Staraster-A How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction

Chapter 14~All Tied Up

~Melina's POV~
I blinked slowly, groaning. I was in different surroundings! I lashed my head side to side, trying to wake up. I gasped. I was in a chair. No, I was chained to a chair. My arms had chains wrapping them to the arms of it, and my body and legs were in the same dilemma.
I was in a completely dark, dank, old room, but I could feel the chains constricting me. It was hard to breathe with their tightness. What were they going to do to me now? I sank back, resting my head against the top of the chair. My body was unable to move an inch, and my head felt foggy. I could just see light coming from underneath a door crack in front of me.
When did I get here? How did I get here? Why did my head feel so weird, and scariest of all-why did Dagur have this many chains?
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~Kyrra's POV~
It was a farse. Hiccup had become an excellent lier since he had last tried. But if it wasn't true, why was Arrow pacing and my stomach turning? Worst of all, if it was true, was Hiccup going to turn himself in-or let my sister die?
I didn't fear for the Flightmare, I only feared that I would see it like a beacon tied to the bow of Dagur's ship. I brought up my knees and put my head on them. It was just after dinner and we were sitting in my cold house, waiting for the sending off of Katana.
Staraster and Bonecrusher were playing outside, her wing healed and his body healing. We had learned when we had taken Bonecrusher to Gothi that she was sick. It was very worrying-the healer was sick? I shook it off. Arrow and I were quiet. I think my friend was crying. I didn't know why I wasn't as affected by grief-was it because me and Kat had grown apart? I wasn't sure, but I didn't like it.
I could see the sun sliding over the horizon and the trees' branches swaying in the wind. The sunset was pink, orange, and purple, and I could see it all through my window. The first star hung between clouds, reminding me of my first flight with my dragon.
A horn sounded, signaling that it was time to come outside. Kat's parents had died in the war alongside mine, and Arrow's dad had stolen an Academy dragon and flown off long ago, (during the war even!) while his mom had been hit by a Berserker catapult.
We were Kat's closest friends. I walked outside numbly, my ears ringing. Staraster bounded up to me but I couldn't hear her panting or the thwacking of her tail. I couldn't hear Arrow's footsteps, or Bonecrusher's excited call to him. Arrow took my hand, and we comforted each other as we walked down to the beach.
I could see the boat already sailing, and a blurry shape stuck up at the bow. Hiccup offered me his spyglass, and I saw that it was Katana's dagger. Melina should have been here for this. Would we have to do this for her soon, too?
Arrow finally released my hand as the Vikings lined up along the water's edge. The Viking at the far right end had his Gronckle light his arrowhead, and then tipped his arrowhead to light the Viking's on his left. Arrow did mine slowly, and we met eyes. He was blurry.  Gothi was on my left, and she hiccuped as she held out her arrow and sneezed as she set it to her bow. I worried about her.
We waited until all the Vikings who had come had lit their arrows, and then in unison we all picked up our bows as one. Hiccup gave a short, sorrowful speech, and then we drew back our arrows.
We let go and I watched as they soared through the air. I clasped Arrow's hand and felt my hair blow back from the wind they caused. The flaming missiles found their wooden target, and mine landed right beside Katana's dagger.
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I was on a night flight with Staraster. She glided slowly, high, and just above the low hanging clouds. I screamed in rage, releasing my anger. She shot rings of purple plasma out, what I had begun to call sonic rings.
She did a short howl, calling my attention to her. I rubbed her mane, and leaned over to rest my cheek on her head, bringing my legs up onto her back. She shifted, nervous about this position. We did this for hours. I talked to her about nonsense, and even sang eventually.
Was this grief? "Is this what love is...is it worth it?" I muttered, quoting something I had once heard.
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~Melina's POV~
I was about to find out. The door to my holding room creaked open, and I brought my head down to stare Dagur rebelliously in the eye. "Ah, you're awake," he said, pointing out the obvious.
I continued to glare at him, but it was hard when the light from the hallway was glaring at me. He walked around me, slowly. "Do you like my little setup here? I know I do," he said happily. "However, I'm sure I will like it more when your friends try to rescue you!" he laughed.
"Why is my head foggy?" I demanded. "It's temporary, it's just a little something I like to use to knock people out with." He shrugged haughtily. I frowned, confused. "I put some in your bread last night," he mentioned.
I recalled him taking my chains off just so I could eat and feeling like they were still on. "It was pretty fun carrying you over here," he gloated. I snarled at him and he tilted my chin up, having fun. "Why am I here."
Abruptly Dagur slapped me! I turned my head, wincing. "Just pretty much so I can do that," he sang. "I'll let my men have a little fun with you later, but right now I need to go tame your Flightmare! Bye-bye!"
I didn't like the sound of either of those things, but they were both happening. Dagur left the room and masked torturers waltzed in, wielding terrifying metal instruments. What were they going to do to me?
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~Kyrra's POV~
"Kyrra!" Arrow shouted as we landed outside my house. He ran out of his own, leaving the door swinging. "What is it?" I asked tiredly, crossing my arms as the sky lightened. His blue eyes were a mix of emotions, and they held my own. "You'll never believe it. Gothi says it's Hiccup-he's gone!"