I felt my life draining. It was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I felt my wings disintegrate into dust. My claws grew back into my fingers. I felt my tail disappear. I felt weaker and weaker by the minute. My vision turned from a clear lake to a swampy mud. I could barley see clearly.
I think Ragnar pushed Kenkra off me. It might've been someone else. I just know Kenkra got pushed and I fell to the ground. I felt someone lift me up. I think it was Fishlegs or Gobber or Stoick or really anybody.
"Hang on Hiccup, I got you." Snotlout said.
Snotlout?
"Good to see you." I choke.
I couldn't even see what Ragnar was doing. I just feel like I'm being dragged. I was plopped on the floor. I think everyone's staring at me from what I can tell.
"How are you feeling?" Snotlout asked.
"Semi." I mutter.
I couldn't even stand. I don't know what us happening. I don't have the extra senses of a Lycanwing. I think I'm human. I'm not a Lycanwing anymore.
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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.
