The Rise of a Storm: Lightning on the Horizon (Book 1) (Rewrite)

Chapter 3: Training

Hiccup's POV:

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I dreamt that me and my brother shot the Furies down, found the Night Fury, and I sprouted Night Fury wings and a tail. And at the end of it, Dad said that we were in Dragon Training. Which is impossible. Dad never wanted us to kill dragons for some reason.

"Hiccup," a voice said in my ear. "Hiccup, wake up, we have Dragon Training. We're going to be late!"

I stiffened. No... that was a dream... I can't be half dragon... I can't!

"I hate the fact that my family is heavy sleepers," The voice, which I just registered as Magnus muttered. "Hiccup!"

I shot up. "No... no... It was a dream!" I shouted. Magnus raised a brow at that.

"No, unfortunately," Magnus said. "We're half dragons in a village of dragon-hating Vikings who have to take place in Dragon Training."

"Great," I muttered. "Just great. How are we going to get out of this one?"

"No idea," Magnus said. "Might as well face the facts. We can't escape everything."

With that said, we quickly ate breakfast and ran full sprint to the arena. When we got there, we were not surprised to be the last ones.

"Welcome to Dragon Training!" Gobber said all too enthusiastically.

"No turning back," Astrid muttered, ready to prove herself and regain her family's honor. The only reason I know that is I talk to her whenever she comes to get her axe sharpened.

"I hope I get some serious burns," Tuffnut said, causing me and my brother to roll our eyes.

"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulders or lower back," his sister, Ruffnut, said.

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it," Astrid commented.

Embla, surprisingly, didn't comment on anything. In fact, she's been silent the entire time, just staring at me and Magnus.

"Yeah, no kidding, right?" I said sarcastically, honestly surprised they hadn't noticed us yet. "Pain. Love it."

"Oh, great. Who let them in?" Tuffnut said harshly, but flinched back when he saw Magnus and my glares.

"Alright, let's get started!" Gobber announced, nervous by the looks on mine and Magnus's faces. "The recruit who does the best wins the honor of killing their first dragon in front of the entire village!"

"Hiccup and Magnus already killed the Furies, so does that disqualify them or-" Snotlout didn't dare finish once he saw our glares that were so heated that they could melt through even dragon scales.

"Last warning, Snotlout," I snarled, surprising everyone, including myself, at how threatening it sounded. "Back. Off." He nodded quickly at that, not wanting to get on our bad sides after the day before.

"Alright, then. I was going to say that you and your brother weren't that big of targets-," Gobber wisely stopped talking once our glares snapped to him. He audibly gulped and started the lesson. "Behind these doors are some of the few dragons that you will learn to fight. The Deadly Nadder."

"Sharp class. Speed, eight. Armor, sixteen," Fishlegs muttered from beside me. Although, because I was now, somehow, half dragon, it sounded like he said in at a normal volume.

"The Hideous Zippleback," Gobber said, none the wiser about Fishlegs muttering facts about the dragons.

"Mystery Class. Plus eleven stealth, times two," Fishlegs muttered again.