"Hiccup! Good to see you!" Gobber yelled.
"Shhh!" Me and Ragnar whispered.
"Oh sorry. Your fathers in the building." Gobber said pointing.
"We know." I say.
"We better hurry before-" Ragnar started.
I looked to what he was staring at. I saw a man. A big man. A man holding my father with his tail.
"Put my father down!" I yelled.
"I don't think so. However, I could be persuaded to give him and your dragons free for your powers. The moon is almost upon us." Kenkra said.
He was right. The moon was turning Red. It was almost completely covered.
"What if we don't?" Ragnar asked.
Kenkra smiled. He began squeezing my father. I could see him struggling. My head started to spin. Ragnar nodded at me.
"Okay. Okay. You win." I said.
"Hiccup! Don't!" Stoick yelled.
I ignored him.
"This will be fun. Once I feed on your powers I will also feed on your life." Kenkra said.
"What?" Astrid asked (I'm only just realizing that dragon hunters are holding the others hostage).
I looked at Ragnar.
"He didn't tell you did he? That's so disappointing. Well I'll explain, a Lycanwing can only take another's powers while killing them since once a Lycanwing always a Lycanwing." Kenkra said.
That I guessed somehow. I knew I don't have much choice. I had to make the trade. Berk and my friends, and my father's life depended on it.
"I'll start with the newcomer." Kenkra said flying down.
He grabbed my face. His claws were sharp. I began feeling week. I saw red essence flying into him. I felt him draining my life and my powers.
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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.
