I wasn't eating. I wasn't hungry for the usual meat and bread. Is that all Vikings eat? I just sat there, playing with my food essentially.
"Hiccup are you feeling okay? You're not eating." Astrid said.
"I'm not hungry." I replied.
"If you don't eat you wont heal." Heather said.
"Heather's right Hiccup, you got to eat." Fishlegs said.
"I'm going for a walk." I said.
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I was hungry for something, but what? As I walked around in the woods I began to smell and hear things. I heard bees buzzing and ants underground.
"Why does everything feel like it's amplified?" I asked myself.
I heard a river that was close by. I smelled something tasty. I followed my nose to the river. I heard something swimming in the river. I looked at the river and saw fish. Fresh, alive, and delicious fish. I reached into the water and grabbed a fish. It tried to break free but I had a strong grip around the fish. I bit down in it's juicy flesh. I ripped of the head. I took a few bites before I realized what the heck was I eating. I threw it away startled.
Yeesh. Though to be fair, it was a bit better than the time I ate a fish that had already been predigested through Toothless' stomach. This remined be of when Tuffnut thought he was turning into a Lycanwing when he ate raw fish from the wagon. I just took a bite of a live fish. Was I turning into a Lycanwing? That's impossible.
The sun was burning my skin a little so I ducked into the shade. I was having heat sensitively and I was really thirsty. I drank a few large sips from the river.
"Oh no." I said.
This was three symptoms of a Lycanwing. Was I really turning into one?
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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.
