Dragon Paradise

Chapter 6

*****Toothless' POV****

I was devastated, no, devastated isn't the right word. In fact, there isn't a strong enough word that exists that is able to explain how I felt at that moment.

My life was over…. I would never be able to fly again. Every dragon (and human) knows that if you couldn't fly, you might as well be dead. Since you would be soon enough, eventually the humans would find and kill you. In fact, don’t the humans have a saying? I think the saying is “A downed dragon is a dead dragon.”

What should I do? What can I do? I might as well give up now and accept my fate. All of these thoughts were swirling around in my head. I became a big wad of self-loathing.

Anyways, A few days after the whole tail-fin drama had set in,I was trying and failing to escape the cove and be free once again. But, then after a few failed attempts I heard a sound of something landing in the grass. I looked over and saw a small, dark stick on the ground, and on an outcropping of rock, not far above it, sat the girl. As she realised that I had seen her, she froze and stared at the dark stick like if she looked at it hard enough it would float up to her. Does she have powers? Is that possible?

After a few seconds, with it not floating up to her like she wanted, i think. Since it appeared she didn’t have super powers, I decided to be a nice dragon and give it to her, because I was guessing that we would have been there all day. Well, either way I would, but I would either be alone, or with a human girl that was staring at a stick on the ground. I decided on the first one.

So slowly, not wanting to scare her, I walked towards the stick on the ground. I’m guessing she saw me coming closer because at some point she suddenly jumped back further onto the rock. I ended up below her and sniffed the stick. Why it’s not a stick at all. It’s charcoal, which I’m guessing, based on the shape and size, this human uses to draw things. Was she drawing me?

I slowly picked up the charcoal in my mouth and climbed up a little onto the rock, leaned my heads back, and using the momentum of my head movement, through the charcoal back up to her. As it rolled to her feet, she looked shocked that I had done that. I kept staring at her, not knowing what I was waiting for, until she got over her shock, stood up, and slowly nodded towards me as if saying thank you. Then she turned around and left the cove.

After she left I felt all happy and content. What is wrong with me? So I decided to sleep it off. I found a tree on the far side of the cove, jumped up and curled myself up like a bat, and fell asleep.

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*****Hicca’s POV*****

As I walked back through the forest away from the cove, sketch book with the picture of the dragon, and the wet charcoal in hand I was deep in thought. So deep in thought that I walked into a few trees. Ouch

I finally reached the tree line and saw, not far away from Berk, my dad and Gobber’s ship returning from their attempt to find the dragon’s nest, which is where all of the dragons live, we think. Their thinking is that if we get rid of the nest, we get rid of the dragons. Forever.

So, in an attempt to avoid being asked where I was for the last two days, which was looking around the forest from sunrise to sunset, which meant that by the time the other villagers got up for the day, I was already long gone into looking for the dragon in the forest.

I managed to sneak into through the village and into my house before anyone, meaning my dad or Gobber, saw me. I ran up to my room and dove into my bed, just as I heard my dad come up the path to our house. I heard him come up the stairs and walk past my room. But, just as I was about to get out of bed to change into my pajamas, I heard his footsteps come back through the house towards the direction of my room. I stilled, wondering if he actually did see me running through the village like a lunatic.

I heard him slowly creak open my bedroom door and sigh. Then after a few seconds he closed the door again and retreated back to his room. Why did he come back and check on me? He’s never done that before, at least not since before mom died. As I was thinking this, sleep slowly crept up on me and I was slowly pulled into the land of dreams.