I have 2 or 3 memories about the Northern market where we almost got killed. The Northern markets are a place of traders, but dragon-hunters lurk in every corner and shadow. This market was a dangerous place, but Trader Johan seems to enjoy the place.
"This place looks like a wasteland." Astrid said.
She was right. There was only one or three merchants and traders. This place was like a ghost town.
"What happened? This place use to be so much more crowded." Fishlegs said.
"Reminds me of our Uncle Harold's funeral. Not one soul attended." Tuffnut said.
"Which actually was a good thing because we had all the food for weeks." Ruffnut said.
I saw Trader Johan waiting for us. He waved as if to signal us.
"Master Hiccup, I am so glad to see you. This is a trying time." Trader Johan said.
"Johan, what's going on?" I asked.
"I wish I knew Master Hiccup. There is great darkness here. Merchants and traders like myself go into the market, and they don't come out. There have been no further mention of the traders and merchants. This is indeed a mystery, and a hard one to solve." Trader Johan said.
"Hm, well we can begin to look around. Everyone spread out. Snotlout and the twins, go east. Me and Fishlegs will go north." I said.
"Me and Heather will go west." Astrid said.
Heather nodded.
"Everyone split up." I said.
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Curse of the Lycanwing
FantasyI thought they were only a myth, but I was wrong. I became cursed. I needed a cure.
