The Monstrous Nightmare

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So we saw a little bit of drama already in our first chapter so buckle up because it's only going to get worse.....even though I'm sure you pretty much know what's going to happen next. Hiccup fights the Monstrous Nightmare, almost dies, no one else helps so Toothless has to save him, and I wish you'd stop talking so I can get on with it. Oops...sorry. 

So without further ado, or with it I really don't care...as our dears friends say, "Let the drama unfold!"

And so......it began.


Hiccup's POV:

I was awakened this morning by the great horn in the middle of the village; and now, I find myself at my desk, writing my very last journal entry.

Journal Entry:

I know I shall die today, because I cannot leave the fate given me by the gods; not out of fear, but because there is no escape, and because I cannot bring myself to kill the innocent beast. I struggle inside myself to say goodbye to my father; for it is today that he finds out what I really am, a cheat, a fake, a fraud, a traitor.....a dead man. The future may laugh at this, but my blatant humor on the events of reality brings me no joy today. I have slowly come to realize that this is my destiny. I was to save a dragon and be ended by one. It sounds confusing when I put it down on paper, but I have come to terms with it anyway. Today, I will not see my loyal Toothless, who has only been with me for a months but makes it seem so much longer. I will miss him greatly. He showed me mercy when I was in his clutches that first day when I had had every intention of ending his life. He is an intelligent creature who most definitely has a heart, has a soul; for he has taken mine. My soul no longer belongs to the people of Berk. It is bound to the majestic beasts that strike fear into the hearts of men because it is the only way they will survive. It is not their fault we hate them so....we ourselves have caused this broken bond. We have driven away the gentle spirit of the dragons. With our hatred and our bloodshed had this consequence come about. I arise today, proud to stand for the dragons, proud to lift up their banner and curse my own....the banner of my people. It is today, that my world and theirs would be changed forever. By the sacrifice of one.....may many live on.

I close my journal, my last entry finished. Maybe someday my father will find this journal and read my final words. They may not do a thing, but maybe they will prick something in the iron heart and bullheaded brain he has. Speaking of father, he is coming for me. It is time. I have decided to make a final stand before I fall. I will try to make them see what has been hidden from them because of their blind eyes. I do not expect them to change, but I will show them nonetheless. It will bring dishonor to my father, but I will be out of his hair and he will not have to deal with my traitorous ways. Father calls me.....I am ready to face my fiery grave, hopeful that it will accomplish more than I could in my lifetime. Farewell my pitiful and useless life...I shall miss your small meaning. I am leaving you now, and I cannot return.


Astrid's POV:

I could not sleep last night for thinking of Hiccup. How I took away his only chance for survival. I gathered my feelings and sorted them, for they are quite the scrambled mess at this moment in time. Hiccup had made them become that way. Do I truly have feelings for this brave boy? For he truly is brave, going to face a beast he knows he cannot kill. The great horn has sounded and I know we are to gather at the arena for this somehow 'special day'. I say there is nothing special about it. One of our own is about to be slaughtered underneath the talons of a demonic beast, a summoner of death. I am certain that the dragons own the gateway to hell, for this is where they are said to come from; but something about today makes me think that something drastic was going to happen. Something that would change the course of history from this point forward. I have the feeling that this day would not be forgotten...by anyone. Mostly importantly....by me, for I am the cause, I was the curse.

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