Life Has It's Own Plans

Chapter 6: A New Day

Astrid has never slept that good in years. Once she touched that bed she just sunk in the warmth and safe feeling. For once she has not dreamed of the death of Hiccup or dragon attacks. She just fell into a sleepless dream. But everything good has to end sometime.
Her cerulean eyes flickering open. A long restful yawn escaping her mouth. Her unfocused eyes roam over the room again and land on her axe. Hiccup made that axe. She thought, getting up and grabbing it. Putting her most prised possession the straps on her back she fixed her braid, and put on her shoes. She grabbed her outfit and put it on.

After she got dressed, went to the bathroom and fixed her hair she left the room. She had no intention of waking the others. No, she wanted to find Hiccup, or Drayce. Whatever his name is now. As she passed her 'friends' room she heard soft snoring. With that she left to find him.

Judging by the sun's height it's probably around noon. How on Midgard could she sleep that long? She thought. Well I did sleep on a broken down boat for weeks. Astrid tried to reason with her mind. As Astrid was passing by the island she started to notice everything. There were about eight houses each the size of a chiefs home. The guest quarters, almost the size of the other houses. The giant building that is the Great Hall, which is probably twice the size of Berks Great Hall. Dozens of dragon nests surrounded by the island. Dragons Astrid has never seen before. Near a few of the dragon's nests, (which are Deadly Nadder, Razor Whip, and Sword Stealer nests) are the dragons feeding storage.

Awed eyes roamed the islands. Green grass and flowers littered the valley. Baby dragons playing in the field. But what shocked Astrid the most was that none of the dragons went for the kill. They would just stare at her, and protect their young with a soft occasional growl.

As Astird was walking she came across the arena. A big training ground was put further away from the dragon nest. There was no cage on top like the one at her home. There were no cages inside the arena. Just a rack of weapons. On the entrance was a gate, a lever on the right side. A shield hangs on top of the entrance, a Night Fury painted on it. Probably painted by Hiccup, Astrid thought.

Astrid's sharp eyes locked on a figure watching inside the arena. The figure was Snotlout, his eyes locked on two people in the arena. When he saw Astrid he guestered her to come over. Just like Astrid, Snotlout looked well rested.
"Snotlout, what are you doing?" Astrid said sitting next to him, her eyes focused on the two figures in the arena.

"Just look. Isn't she just beautiful?" Snotlout said dramatically. In the arena were Ingrid and Hiccup. Ingrid's fiery dull hair was put in three braids on each side of her head, and a big braid traveling down to her back. Slung over her shoulder was a quiver with dozens of arrows. A bow was on the floor a few feet away from her. Ingrid's long, beautiful, sword shined in the light, right before it went to slash at Hiccup.
Hiccup was in a rustic red long sleeve tunic and black legging. His prospective foot clanking against the stone floor. Hiccup's sharp, forest green eyes watched ever move Ingrid made. Dodging her sword just in time. In one hand he held Inferno, his sword that can light on fire. And in the other hand he held that long iron spear. Gronkel iron to be exact. The spear was long and light. The top of it was made out of a Razor Whip spike. Those spikes are so sharp they can cut through anything.

It was clear they were training. But in Astrid's eyes, it almost looked like they were dancing. Their moves were so grateful, it was like they were following a rhythm. It reminded Astrid of her and her Uncle Finn.

She loved her daily training sessions with her Uncle. He taught her most of the fighting techniques she knows today. She loved when he took her out in the woods of Raven's Point and just played with her when she was younger. She loved doing anything with her Uncle. But just like most of the people of Berk, he died in a dragon raid.