Before Time (How To Train Your Dragon 2 FanFic)

Chapter 1

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FROM DREAM WORKS ANIMATION, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2.

Hiccup

This, is Berk. Now that we are officially the new dragon sanctuary, mostly because toothless here, life is getting so much better. As Chief, the town just got a whole lot bigger and better. Most of us have moved on from the incident with my dad, Stoick, the former chief, expect the sheep of course, they miss being protected by our beasts. Toothless is now the alpha of all dragons, that explains the sanctuary side of things.

Amelia

One step.

Two steps.

Closer to the door.

Three steps.

Four steps.

A couple steps more.

I sing inside my head as I slowly make it closer to the door of the Great Kingdom Hall. My hands grow sweatier with each step I take. I hear chattering whilst others try and calm them down but who could blame everyone's excitement? For every one hundred years this day was to take place: Coronation Day. The day where the whole country comes to see the eldest daughter or son of the royal family, become queen or king. Well, I was an only child because my mother died before I turned three, or so they say. My father was still with me because he wanted me to live an excellent child hood. He taught me most of the things I know, we grew closer with every lesson. As time flew by he was growing way to old for the job if being King. As my father was not a selfish King he decided to hand the privilege of me being Queen which meant he would have to kill himself. I told him I wasn't ready to be Queen but he had already signed the papers. He has been acting so strangely this past month maybe it was because he is going to kill himself tonight.

I reach the door where two guards stand. I wipe my sweaty hands on my turquoise dress with flower patterns running down the sides. I slip them back in my light blue gloves that reach to about my elbows. The guards stare at me eagerly and wait for my approval to open the doors to the hall. I take a deep breath in and exhale. This was it. Placing my hands together in front of me, I nod to the guards and the doors slowly push open.

The faces of many turn to my direction and their eyes widen. Guards straighten their postures as I slowly enter the room and walk down the isle. Heads follow me as I step down the large room and I occasionally hear a whisper but not the exact words. I feel as though I want to cry but I can't, not in front of hundreds of souls. I am not ready to take the role of being Queen and I don't want my father to die, how could he think this was right for me?

A few minutes pass and I finally reach a small stage where a priest stands along with my father and a couple of high class people that I have yet to meet. In front of the priest is a scroll, and a crown. The crown looked familiar, I vaguely remember seeing a painting in one of the halls in the castle of my mother wearing this crown. Why the same crown?

I climb the two steps to reach my place on the stage next to the scroll, and the crown. My eyes trail down to the hundreds of men and woman in front of me, all different ages. They all wear beautiful styles of clothing with bright colours that put a little happiness into my day. The fact they bothered to look nice for my Coronation day puts a hint inside of me that they care. I smile down on them.

"We are gathered today for the eightieth Coronation Day in English history." The priest starts and set of soft claps echo the Great Kingdom Hall, "Princess Amelia Rose Sheffield, is to be crowned Queen of Sheffield as King Edward Damian Sheffield takes a step back for his only daughter." The priest pauses, "this certain ceremony has only happened four times before making this one, the fifth. I am sorry to share with you that after this ceremony has taken place and Princess Amelia Rose has been crowned Queen of Sheffield, King Edward will be forced to kill himself." There are a few gasps among the crowed but it very quickly fades. "Shall we carry on with the Coronation?" He asks my father.