"Well, Gothi says she can heal the spear wound easily but she needs to do a little more research on the Lycanwing bite-mark." Gobber said.
"Okay, thanks Gothi." I said.
Gothi pulled out the spear in my flesh fast. I winced in pain. She then put a cream on my wound. Then finally she bandaged it.
"What do we do now?" Fishlegs asked.
"Get something to eat?" Tuffnut suggested.
"Dig a boar pit?" Ruffnut said.
"I mean about the curse." Fishlegs corrected.
"Gothi says she doesn't kill it." Gobber read.
Gothi hit him with her staff.
"Ow! Know yet. She doesn't know yet." Gobber said.
"Until we know a way to cure my curse, everyone should stay away from me." I said standing up.
"But--" Astrid started.
"Astrid, you saw what I did to Berk. Houses burned, boars, sheep and yacks dead, and scratches everywhere in the great hall. This is better for me and for you." I said walking away.
Toothless didn't care about the danger I posed because he followed me. That's true friendship.
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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.
