5 minutes later, he still wasn't back. 5 minutes of eerie, lonely silence. 5 minutes of not knowing whether or not we should move. 5 minutes of our shallow, dry breathing filling the cave.
"Do you think he's dead?" Tuff whispered. His voice made me jump. This was the first thing he had said after breaking out of his trance from the Commander's fire sword.
"Dead? Do I look dead to you?" The Commander walked in, straightening his helmet. He looked normal except for the fact that there was an arrow sticking out of the back of his shoulder. I pointed at it and everyone else saw it too.
"What?" The Commander spun around, expecting there to be someone to be there. The cave entrance was empty. He turned back around. "What are we looking at?"
I advanced toward him and yanked the arrow out of his back and hot, red blood trickled out.
"Cr@p! What was that for?!?" He yelped.
I held the arrow to his face and he chuckled. "New record bud!" he whisper yelled to the night fury who stood beside him.
"New record? Record for what?"
"How many weapons we get hit with when we take out scout ships."
"So... this is the least or the most you've ever got?"
"Unfortunately, least..."
Fishlegs took the arrow from me and said, "What's this green stuff, on the arrowhead?"
"That, my friend, is Dragonroot solution. If one of these arrows hits a dragon, the dragonroot makes its way into the bloodstream and temporarily weakening the victim and draining enough energy so it can't fire full-fledged blasts. It also temporarily tightens the muscles of the dragon so that it is either painful or impossible for it to walk or fly. I would say it's smart, but it hurts my dragons, so really, I hate it and anyone that makes it."
Fishlegs pulled a book from his pocket, conjured up a pencil, and started writing every word that was just said.
The Commander also pulled a leather-bound journal out of Toothless' saddlebag, crouched on the floor, and leant against the wall. He scrawled down words in it and muttered incoherently under his breath. The mutterings turned to angry hisses and those turned into furious cursing. His pencil snapped in his hand and he shoved the book and splintered pencil back into the saddlebag infuriatedly. He sat down again and uttered almost-inaudible curses at the stone ground.
Hm... sorry for bein' late.
quite late at night and I don't feel like typing anymooooore. sorry for the short chapter.
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They call me the Commander
Fanfiction5 years ago, Hiccup was supposedly killed by the monstrous nightmare. A midnight black night fury took him to a place never found. 2 months later, Hiccup is declared dead after months of searching. Most people got over it fast, he was the village r...
