How To Train Your Dragon: Broken

Bards Little Errand Boy

Then the doors creaked open. Sunlight flooded into the darkness, nearly blinding the women inside. But almost instantly the light was blocked by shadow. Astrid peered up and saw a group of older men standing before her, none of them looked friendly. Most of them were wearing raggy, worn out clothes but there was one man that stood out. He was decked head to toe in fine jewels, royal blue and purple dominated his fancy looking clothes, and his shiny black hair and mustache was well trimmed. He had a cocky look in his eyes.

The group of men stepped inside, dust flew as they took another step. "Good mornin' ladies," one of the taller men stepped out in front of the others, "and welcome to my little auction."

"We're not things that you can sell!" One of the teenage girls shouted from the back.

"Of course, of course," the man clasped his hands together and sighed as if he agreed, "but slaves-of any kind-can make someone very rich." Then he grinned a crooked smile, a few teeth missing.

Eydis instinctively hid behind Astrid. "Slaves for what?" She whispered to her.

"I dunno," Astrid did have already ideas but decided to not speak them.

"Stand up girls," the Acution man ordered, "Let these men take a good look at you."

The group stood, sore backs blaming that the movement. Having their hands tied together made it harder to get up. And then the men took a look at each girl, who had no idea what they were looking for in them. What ever it was, the girls prayed that they didn't have it. This went on for ten minutes until the richest man came into Astrid. He studied her and she gave him the coldest death glare that she could ever give, and he seemed to like that.

"How much for this one? She seems like my masters type," his cold, even voice sent chills down Astrid's spine.

"Master?" Astrid cracked a smile, "So your just his errand boy? Does he give you a doggy treat when you do what he wishes?"

A few girls snickered and even some of the other men chuckled. The rich man just stood there stunned, almost as if he was shocked to see that Astrid knew how to speak.

"You've got quit a mouth on you girl, " the rich man said with a hint of anger in his voice, "that's not the only my master likes in a girl with your physic."

Astrid stood frozen in shock. She wanted to slap his lips right off of his face but she held herself back.

"I'll take this one," he chuckled.

Astrid a hands palms grew sweaty. What kind of master did this man follow?

"If you take her then you take me too!" Eydis shouted from out of the blue.

What!? Astrid spun around and stared at Eydis in shock.

The rich man eyed Eydis, "And...uh...why should I?"

"B-Because back at my home I took care of the horses." Eydis tried to show bravery but it took everything to hide the rear she felt.

The man crossed his arms and studied Eydis. "Fine, her too."

Eydis' eyes lit up and she smiled at Astrid, they were going to stay together.

"And uh...Her too," the rich man pointed over to a tall teen with russet hair. She glared at him, ready to bite if he tried to touch her. She slowly walked up and stood next to Astrid. 

The rich man gave the Auction man a few heavy sacks of gold. "This way ladies," he stretched out his hand, offering Astrid and them to go first. Astrid was reluctant at first but marched forward, followed by Eydis and the other girl. The rich man lead the girls to his ship, which was just as fancy looking as he was. Two large men greeted them at t he docks. "Put them in cells below."

"I'm getting tired of cells," Eydis sighed quietly. The three girls were lead down below deck and locked in one large cell. They sat down on the wooden floor across from each other.

"Let's set sail!" they heard from above.

For a few minutes nobody said anything. "Uh...So...I'm Astrid."

"Eydis."

At first the new girl said nothing, awkward silence hung in the air between them. "Ailsa, "she finally spoke," Umm...I suppose neither of you two know what that guys master plans to do with us?"

Astrid and Eydis shook their heads no. "That's a lovely accent you have Ailsa."

"Thank you," Ailsa smiled shyly, "It's Scottish. My village is kind of close to Scotland so a lot of my people are from there."

"Cool," Eydis smiled with wide eyes, "I've never heard of that place."

"I'd be happy to show you sometime if we ever escape from this Hell," Ailsa glanced around.

"Oh we'll get out," Eydis said positively.

"Oh really?"Ailsa wondered, "How?"

"Astrids dragon is going to get her whole village to come save us!" Eydis giggled at the thought.

"Dragon!?" Ailsa gasped, "You have a dragon?"

"Yea," Astrid didn't fell as hopeful as Eydis," He's a Deadly Nadder; a Tracking Class dragon."

"I've never seen any of the dragons that live here in your Archipelago, "Ailsa admitted, "Except for a...what was it called? A Hideous Pimpleback?"

"Hideous Zippleback," Astrid corrected her, " I don't know if you'll get to see anymore. How long it'll take for them to find us is up in the air but that doesn't mean that we should not try to escape ourselves."

"Escape? I'm good at that!" Ailsa said proudly, "The only reason that these ugly heads here got me was because I'm a heavy sleeper."

Astrid leaned in closely so nobody else could hear, "First thing that we'll need to do is learn the terrain. That way when we do escape and they're chasing after us they won't have the advantage."

Eydis and Ailsa nodded in agreement.