A summer's dream

Training

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Ten years later
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I woke with a start from my dream, the memories of it already fading away.
"Same old dream." I sighed.
I got up and put on my tunic. Today was an important day, the day I turn 16 and decide whether or not I join the Kings army. I had been having doubts about joining but after having dreams about what happened to Berk I decided I must avenge the Hooligan tribe and my father. I walked downstairs to the smell of eggs cooking.
"Mornin' Austin." My foster mother stated. "Mornin." I said still half asleep. My foster family and I had a mutual relationship, they didn't like me and I didn't like them but they let me stay with them and I still care for them, plasma is my only real family now though.
"Are you gonna enlist today?" She asked.
"You know it!" I exclaimed excitedly. She chuckled and set the eggs down on my plate.
"I decided I should cook for once since you always do it." She said, "Thanks." my voice was muffled by the eggs I was eating as I only got something other than bread on special occasions like today. After I finished eating I got up to walk out the door but was stopped by my foster brother who I absolutely loathed. "What'chya doin' there Austin?" He asked, blocking the door.
"Get out of my way." I stated angrily. He responded with a punch to my gut. "Oof! Oh it's on" I said before punching him in the jaw. He attempted to hit me but I dodged and swung my leg behind his legs and tripped him. I then kicked him in the stomach and walked away.

"Serves you right." I said as I walked out the door while he groaned in pain. I went up to the recruitment officer and signed myself up.
"Training begins tomorrow at dawn. Be there." The officer said before handing me a uniform. I nodded and walked off to do my daily routine of training in the yard and taking care of chores around my foster parent's house. As night fell I took plasma on a flight and returned home late at night tired as Hel. I sleepily climbed into bed asleep almost instantly.

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The next morning
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I woke with a start from yet another dream of my past, I was slowly forgetting the events of my life before Drago Bludvist attacked, including my memory of Kara. I looked out my window to see the sun was already rising.
"Shit!" I yelled before quickly putting on the uniform I was given and rushing to the training field where other recruits were standing talking. I stood in a corner of the training field preferring to pet plasma instead. Plasma was now 13 and fully grown, a very healthy night fury. The instructor eventually walked onto the field "Alright maggots! Today is your first day of training. It will be long, it will be stressful. Some of you may die. Some of you may drop out. Those who remain will serve in the great Roman army under the leadership of your lord. Now everyone pick a partner and begin sparring." He spoke loudly and firmly, some of the recruits immediately intimidated by him. I picked a random person in the crowd and threw him a wooden sword to begin sparring. As we sparred we talked and I learned his name was Marcus. Marcus and I quickly became friends and trained together throughout the day.
At the end of the day we were both bloody, bruised, and exhausted. I quickly collapsed on my bed and fell asleep dreaming once again of the attack on Berk.

NOTE: let's just all pretend the Roman Empire didn't fall and that Vikings are around during this time