He screamed, his heart pounding. He felt a rush of adrenaline and my vision twisted, and he saw his father running towards me. He felt like he'd been punched. 'Dad...' a ghost of a whisper left his lips. I remember. He didn't love him. No one did. He saw the villagers, saw their smiles. He stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with fear. How could they smile at him, after everything they'd done? After they left him in a place of torment and fear? After they broke his heart into too many pieces, after they killed the small boy that was me, and created the love, the dark hate that consumes me? His heart healed. But it set wrong. Now all I can feel is my hate, hate and rage at the world, at them. I am no longer who I was. That boy was in a different life. They have destroyed me. But I will rise out of the ashes, an avenging force. I am the curse of hiccup, the boy who is gone. READ THE BOOK TO FINSH THE DESCRIPTION. I DO NOT OWN HTTYD