When Hiccup goes to find his legendary kill, he never expected to actually find it.
When he casts his gaze on the downed beast, he finds himself sad.
Then, it turns out Hiccup wasn't the only one with a secret dragon...
That is how the story of Hi...
HICCUP... I open my eyes, and see a big trench in the dirt. I gape, and rush down it.
A strange black thing hangs from a tree, but I try to ignore it.
I crest a hill, and go around a corner. I freeze, and chirp, "Yes!"
I scamper over to it, and gaze pridefully at the beast who had nearly killed me last night. Then, it locks eyes with me.
I gasp, and step back. Knife in hand, I approach it carefully. My hand touches its' head, and it purrs. I suddenly see a flash of white, and my hands are burning.
I try to wash them, but that hurt more.
My hands have marks on them...
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They look like the Strike symbol. I touch the dragon again, and realize it isn't mad with me.
I then see flashes of a life not my own, and begin to cut this beast free. Don't ask me why,
I cut the final rope, and it rises to its feet. He asks, "Why did you shoot me?"
I reply, ashamed, "I panicked?" He nods, and I notice how half his tail is gone. My fault.
I tell him to stay there.
Of course, he won't listen.
He follows me into town, and right into Gobbers' vacant shop. I grab a few metal rods, and begin randomly assembling parts.
Then, I grab some durable leather. I make sure it won't crack or split, and slip it over the rods.
I make a few more adjustments, and turn around. I jump, and the dragon knocks a bunch of wrenches onto the floor. I whisper, "Don't do that!"
Astrid comes in, and sees the sight before her. Then, she cries, "RAID!" Sure enough, dragons of every type rained down on us with fury.
Then, my dragon friend roars in a confused tone.
His eyes slit, and roars louder.
A loud scream sends chills up my spine, and my dragon knocks me over. His paws meet my chest. His eye waver from slips to round, friendly shapes.
He bites my sides, teeth wrapping around me like a belt.
I scream, and he let's go.
He spits the blood out, as if it was rotten yak nog.
I try to stand, but the dragon won't let me.
Dragons are roaring all over Berk, and so are the screams of my fellow youth. People seem to be running away now.
The village is now silent.
I hear Astrid scream. I cringe.
I get up, and scream a bit. The dragon is still acting like I was told they do.
