Hiccup the Dragon Queen- Adopted

A New Start

??? POV

The pain in my side was all that kept me going, I didn't know where Orion was taking me but he was flying fast. When my father brought me to my back in the training arena, Orion swooped in and protected me. But not before the other villagers went after him. They threw dirt into his eyes, I didn't think he could see where he was going. But as night was falling, I didn't care. I laid down on Orion's back and tried not to think of the pain in my side. I heard swishing and looked out across the slowly darkening ocean. I saw a ship, and from it arrows spewed, one hit Orion and he staggered. He flew faster than he had ever flown before and, though he was still blinded, he escaped from the ship. I didn't know how long it had been but it felt like only seconds. The adrenaline was still running through me. I saw an island in the distance and was quickly getting bigger. Before I could say anything to Orion, we crashed into the ground, just past the cliffside. I stood and swayed as the world around me spun. I fell back down. I closed my eyes for only a moment and, when I opened them, a very small, iridescent terror stood over me. It screeched out and another figure came into view. I was awestruck at what I saw. She was human but with blue scales and blonde hair and spikes coming from her head. From the terror, the pain, the blood loss, and the adrenaline coursing through me, everything went black.

"Mother, will you ever get better? Father is scary. I liked it when you trained me." I sat beside my mother in her bed. She coughed and sputtered. She had been sick for a while and got worse by the day.

"My dear, you have a wonderful gift. Your skill with a bow can match that of any adult. Your father is a little different. He can be very blunt at times but he certainly does love you. Whatever he does, it is to make you stronger." I hugged mother goodbye as the doctor came in to give mother her medicine.

"BOY WHERE ARE YOU?" Father bellowed. I shrank down and walked outside. Father was there with the leather tie that held his pants, in his hand. I knew what was to come next.

"Yes, father?" I said, meekly.

"Turn around." he growled. I turned around as he instructed and waited for the lashes. I wondered how many he would give me this time.

"I've tried to turn you into a viking who despises dragons. It's bad enough you don't eat what I put on the table. Today, you made a fool of me by failing your swordsman test. For that, you get twenty lashes and no dinner tonight." He said.

"I stood there as the first lashes hit. If I made a sound, I knew he would add more. When the tenth hit, I collapsed on my hands and knees. This was bad.

"Can't take it like a man, huh? Well then, ten more lashes ought to straighten you out."

Each lash hurt more and more. I tried not to cry out, but when the last lash hit, I blacked out. I don't know what I did after that. All I know is that I woke up, outside, in the dark. Snow was falling and my shirt, ripped to pieces from the lashing, did nothing to stop the icy wind from touching my wounds. I staggered to the doctor's house. When I knocked, I collapsed to the ground. I saw the old doctor's husband come out. He carried me inside.

"Poor child, how many today?" She asked as she dressed my wounds.

"Twenty for failing my assessment and ten more because I fell from the first of the hits."

"How could he do this to his own child, the boy is barely six years of age. Going up against sixteen-year-olds, he was set up to fail." The doctor's husband said.

"Dear, he's the chief. You won't be able to tell him that without coming away with one less limb or two." The doctor said.

"I know why he hurts me the way he does. Mother's been sick since the day I was born. He thinks I made her that way. He's always telling me 'If I had never been born, she wouldn't be sick'. He's upset with me because I can't eat dragon meat. I've never been able to stomach it. He's upset with me because I can't use a sword like I can a bow and arrow. Mother taught me to use a bow and arrow. I still remember the day he gave me this scar on my face." I said, tracing the scar. It was a large scar that went from my forehead down to my chin, over my cheek. I was only four when father put my first sword in my hands. He told me if I could do nothing else then at least I could learn to sword-fight. When I failed my first parry, he swiped his sword along my face, giving me my scar. I've reopened it several times because I scratch it when I get nervous or focused. It's the reason why it never healed right. It became staggering and deep because I kept peeling away the fresh scab. Even when it was fully healed, I still scratched at it.

Suddenly, my older brother, who was eight years my senior, burst through the door.

"Doctor, it's mother. She can't breathe. She's gasping and clutching her chest."

We ran out to my house where my father stood waiting outside. He grabbed my arm as I tried to go past with the doctor.

"I will give you grace this time, you excuse of a viking. But be warned, if you ever try to escape from me again, you will see Valhalla faster than you wish to." I jerked away and ran up the stairs to mother's room. I was too late. Mother laid there, the doctor and my brother beside her. It looked like she was sleeping.

I was naïve but said, "Did you fix her? Is she gonna be okay?"

The doctor looked up and stood. She walked over to me and hugged me.

"I am sorry, young Artemis. She rests in Valhalla now." I screamed in anguish. The only person who believed in me was dead, I was alone. I blacked out from the stress.

I woke from sleep. My dream, still fresh in my mind as if it happened only yesterday. I looked around to see a room, beautifully decorated with red, blue, and pink flowers. Some large feathers and scales scattered the walls and floor. Bits of hay and tall grass made it seem like a nest. In one corner, a small terror slept. She was bright purple with shiny gold spots dotting her body. The little iridescent terror laid next to her, she was significantly smaller than the other one.

I removed the blanket from over me and tried to stand. I got dizzy and fell onto the bed again. I grunted in pain. The purple terror looked up and noticed me.

"Easy, my dear. You were hurt pretty bad." She said, flapping down towards me. She landed and sniffed my side. I jerked as her nose hit a sore spot. She backed up. I got very scared and started apologizing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't jerk again." I didn't want to be hurt because I felt pain.

"Do not worry my dear, it's natural. It must hurt pretty bad. There's a lot of bruising and you lost a great deal of blood. Your dragon carried you in." She gestured to the other side of the room. There, Orion slept, a blindfold over his eyes. From here I could see a stained spot on his white scales. It ran three quarters down his body. That must have been how much blood I lost.

"Has he not been cleaned up?" I asked.

"He was, but blood stains white. It will take a few washings before it will all be gone." the terror said.

"Thank you for saving me. I don't know how I can repay you."

"Think nothing of it dear, it's my job here at the nest."

"The nest?" I asked.

"Yes, the nest. Speaking of, Shimmer dear. Will you tell the king and queen that he has awoken?"

"Okay." The little iridescent terror said. She jumped from her resting spot and flew out the window.

"King and queen?" I repeated. I started scratching my scar.

"Yes. Do not worry young one. They will welcome you with open arms." The terror said as she changed my dressings and then Orion's.

^This could be a new start for us. But what if they're just like my father? No, they can't be like that horrid man. Not if there's dragons here. But what if they're just as aggressive? This could be a new start for Orion and I but will it be a good start, or a bad one?^

Special thanks to Scorpionspider071 for coming up with these great new characters. I believe they will add some new flare to the story. Thanks again to all for reading!!