The King of Fire

Chapter 4: Years of Change

Hiccup's POV
"Faster..."
"Faster..."
"Faster!" Yelled Brant.

I continue to clash swords with him. I try to move as fast as I can to dodge his attacks while, at the same time, trying to get a blow on him.

Right now we're practicing sword fighting with very dull practice swords. They won't cause any real injury, but that doesn't mean they still won't hurt. Dad has been helping me to master fighting with all weapons. It's hard to believe that after five years I'm actually able to hold my own against him.

The years have changed me quite a bit. I grew to about 6'3. Due to the rigorous training that my dad has been putting me threw, I have gained quite a lot of muscle. I'm the best sword fighter on the island, after my dad of course. Sometimes I'm actually able to beat him.

I continue to dodge his blows at a very fast speed. He tries to attack me from above, but I raise my sword to block. I notice a chance on his stomach, so I take it. I threw a powerful punch at his stomach and hit right on target. He stumbled back a bit and nearly dropped his sword. Whenever he looks up from the ground all he sees is me holding the sword at his face. He gets up in defeat and pats me on the back.

"You let your guard down. I think you might be getting a little rusty old man." I tell him jokingly.

"That may be true, but don't forget the amount of times this "old man" has kicked your sorry behind boy." He replied back with a laugh.

We both exit the training camp with a smile on our face and feeling quite sweaty. Dad goes off to the house to rest while I head down to the blacksmith hut.

As I approach the hut, I'm greeted by a sword swinging towards my face. I immediately dodge downwards and perform a counter by grabbing the swords handler by the wrist and taking him or her over my shoulder. I pull out my sword and hold it up to the person's neck only to realize the attacker is one other than my friend Gunnar.

He lets out a groan before saying,"Man, I thought I had you that time."

I help him up then give him a stern look.

"You really shouldn't do that you know. One day I might not hesitate to finish the job." I warn him with a slight smile.

He pales a bit while sheathing his sword.

"Ha... ha... yeah." He replies a bit shaken.

Gunnar was a little shorter than me, at about 6'0. He has dark blonde hair along with a couple of green eyes like my own.

His Timberjack, Splinter, comes up behind him and nuzzles him in the back. He turns around and gives him a small pet.

Three other people walk up to join us along with their dragons.I recognize them as our other friends, or as we call ourselves,"The Gang."

There's Siv with her Deadly Nadder, Spikestorm. Siv was a small girl, standing at only 5'4, but don't underestimate her, or you'll regret it. She has blonde hair and two maroon eyes. The next person to walk up was Magnus along with his Rumblehorn, Stonehorn. He stood at a mighty 6'7, and had the body structure of your average Viking. He has a mop of black hair along with two blue eyes. Finally, there was Rolf with his Monstrous Nightmare, Heatwave. He stands at about 5'9, and not a bad fighter if I do say so myself. He has spiky, dark brown hair on his head with a pair of dark brown eyes. Iona seemed to be missing strangely.