Our world

The afterward

Not me thinking about remaking "Our curse" again, because I think it may be better.

Like, gang, there are so more possibilities for chapters, better dialogues, and descriptions.

(Imagine fight lesson)

I'll think about it at Christmas.

Or every time I reread it, which I do quite often, surprisingly.

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When the dark, foggy night enveloped the island, preceded by the peaceful silence, as the first stars appeared in the sky, just then, one might say, that all of the Edge's concerns, all of the circumstances, had been solved and put aside. It took the whole day, from early dusk to late twilight, to accomplish this feat, and although, at that moment, everything was resolved, not everyone, if anyone, was satisfied with the outcome.

The defense of the base, albeit mainly rescue, lasted some time, and throughout the entire duration of it, nobody was able to catch, nor find, the reason for the whole fuss - the man who, alongside Dagur, seemed to just vanish. That, itself, resulted in the young adults' moral decline, but it happened to be even worse when seeing their leader, her wounds and bruises, her illness and weakness, everybody understood it was even worse than they had hoped for.

From that moment, until the very end, there were no jokes, no banter, no laughs - only near-dead silence as the group had traveled back to the island, which had turned out to be their earlier lure, to finish what the enemy had started. Into this fight, they had poured out the absolute anger they'd stored up. This fight was the cause of why they had returned panting, and fatigued. This fight was the one that panned out, everything.

Not long after the dragon riders came out victorious from it, the Death Nadders returned to their home, being taken there by Stormfly along with Astird, who cleared the Edge of each, single one of them, within about an hour. Of course, that wasn't the last thing to be done; it wasn't even close to the proper comeback to reality, however, being as exhausted as they were at that point, they'd decided it was enough for that day.

Hence, ultimately, they winded up in the arena - the only construction that wasn't demolished, nor looted by their uninvited guests - just so as to dine something which wasn't fingernails, after rather a lengthy day of starvation. During that time, they sat by the table made out of a few wooden planks, while the sounds of quiet conversations formed between them, as well as the smell of the cooked fish from the fireplace nearby, surrounded them.

Though it might have appeared so, they weren't actually all there. As the foe had done, Hiccup and Toothless disappeared just the same, and the moment they emerged from the ship's deck, the man hurried the unconscious woman home, leaving everybody with nothing but speculations about what might have happened to them.

Regardless of that, one didn't bother much with it, remembering the condition in which Hiccup found herself and the anxiety that took over Toothless, which had him ready to snap at anyone, for any reason. For these causes, it was no small surprise when he appeared in between the gap of the sliding entrance to the arena, which he extended with just one hand, leaving half of it closed, thus still hiding him from the complete view.

Taking in the sight of everyone, Toothless, at the same time, glared at each one of them, having an appetite for murder painted on his face, loosening in final, replacing the bitterness with apathy, before spreading the other side of the opening out, revealing the rest of himself. At the sight, as many as three persons stood up, namely Astrid, Heather, and even Snotlout, who with horror, like everyone anyway, stared at his side, or rather a figure by it.