DRAGONBORN [httyd]

Chapter 4

The Dragonborn was an old viking legend, who was feared to have a heart of a dragon placed within a human body. It was told he could speak to dragons, could befriend any in a matter of time, and would bring down the Archipelago's worst enemies.

Though it was confirmed to be an old wives tale after the beginning of the Raid Era, when wild dragons started to attack islands, looking for food. After the hopes for the Dragonborn's end to this faded, it became buried deep below most of the islands; only left for bedtime stories of those who believed he was still here, or those who choose to believe he was dangerous and caused the Raid Era.

Nobody knows the if the Dragonborn is alive, living, or a fairytale; but the legend still grows nonetheless.

H I C C U P

Dragons don't take long to grow in size at all, and within a matter of weeks, my little dragon friend happened to grow to a promising size - meaning I would get away with becoming penalized for a small sized dragon.

I walk downstairs; my father sitting in his chair in front of the hearth. I hold my dragon tight to my chest, and finish the last couple steps, before sitting down in my chair, opposite to my father. I lower my dragon onto the floor, and he instantly curls against my feet. I bend over, allowing myself to see under the table; and I spot Thornado and Skullcrusher, my dad's two dragons, looking at my dragon. (In the books; Stoick has two dragons that roam around the house. I can't think of their names off the top of my head; but I do have the books to reference from. I decided to make it more "different" and add the dragons that he had from the movie into the book sortof thing. Hope this idea didn't confuse anyone.) Thornado is a Broad Wing Thunderdrum that my father found as a child, while Skullcrusher is a Short Wing Rumblehorn that he found last week. I can already tell they don't appreciate my dragon already.

"Dinner tonight? Ooh I'm starting to like Hiccup; bringing little morsels home for us to eat."

"Yessss, such a puny little thing though, couldn't he of found something bigger and juicer? Like a yack or sheep?"

"Mmm, that does sound good Thornado."

"But at least he doesn't feed us never ending amounts of fish, like Stoick; I'm starting to feel seasick."

"Shut up! He's not for dinner, he's mine! And you're going to appreciate my dragon whether he looks like dinner or not." I don't know what I was thinking, speaking dragonese infront of my father, but they needed to listen otherwise.

I've been able to hear dragons voices ever since I was little. They'd keep me up at night, and my father would laugh at me for saying I'm imagining things. It wasn't until I was around seven years old that I realized I could talk back to them. You're probably thinking I could have talked one into being my pet, but they're stupid; and would eventually realize what I was going to do, and they also don't care who's speaking, once they see me, they're either shooting fire at me, or running away frightened.

"Did you say something, Son?" My father looks at me with a questioning face.

"No, I just uh, just coughed." I stutter back to him.

"Hmm, funny cough you have there."

"Heh.. yeah."

soooo yeah, sorry, another short chapter, but school does that to ya