Living as an Outcast(HTTYD Book Fanfiction)

Prologue - The Boy Hunt

"Have you found him?"

The soft, scratchy voice of the Witch echoed throughout the Great Hall. The room was coated in gold and precious metals, glistening and shining; rather contrasting to the bloody battlefield outside.

While a warm hearth was located in the center of the room, the atmosphere of the room was colder than any of the Devastating Winters of the Archipelago.

The two Viking men (Some bulky, tattooed Danger-Brutes), despite being so larger than the scrawny skeleton of the witch, gulped in terror as they refused to answer the simple question.

Excellinor's dark eyes glistened with malice. Her old witch was crouched low to the ground; her bony face a sickening white with bloodshot eyes. She looked like one of your worst nightmares, her already gruesome face curled into a nasty scowl. The two flinched and instinctively placed their hands near their axes.

She hissed in pure fury.

"How DARE you loose him? That boy- WE NEED HIM KILLED!  He needs to be ripped into pieces, thrown into oblivion, burnt to ashes, HE MUST NOT LIVE! He's a Hiccup, and those miserable Hiccup boys are always sly as snakes and slippery as eels.... He still has the Dragon and the map to the jewel! FIND HIM, you miserable hogs, or else you'll have to taste the sweet poison on my wrinkled fingers!"

She dragged her sharp, metallic fingertips to the glistening floor, causing an earsplitting screech as the purple Vorpent poison trailed across the stone.

The men's faces grew pale as they watched the poison trickle towards the tips of their metal boots, hurriedly backing away as the deadly liquid hissed through the floor. They gave a quick bow, and rather clumsily escaped the room.

The witch spat on the floor, cursing under her breath. She whipped around, scuttling across the room till she approached the large poster hanging up on one of the walls.

On the poster, there was a drawing of a young boy. He looked rather scrawny, with a timid expression scrawled on his pale, freckled face. A large helmet covered most of his head, with a few tufts of bright red hair poking out of each side. On his side, there was a minuscular green dragon with unusually bare gums.

With an animalistic howl, the Witch dragged her metallic talons against the poster. The soft brown paper ripped into a mess of purple, the liquid seeping into the drawing and disfiguring the face of the boy.

Excellinor snatched what was left of the poster off the wall, and drew it near her face. She placed a tender finger against the smudged drawing, tracing it against the mangled face of the boy.

"I will hunt you down, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, and I'll make sure you end up like the first two who dared to change Fate...."

Far, far away, the very same young boy of the poster woke up with a gasp.