Curse of the Lycanwing

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Ragnar's words stuck to me like a leech. Was he right? Was he wrong? Do my friends hate me? Do they not? Is my dad afraid of me? His he not? Those questions were running through me head. Toothless helped a little by pouncing on me licking me constantly. 

"Hiccup. Who's the guy with the eye-patch? He looks like our uncle Lathor Thorstin." Tuffnut said. 

I don't know how to tell them that Ragnar bit me and turned me into a Lycanwing. 

"His teacher." Ragnar answered. 

"Teaching him what?" Heather asked. 

"Teaching him his new destiny." Ragnar said. 

"His destiny?" Astrid asked holding up her axe. 

She has a tendency to get a little angry at times. 

"The destiny of a Lycanwing." Ragnar said. 

"Wait. Are you saying your.?" Fishlegs started. 

"A Lycanwing? Yes." Ragnar said. 

"You're a Lycanwing?" Fishlegs asked. 

"You don't remember me? Do you? Of course you wouldn't you didn't see me, but I saw you." Ragnar said. 

"The ravine!" Fishlegs yelled. 

"The ravine? You bit Hiccup?!" Astrid said angrily. 

"Yes." Ragnar answered. 

Astrid got really mad. She charged at Ragnar. Ragnar didn't look worried. He swatted her with his scaly tail. She fell backward.

"I don't know why you're getting worked up. It's a gift to be a Lycanwing." Ragnar said. 

"It's not a gift!! He almost killed me!" Fishlegs yelled. 

"Can you blame him? I would probably try to eat you as well." Ragnar said. 

"Hiccup we found some people who can help." Astrid said. 

My eyes lit up. 

"Who?" I asked. 

"A man named Borg. He's coming here along his ship." Heather said. 

"Here he comes." Snotlout said. 

Help me? That seems impossible. Ragnar told me no one could help. 

"He can't possibly help Hiccup and me. The bite-marks will never heal." Ragnar said in doubt. 

"Let's let him decide it." Astrid said. 

Borg looked tough. He had no hair and was wearing thick armor. He had a thick beard. Almost as thick as my dad. 

"Hey who are those people?" Ruffnut asked. 

There were more ships coming. 

"Hello again Astrid." Borg said. 

"Thanks for coming. Who are the rest of the ships?" Astrid asked. 

"Just a couple of friends. They would want to take a closer look at the Lycanwings." Borg said.

"Can you help me?" I asked. 

"Oh sure we can help both of you." Borg said. 

There was a scent of suspicion in his words. His voice always shivered. 

"How?" Ragnar asked. 

"By killing you." Borg's voice turned sinister. 

Arrows shot from the ships. Borg was no healer. He was a hunter.