Hiccup's Secret

Part 6~Gobber

I wondered the way to the cove. The night was silent. All nights seem silent nowadays.

Ever since he went away, all the dragons had stopped raiding us. The occasional is spotted flying past but they never stay.

Everything was different now, everyone was panoid, waiting for the attack.

The dragons from training were gone. I let them go, in secret of course. They seemed to know he was gone, seemed to want to find him. I couldn’t bear to keep hearing their calls echo around the town. I had to let them go, but that only served to fill the town’s fear, saying there was a traitor in our mitts. If they ever learned the truth, I fear what they would do.

Stoik is still searching for his lost heir, boat came and went, never stopping, meeting with everyone of our enemies, a feetful task as you can imagion. I know every time they came back, he wouldn’t be with them, he wasn’t kidnapped, he was free and he would return when he wanted to.

I jumped down the rocks, slowly approaching the lake. I had spent days collecting everything up and trying to look through every little destroyed piece.

Though honestly, it didn’t help. I couldn’t piece anything together. He had gone through a lot of effort to make it impossible to put together. It didn’t help that half was written in different languages.

I walked toward the cave in the rock wall, gently stepping inside the damp and dark space, trying to reduce the sound I made.

A small yawn caught my attention, causing me to stop. I sighed and silently scolded myself. I had been doing this for at least two weeks now, why was I so afraid every time i came in? 

I walked towards the old pillow I had placed on the only dry rock this place seemed to have. On top of it lay a small green dragon who was slowly waking up and stretching similarly to a cat.

“Morning Sharpshot,” I greeted, pulling out some fish for him to eat.

I had found him a week after the dragon raids had stopped, laying almost dead on the beach. He had been covered head to tai in scars and blood, his wings and legs badly broken. My first reaction had been to chop off his head but then I remembered my apprentice.

I couldn’t do it while thinking of him. I knew that he wouldn’t have wanted that, he left me those gifts to guide me. To show me the truth and i couldn’t turn my back on that; on him. 

So instead, I took the small Terrible Terror and looked after him. I treated his breaks and cleared his scars.

He was much too small for a normal Terrible Terror, so I made sure to feed him well and as often as I could. but he didn’t seem to grow at all.At least he was healing properly.

Sharpshot nipped at my hands affectionately before turning to eat the fish I had brought for him.

This Terrible Terror was a symbol of everything he believed in. Everything he saw. everything he wanted us to see. He wanted us to live in peace with these incredible creatures that fill the acapella.

Later there will be a gathering of all the great leaders in the acappella, in an attempt to find who caused the raids to suddenly stop. Stoick wanted me there, so I will have to leave a bit earlier than normal, scratch that, I need to leave now.

With a heavy sigh, I stroked Sharpshot’s head muttering, “Wish me good luck,” before disappearing off to the great hall.

I arrived just before our first guest, Oswald the agreeable, leader of the Berserkers. His heir and heir and only son beside him, Dagger the Deranged. Normally, Hiccup would keep the heir buzzy but with him missing, there wasn’t really a chance in that happening, meaning we had to deal with the annoying teens.

We kept small chat quick and simple as everyone joined us, even Alvin of the outcasts joined us, though everyone, and I mean everyone, had to leave their weapons at the door.

“Now, I am sure you all know why we are here, the dragon raids have stopped and we need to know who caused this and how. We invite opening statements.” Stoick started before sitting down.

“I am afraid we do not know either, Stoick. We are all stumped as to how the raids stopped and have sent many ships out to find where they went, none have come back successfully, the dragons have completely disappeared off the map.” Oswald explained while moving his hand gesturing to the map that lay on the table.

“Well, I have some news but i don’t think you would believe me even if I told you,” Alvin grumbled, only to be met with a round of glares. “Fine, a week ago i ent out some ships to look for the nest, in search of th edragons of course, they found nothing, not a single dragon on that stupid island they call home. The only thing there was a large rotting corpse of the dragon none of us could recognize or identify. We would have stayed longer but we were blasted off the island by a night fury the boys are calling the defender of dragon island.” At the end of the tale I could tell everyone was conflicted on whether to believe him or not.

“I thought you said there were no living dragons on the island.” Stoick questioned.

“That’s what the boys thought,” Alvin answered with a smirk. 

Nightfury, could it be? While I was unable to recreate the books he created I did notice there was a lot on the nightfury. Maybe this is the same one? Maybe they could lead me to him. Maybe, just maybe, I could get him back.

All I had to do was, steel a ship, sail to a place no berker has ever been, not instantly get killed by an angry Nightfury convince them to help me and find Hiccup; simple. I am doomed.

As Gobber put his head in his hands, the doors burst open. The room fell silent. Heavy footsteps echoed around. The man in front walked forward, “alright you vikings, which one of you took the dragon thief's son?”