Here We Come

The Way

Hello everyone! I know what you're thinking. Why is this early? Well I am going on vacation for two weeks. In that period of time I will not be able to reply to comments or us so please forgive me. In the meantime please enjoy this chapter! Buh-bye!

(Sam's Pov)

" How?" Tim questioned as the entire room went dead silent.

"It's complicated, but I know you can do it." He reassured us.

"I swear if you're just f*cking with us." I practically growled my Irish accent coming out thick. It's strange though, I got Dad J's  accent while Tim got Dad M's.

" I promise, I'm not lying. All I need is the feet of an unborn rabbit, hags teeth, thyme, bones of a were hawk, angels feather.."

"Woah, woah, woah, how do we even get that stuff?" I asked doubting him more than ever. He took off his mask grinning.

"Don't worry  Sammy, I already have all those things." Tim shook his head.

"Why am I surprised?" He murmured sarcastically.

" However the last ingredient is a bit tricky." He said pausing and staring off into the distance.

"Well what is it?" King Nate or Uncle Nate asked print an arm around his husband's Matpat shoulder.

" We need the soul of the one who killed Jack and Mark." Everyone grew quiet again.

"What?" I tried to suppress the shaking in my voice.

" So we need Thorin's soul." Tim asked.

"Precisely." Uncle Cry replied.

"Well hey maybe we can all go up to him and ask very nicely if he could give his soul to us. Because that won't end in us bloody dying!" I yelled in agitation.

Tim put his hand on my shoulder calming me down.

Cry sighed.

" I know it sounds impossible, but I truly believe we can make this work."

" And how? Charge into the place that's probably crawling with his henchmen and too or this soul from his body?" He looked at me with exhaustion.

"I'm sorry Sam, but if you ever want to see your fathers again, you will follow along.

"Fine." I snapped back running a hand through my short hair.

" How are we supposed to even find him? If I might ask." Uncle Bob questioned from the far corner of the room.

" I know a spell that will tell us where to go and what city he is in. Only problem is, it doesn't show is where in the city he is."

"So he could practically be anywhere, is what you're saying." Uncle Ken said. It was clear that a lot of people were getting agitated by this.

"Yes and No." Uncle Cry responded staring to recoil from so if the negative energy closing being built up in the room.

Suddenly everyone broke or into loud murmurs and uneasy glances were shot back and forth.

" Oh for the love of!" Tim exclaimed pulling out his silver pistol and shooting it off. We both flinched at the bad memory it caused us to remember, but it was necessary.

Uncle Cry silently thanked us with his eyes.

" Come on everyone, someone finally had an idea and you reject it and spit on it like a pack of wild beasts. Give the man a chance for God's sake!" Tim cried out.

" The boy's right, you should listen to him." Everyone whipped around to see a familiar blonde haired figure with ice blue eyes standing in the doorway.

He repeatedly threw a child's ball up in the air before it returns back in his palm. A wicked smile stretched across his face.

" Lucius." Tim and I whispered.

It's that time again, when a new character is introduced. Please write down who you think Lucius is the son of.

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Hiccup out!!