The blood and sweat trailing away from his wounded body, He struck the water. The shock of the cold brine water added to the pain emanated throughout his body. He sunk into the darkness, the water stung his gash and started leaching all his heat away. His body was broken, his mind was panicked, he tried to hold his breath for as long as he could. His body could not handle it any more, He felt the seal on his mouth break, and the heat-leaching water washing into his body, He felt cold, and his vision was fading to black, but a surreal calm entered him, He had accepted death. The Cold water consumed him as He sunk. |
| Lageos | 23 May 2014, 09:02 Post #7 |
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Hiccup watched in horror as Thorin's body flew lifelessly through the air, he struck the water and disappeared in its deep blue grasp. Bolt let out a panicked screech, and attempted to save Thorin, he dived into the cold water, but surfaced with nothing. He was shocked, he sat there watching his friend sink with his mouth wide open, Hiccup knew what he had to do. The teen quickly mounted toothless and he dived off the cliff into the deep water, the water immediately stung as it cam into contact with his body. Toothless propelled himself though the water with his massive wings, each stroke propelling them faster and faster. Toothless burst through the surface of the water and inhaled deeply, Hiccup clung to the Nightfury with all his might and inhaled, ready to be emerged back into the freezing water. The other teens were in the water as well. Snotlout and Hookfang suddenly surged out of the swirling waves, In Hookfang's talons lay Thorin, his arm draped down, limp as a rope. Everyone followed Snotlout as he brought Thorin to the top of the sea stack, Hookfang's claws loosened and carefully laid him down on the ground. The group surrounded his limp body, Thorin had a gash on his right arm and water was trickling out of his mouth and nose. Astrid rushed over to Thorin and put her ear to his chest, “He is not breathing” Panic arose in her voice. Bolt softly groaned, he had a sad guilt in his eyes, he knew what he had done and it killed the skrill inside, but he could do nothing about it apart from nudge Thorin's body with his snout. Astrid looked up at the rest of the teens her eyes said it all, Astrid placed her hands onto Thorin's chest and started to put all her weight into forcing his chest up and down, it failed. Astrid tried again but was unsuccessful, everybody was troubled, Astrid was kneeling beside Thorin's lifeless corpse, her face hardened as she tried to force her emotions down, Hiccup reached out and placed his hand upon her shoulders, but at the touch of his hand, she got up and walked to the cliff. She sat down and let her legs hang over its edge, They all hung their heads in despair as Bolt tried to wake Thorin, but he was only met with silence. Bolt whimpered as he sat close to his dead friend, their dead friend. Bolt laid his head across Thorin's chest and let off a grumble, Bolt raised his head only to lick his best friend one last time, he ran his tongue across Thorin's chest, sparks rippled down his tongue and into the body of his fallen companion. Thorin's body surged, his mussels contracted in a ghostly manner, and then returned to normal. It caught everybody off guard, everyone's eyes were on their friend's cold pale body. His chest rose and fell and his eyes flickered open, Thorin was back, He pealed over and coughed up red water and collapsed again. The teens rushed over to him, he was shivering up a storm and coughing furiously. It had been a few days since the accident, everything was back to normal, Mulch was taking care of Thorin, who had gained his strength back each passing hour, and the other teens where training at the sea stacks again. Hiccup was in the blacksmith working on Toothless's tail. Some salt water had seeped into one of the rotation sockets and rusted the whole part from the inside out. Toothless was watching his friend put all his weight into the bellows, with each pump the fire ferociously roared, the hot embers cracked and popped throwing sparks everywhere. The heat pelted The teen's face as he approached the blaring forge, he put the damaged rod deep into the fire's embers, the rod gently started to glow red, Hiccup removed the deformed rod and swung his smithing hammer into the red iron, the red glow slowly receded as he formed the metal's end into a ball. Hiccup saw a figure approach from the side, a tall figure, he quenched the iron in a bucket of water and turned to meet the person. It was Thorin, he was dressed in his usual garments, two leather bands that extended from his wrist to his mid forearm, a fur coat, his brown pants, and boots. All of Thorin's colour had returned to his face and the only evidence of the accident was a scabbed over gash on his right arm. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” Hiccup glanced at Thorin, “What ever happened to Nice to see you?” he chuckled quietly, “Anyways, I am fine, but I did not come here to get away from Mulch, I came here to talk to you” he continued. “Oh, about what?” Hiccup looked at the part that he just finished “I want to fly with bolt... with you guys” he focused his eyes on toothless, and then back at Hiccup. “You know you can't, its way too dangerous to ride Bolt” he continued to work on the rusted socket, molding the metal back into shape. “Yes, I understand, But I have been thinking, back in the cove before we met, I noticed something, Bolt's sparks where drawn to your old knife, and when I moved it, they followed, Hiccup they are attracted to the metal” Thorin removed a scroll that was strapped onto his back, and approached a wooden pillar, he held the paper to its surface, removed an old dagger from its sheath and pinned it to the pole. On the paper was a design plan, it was an armour set, a full solid iron helmet with no horns, and a full scale mail body armour. “Look Thorin, this will never work, I know you want to-” “Please Hiccup, just do me this favour, I will owe you” his voice was stiff, as he looked off into the distance and awaited an answer, “Alright” Toothless lumbered over Hiccup while he slammed the hammer into the glowing iron, The teen drew the metal into a flat sheet, the metal slowly cooled as the hammer impacted the metal. Toothless let of a slow burning flame onto the metal sheet, the metal softened as the flames licked its surface, “Alright toothless, that's enough” The dragon let off a subtle purr as the flame receded back into his mouth. Hiccup's hammer bent the metal sheet over the horn of the anvil, the shape started to show. The helmet slowly took shape, He quickly punched out the eye sockets and the mouth guard pivot hole with his hammer before it cooled. Hiccup picked up the hot metal with the smithing tongs and quenched the piece of metal in the bucket, it sizzled violently as the water came into contact with it. Thorin was sitting in the corner starring into the fire of the forge, Hiccup had already completed the rest of the armour, and the helmet was the last piece. Thorin broke free from the captive effects of the fire as Hiccup approached him, Thorin was a good Six foot two tall, he had in his hands the rest of the armour, the plates and scales softly rattled against each other. The last part of the helmet was the retractable leather mouth guard, Hiccup scored the leather with his dagger and tore the pieces apart, the leather fit perfectly into the helmet and was then faceted with a small iron peg. He turned to Thorin and outstretched the helmet towards him, Thorin had already gotten suited up while Hiccup completed the helmet, the armour fit perfectly on the teen. Thorin took the helmet from Hiccup's hands and slowly put it over his head. |
| draco | 24 May 2014, 06:24 Post #8 |
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mystery dragon, pic drawn by night fury fire. Thank you :)
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Great chapter, can't wait to read the next. |
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Dragons, need I say more. Hiccup, chief of berc, dragon master. Toothless, alpha dragon. You and me bud we can do this, as one. It's just a zipple misunderstanding I like a pit, but I love a boar pit. i am hurt,I am very much hurt. | |
| Lageos | 28 May 2014, 11:52 Post #9 |
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Gronckle
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Final part to this chapter! The wind forcefully rushed over Thorin's armour as it tried to push him off his dragon, the air thrashing and screaming as it swept over the teen. The brisk air seeping under the scales chilled him to the bones, But he did not mind, his mind was quiet, at peace, it was where he felt the most alive. The sun quietly rose over the sea, distant islands poked hazily out of mist and the sea, like they where trying to keep their heads out of the cold water. The sun light streamed through the air and coloured the clouds with stunning shades of pink and orange, each wave in the sea that the light touched caused the cold water to light up in warm sparkles, stretching across it's the entire surface. The light found its way through Thorin's helmet, it stung his eyes, the brightness overpowered his view, he hastily blinked, so that his eyes could adjust to it's blinding effects. Bolt softly hummed as he brought the two down into a patch of sea-stacks, his powerful mussels adjusted to steer around one of the large pillars, the waves reaching up to the sky as they hit the base of the rock. Wooden targets were scattered throughout the stacks, the other teens had forgotten about them when Thorin nearly died. The teen softly tugged on Bolts neck to position the dragon's head towards one of the the targets, he nudged the dragon's side with his feet. Sparks and lightning arched between Bolt's spines, they jumped towards Thorin and struck his armour, the sparks jumped from scale to scale, the surface of his armour was illuminated by the hundreds of tiny sparks that rippled down the iron armour. Bolt let off a spectacular blast of lightning, it sailed through the air with precise accuracy and struck the target, the wooden target exploded in brilliant flaming fragments as well as small streaks of lightning, pieces of the target rained down into the sloshing sea as Bolt pulled a sharp upright turn and pulled out of the sea stacks. Thorin pulled back on the saddle and brought Bolt into a gut-wrenching loop followed by a downward spiral, the skrill let off a quick purr of enjoyment as they felt their guts move. Bolt was enjoying the time they spent together, he would wake Thorin up every morning to go on a walk, and every time there was a lightning storm he would beg the teen to go out flying with him, with each lightning strike he would wrap his wings around Thorin and dive towards the ground only to pull up at the last second. The two continued to work together to pull off amazing stunts, each time they did, they would get a little better. A roar behind The two broke through the sound of the wind, Thorin and bolt turned to meet the sound. Hiccup was riding his dragon, Toothless, and was making short work of the gap between the two riders, he quickly caught up with Thorin and Bolt. “You know if you bring your body closer to the saddle you will gain some extra speed” the words almost being blown out of his mouth, Thorin hastily lifted the leather mouth guard on his helmet to speak “Yea, Thanks”. Both dragons were yapping at each other, the low rumbling of their voices rattled in his helmet “I think they like each other” Hiccup said as he noticed what was distracting Thorin, “Yea, I wish I knew what they were talking about” Thorin said with a short chuckle, “That would be cool” Hiccup returned “If you want I can help you train with bolt, you know, show you the complex yet cooler things” he looked at Thorin and awaited an answer. Thorin thought about it for a second, each option of how he could get out the offer flew through his head, but each excuse would sound rude, He slowly turned and met Hiccup with a quick nod. The Two dragons met their riders mid way through a dive, they slowly spun around the teens in a helix pattern, bolt peeked through his folded wings like he did the first time, much had changed since the first time, Thorin was no longer scared of flying, he actually preferred it over walking. The two plummeting teens passed through the cloud layer and the time had come, Thorin reached his hand out and snagged the saddle, and so did Hiccup, Thorin pulled Himself into the saddle with a great force as bolt pulled out of the dive, toothless and Hiccup had kept pace and were fling beside them. They had been training for a rather long time, the sun was high in the sky and was about to reach mid-point. “Hiccup! Look at the time!” Thorin yelled over the wind, Hiccup's head swivelled upwards and was greeted with the light of the sun, he quickly nodded and forced himself and the dragon into an angled dive towards the town. Bolt dove into a vertical dive, and flattened out with a great speed, he weaved through trees and hills and was greeted by the old familiar wooden bridge. Hiccup was already in the great hall for lunch by the time Thorin and Bolt got to the doors, The teen quickly dismounted and sent the skrill on his way to the other dragons, Thorin slid through the massive doors to the hall its stuffy warm air smelled of fish soup and cabbage. The day was coming to a close, Thorin and Hiccup where chatting after a long day of training, their dragons were making strange sounds at each other, as if gossiping amongst themselves. The sun hung low as it reached for the horizon, The riders flew through the sea stacks to the ledge where Thorin and bolt use to walk to, the orange sun hung peacefully over the sea stacks as darkness took it's turn. “And then I told Snotlout to put his tongue in the bowl of spit!” Hiccup exclaimed as they both chuckled. A faint roar in the distance brought their conversation to a peaceful close, a dragon in the distance flew out of the treeline at a breakneck pace, the figure was faint, but Thorin could tell it was Astrid and her Nadder, he glanced over at Hiccup, he could tell by the way Hiccup's eyes where glued to the silhouette that he also knew who it was. Hiccup let out a faint sigh, “You like her don't you” Thorin prodded, “Yea but it's complicated.” “I have time” Thorin jokingly laughed. “Where to start...” Hiccup thought to himself for a minute “My tribe has social standards, and there are a lot of things that come in my way. Fist off, I am quite shy about it, secondly there is a whole thing about age, we have to be older for a relationship to work, and my family name is of a 'Higher' class than hers” Hiccup's eyed diverted and looked off into the sunset. Hiccup was silent for minutes, something was being thrown around his mind, “What's the matter Hiccup?” Thorin looked up, Hiccup pondered the question for a minute, “I am just... just worried, about the village, in the last couple of months a lot of our fighters and warriors have retired, because of the lack of conflict, and now... now we are exposed, and with Alvin building an army, it is now when we are weakest, when an attack would be devastating” “I would fight for berk” Hiccup looked up at Thorin startled “You have used a sword or an axe before?” he said sarcastically, “No but I could get one of the warriors to train me” “They wont accept a teenager as their student, we are too young” Thorin pondered on it for a moment “What about Astrid? She is experienced in combat” “That's suicide you know that?” Hiccup said jokingly “But you can give it a try”. “Ugh where is she? Did she not say to meet here after lunch?” Thorin looked towards the confused Skrill, who was playing with a rock on the ground and clearly did not understand a word that he said, but gave off a purr of agreement anyways. They were in a patch of trees by two large boulders, the trees around them were scarred, the wounds had healed but left bulbous lesions riddling their bark. A heavy wind rattled the leaves followed by a loud thud that shook the surroundings. Thorin's head swivelled to meet Astrid, she had in her hands two axes and a broad sword. She laid down the sword and an axe, while keeping her own axe by her side. The two dragons greeted each other with strange sounds, and quickly leapt up into the chilly air, leaving Thorin and Astrid to train. “Hey, uh, thanks for doing this” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly “Yea, no problem” she looked up at him from inspecting her axe and motioned towards the weapons laying on the mossy ground, Thorin eyed the the two choices quickly, and reached down to pick up the battle-axe in one hand and the sword in the other. The axe was a hefty piece of hardware, He laid the sword down on the ground and swung the axe violently into the air, its blade quickly came down, but was slow to strike again. The weapon did not feel right, Thorin dropped the axe and picked up the sword, he held the blade in one hand and the handle in the other, he eyed the blade of the sword hastily, the blade shimmered in the mid-day sun, the teen brought the blade in to a swing, it's iron flowed through the air with ease, it felt natural to him, as if the blade was just a extension of his body. Thorin's eyes looked up at the girl standing to his side“I think I will go with the sword” Astrid eyed him warily “You're going with a sword? If I were you I would have gone for the axe, but oh well” she turned and faced a tree opposite of the boy, “Oh, and by the way, two things, One, you have to listen to me and obey every thing I say, and secondly, You will never be better than me” and with that she whipped her axe thirty feet into the tree. “You're doing well” Astrid said as she watched Thorin intently, he swung his sword into the brisk evening air “Now that you know the basic strikes, how about you attack that tree over there, also make sure you use all the strikes I taught you”. Thorin's eyes shifted and focused onto the tree that she motioned to, its bark riddled with marks and deep gouges, His eyes narrowed and he tuned everything else out, The teen quickly broke into a harrowing sprint and leapt full force at the tree. His sword swung over his head, and cut into the tree's stiff flesh, the blade deflected out of the tree as it completed its full swing. The sword rung as he stuck the landing with a roll to the side. His head turned to face the tree, Astrid was in the background watching him, the trees all of a sudden seemed to transform into human-like figures, each figure was battle clad and unique to one another, but these figures were different than anything he had ever seen before, they had bark for skin and seemed to bear their green leafy smile in a scowl. The background started to fade away into a red mist, the tree figures started to surround him from all sides, he brought his sword into defensive position crossing his chest with the blade. The circle seemed to become tighter as subtle voices agitated his ears in a tongue he did not understand. Thorin's mind went Numb as he brought his sword up to strike the foes, The sword cleaved the head off one opponents, it fell to the ground with a thunderous thud, another strike delivered in a upwards swing sent the arm of another opponent flying overhead. Another target loomed overhead bearing a sword as dull as burnt earth in a pose ready to strike, the sword almost having a mind of its own parried, the blade sending a chunk cleaved from the rest of the sword, to the ground. The ring of foes had been defeated, but a snap of a twig pivoted his body around, Thorin's blade swung around and caressed the neck of the foe, a frightened face, not like the others, met with his in a deadlock stare. The foe did not have bark for skin, and was not battle clad ether, the voices in his head started to make sense, they were whispering sadistic ideas into his mind, “Kill her” “Take one last slice” “Finish it!”, The red started to fade from sight and the body parts that littered the ground morphed back into sticks and smashed wood, his eyes met to a familiar face, that of a girl, It took Thorin's numb mind a second to click the pieces back into position, It was Astrid. She was too frightened to move, and so was he. Thorin somehow still bore his face in an aggressive manner, his expressions softened as his mind was cleared of the voices. Thorin's mind screamed when he saw where he had his sword tip, he awkwardly pulled the tip of the sword slowly away from Astrid's neck, She gasped for air as he sheathed the sword, the blade sung as it slid in. |
| Lageos | 17 Jun 2014, 15:46 Post #10 |
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Gronckle
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A quick thank-you as well as a recognition to cometotheberkside for helping me proof read this chapter as well as bettering my writing style, so again, Thanks. |
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