A/N: Hope you guys are ready for the next chapter! Still preparing for the big game changing thing in a few chapters. Are you guys ready for it? Here's chapter 10!
Weeks are go by slowly; just as I had feared, the minute I walked into the house my mother pointed up the stairs and grounded me for who knows how long. Grease didn't take being threatened by a dragon and a "strange boy" too lightly, and when complaining to his mom, she refused to allow him to marry "such a brat." Therefore, I had botched up this marriage agreement too.
The main issue was my wrist, with each day it grew more and more painful until one day I found myself having difficulty using it. It was beginning to grow numb. I start to get worried; and growing more concerned each day it worsened. My worries lie with Gothi because if she wasn't certain as to what I had, there were days like this when I did wish that I knew for certain what I could, if this could be cured.
I often saw Astrid as she climbed my tree and talked to me through the open window. True I could escape, but doing that minimal made it harder to get caught. But Astrid caught me up daily on everything that was happening. Apparently the twins were back to normal, pranking every person they could find and arguing often. Their biggest target was Snotlout, despite Ruffnut's knowledge of Snotlout "pursuing" her, she didn't hold back on any of the pranks.
With no one to fly Toothless, and Hiccup not trusting the twins at all, he would do it himself occasionally. Astrid saw him in the skies a little bit, and there was always a smile on his face. I couldn't tell if this was a good sign, by the time I got back he'd want to me fly Toothless again. That is if I ever got back.
But with winter approaching as the air grew colder, I found myself dreading the coming snow. Snow was great, but it lasted so many months of the year. After a while I was praying that it would go away. Snoggletog would be coming not too long after the snow hit the ground, maybe it would be a good one...or not.
The sun has gone down, I sit on my bed trying to entertain myself by counting the amount of days until my birthday. But i'm bored still. I think of the world, of the people who have to sit in their rooms like me and be bored for a really long time.
I can't take this anymore.
I put my journal beside my empty dinner plate, and jump through the window, trying to grab the tree before I slam into it. My hand scrapes against a stick, and its bleeding now. I frown, "Great..." Now my hand is numb and the other one has blood. Yup, today was a good day.
Since most of the villagers were in their homes by now, I know I can get out without being caught, but its still risky. But if I don't get out right now, I may feel like suffocating. Is it worth sneaking out? I think for a moment, only to conclude that it is.
Back to the Svens farm, and into the forest. I find myself there more often, reflecting and thinking. I don't know why.
Maybe there were reasons deep down, the first time I had been here was...
My eyes widen. Snotlout.
The first time I was here was when I was lost with Snotlout. My anger towards him has dwindled down, but I still feel hesitation. I hadn't forgiven him at all for what he had done to me. But was it right to hold in such things? When I loved him so much. These last few years, these few weeks had been difficult. With the growing pain, and death catching up to me, not knowing when it would knock on my door.
Love wasn't strong enough to describe this feeling. Over the past week, my heart had not only throbbed, but pounded when I saw him. The pounding took over, and the throbbing was still there, but then...it was like a whispering wind as it quietly passes through a valley.
I couldn't describe it, I CAN'T describe it.
"What am I going to do?" I say out loud, "I love him more than I did before. But we can't be together because of whatever reason he broke up with me. And I want to be with him, but because of this I can't. What am I going to do? Should I tell him about why these...attacks are happening?" They had gotten more frequent, mostly happening in the vicinity of my own room. Thankfully. But this week alone I had had three, and it was only Thorsday! "I don't want to die." Death didn't settle with me, like poison in the body. I wanted to reject it, push it away.
But what was I to do? What could I do?
"Maybe I'll tell him. It seems like a good idea. I mean why shouldn't I tell him?" I sigh, "Maybe i'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way. But how could anyone?"
I hear something, and look up.
The purple Nadder.
"Oh. You again," I was resting on a rock, but now i'm standing, feet firm on the ground, "you ran away before."
The dragon stays away, but its not as aggressive as last time. The wings are normal, not up like before, and the dragon isn't growling. I smile, "Don't worry about the arm. It doesn't spread," It makes a noise, slightly affectionate. I tilt my head, "You're not as bad as I thought you would be. I saw you kill another dragon." I was expecting to be scared, but for some reason I'm calm. The purple Nadder approaches me slowly and I hold my breath, trying to stay in the same position to not disturb it.
Its right in my face, sniffing my hair then looks at my bad arm. With its mouth, it grabs my shoulder and slowly starts to pull, "Hey. I need that." The dragon releases my arm, slowly growing aggressive until its wings are up high, "Its okay." I say with a smile, "Don't freak out. Its just a bad arm. It doesn't work well. No one knows what's wrong with it, if I knew it would be fixed."
Still, the dragon is a little aggressive, flaring its wings.
We are stare at each other, I look into its eyes. It looks at me. I see a reckless, expressive girl who just wanted to be loved and to see everyone flourish. I see someone who believes in herself, but doesn't have the courage to do anything about anything. The person who underestimates herself. The person who wanted her love life back.
Me.
"I don't know," I start talking, "I wish this wouldn't give me such issues. I wish I could just fly away and never come back again. I wish this stupid arm would heal..." I groan, "...and of course, I never get what I would like."
The dragon gurgles, its wings are still lifted but in a matter of a second it drops them.
I laugh, "You're one funny little dragon. And I thought I'd be scared of you...Yet i'm not. In fact, you're not scary at all..." I frown, "so why did you kill that Nadder?"
Silence.
"If only dragons could speak English." I look down at me arm, and start to panic. It was white, extremely white, but what made me freak out was the orange colors that were appearing near my wrist. I try to move my hand, and I can't. I try again, same problem, "Crap." Maybe I should have gone to see Gothi like everyone suggested, but I didn't think it would do anything. My fate has already been sealed, "I can't move my hand," I sigh, "great, just great. I could be dying and now my hand is numb and I can't move it."
The purple Nadder hits my hand with its head, it sounds a little like a parrot and a chicken I notice, "You're kinda sweet. Even if you're a Nadder killer."
It lifts up its wings.
"Sorry, i didn't meant to offend you," I say, "my dragon Oleander was kind too. But you know, she was old." The dragon makes its parrot noise, tilting its head, "i'd rather a dragon die of what she did. Old age. Not disease or anything. Less suffering I guess," I caress my numb hand, "if only she were still alive." Even if she were, would she approve of how I'm acting? I don't think she would.
I look at the purple Nadder, "I should go home. Its getting cold, the winter months begin soon. I need to find my jacket anyway."
If only they weren't, then I could be out here for much longer. I get up and wipe my pants off with my good hand, "I guess I'll see you later." I turn and go to leave, with thumping feet following, "You can't come with me." The dragon tilts its head, "my parents would surely hurt you if they saw you. They hate dragons. I don't know you well, but anyone getting hurt because me..." The dragon makes a parrot noise, "I'll come see you again, okay?" Deep down i don't know if this is true, i may die before then.
The dragon hits me with its head, "Hey. Are you a mind reader or something? I'll try not to die."
Before the dragon can do anything I turn away and start off for home. The dragon doesn't follow me and in a way i wish it did. I feel lonely again, it was something I felt sometimes still, but as the days went by no longer did I feel it.
"What are you doing out?" I hear someone say, Snotlout.
I turn to him, "Oh. Hey. Getting some air I guess..." The anger was gone long ago, I could look at him now and not feel any remorse. The strong emotion that I couldn't describe begins to overpower. Love.
"Aren't you suppose to be at home?"
"Yup," I scratch my neck, "but its kinda suffocating. Weeks on end in one, tiny room. All alone..."
"You're not all alone. You have Astrid,"
I frown, "You suck at hints." I turn and start to walk away.
"Why do you keep getting mad at me?" Snotlout declares, running after me as I walk into the village, "no one gets mad at Snotlout."
"I don't know," I say, shaking my head, "been out of sorts lately. I'm not mad, I was stating a fact. Besides, I had every reason to be mad weeks ago."
"What reasons? There were none." He retorts, "I'm a genius. A man of integrity, if someone had reason I'd know."
"You don't..." I whisper loud enough for only me to understand.
He frowns, "Excuse me? Do we have a problem here?"
"You don't just break up with someone and give NO reason," I say finally, "I mean...did you even think about how that would affect me?"
Snotlouts quiet at first, "Really, you're going to go there?"
"Yeah i'm going there," I whisper, "you don't think about anyone but yourself sometimes. And those times are when you are needed. Do you have any sense left in your body to even think about how girls take no reason breakups?"
"Its just a break-up...Don't get you knots tied in a bundle."
I frown, "Just a break-up...JUST a break up?" This man was impossible, border-lining annoying. I'm frustrated again, angry, but that strong feeling is still there, "There is nothing 'just" about s breakup...especially when-" I still love you. They were on the tip of my tongue
"When what?" He wanted me to finish my sentence, but I couldn't say it.
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. You don't care anyway..."
As I try to leave he grabs my bad arm, a sharp pain runs up it and I feel like screaming. I close my eyes tightly, "Ouch."
"What is this...?" Snotlout releases my arm, staring at the white skin and the orange coloring, "...why's your arm turning orange?"
I was going to tell him, but now I can't. The anger is boiling, "Nothing."
"It's not nothing," He says, "that's not natural."
"Leave it."
"Why?"
"Because I am asking you to. You don't care anymore, remember? There's no reason to tell." It stabs my heart to say something like, when I know I'm wrong.
He stares at me, glancing at the ground and folding his arms over his chest, "Tell me."
"Of all the..." I glare, "I said i'm not...so i'm not."
"Fine whatever."
I continue to walk away, but something pushes me to turn back. He's standing there, looking at the floor. The mad expression on his face scares me a little, but there's something else. Something I would see in his eyes when he would stare at me with that sad look on his face. For a moment longer I am angry, but I can feel my own expression soften. I look to the ground, and regret it. I don't want to be mad at him, there was no reason to anymore. If what Fishlegs said was right, which I knew it was, there must have been some reason I didn't know. His father maybe...
Seconds pass and I gather the courage and walk back, "Sorry." I speak softly, "its been a stressful few years. Gets easy to snap..."
"Its okay," He glances at me, "its not like it hurt or anything."
I laugh, "You're an open book."
"Huh?"
"Its easy to tell what you're thinking," I shake my head, "You don't need to lie."
"Snotlout doesn't lie."
"Snotlout just did." I say, "like i said. Open book."
"Okay, so maybe it hurt a little," Snotlout replies, "I just don't get what the issue is with your arm. You should tell me."
He was giving me the speech, the one he gave me when I was firm...and then I would crack. I caress me bad arm, "Trying to ignore it, pretending it doesn't exist. Talking about therefore is...not an option. Limiting who knows about it to avoid too much pity," I frown, "attention from pity itself is pitiful."
"I won't pity you. Snotlout pities no one,"
"Snotlout will pity me, its not like that. Something this serious is pitied," I stroke my wrist, "something this bad."
"What could be so bad?" Snotlout asks, "look, I'm sorry I broke up with you like that. I didn't want to tell you why."
"I didn't think you did," I smile a little, "but it would've been easier if you did. I don't like being left in the dark."
"I know," He takes a couple steps towards me, touching my bad arm, "Tell me what's wrong."
For a moment I hesitate, Snotlout was showing that side to him I couldn't refuse. I concluded I was going to tell him but now that I actually could, I didn't know if I should. But I remember my words just now, about not being left in the dark, and I imagine what would happen if the roles were reversed. I need to tell him, "Okay," I start, "Several weeks ago, I-" An explosion farther away interrupts me.
We turn towards a large cloud of red smoke as it ascends towards the sky, "What was that?" Snotlout asks.
"Lets go see," I smile, "I'll tell you about my arm later."
He hesitates, but nods, and we dash towards the source of the explosion. I try my best to keep up, keeping my arm against my chest. Snotlout is much faster, getting a few feet away from me in a matter of minutes. Suddenly, I'm having a hard time breathing and I stop, placing my hand on my knee and trying to take sturdy breaths. It takes only a moment, before I'm running again. Slower this time, so I don't run into another breathing problem.
When we get there, the food storage is on fire and Hiccup is standing there. Villagers come out of their homes and begin to assist in getting the fire under control.
Hiccup begins barking orders and pointing in different directions, "If we don't get this under control. We'll starve."
"What did this?" I ask Hiccup. Snotlout looks at me, I'm out of breath and try to smile a little. He turns to us, looking at Snotlout and then me.
He looks exasperated, "I...I don't know."
"Can I help?"
"Keep a look out for whatever did this. Snotlout, get a bucket and start throwing water on the fire."
Snotlout glares.
"Now!"
"Fine...okay ," Snotlout looks at me, patting my bad arm softly, then disappears behind a set of homes to find some buckets.
Then from the air a screech pierces the night. It echoes, the wind is beginning to pick up. A orange, giant beast hovers above the ocean, looking ready to attack. It is staring at us, particularly in the direction of Hiccup and I.
My mouth drops. It was that orange horror dragon.
Weeks are go by slowly; just as I had feared, the minute I walked into the house my mother pointed up the stairs and grounded me for who knows how long. Grease didn't take being threatened by a dragon and a "strange boy" too lightly, and when complaining to his mom, she refused to allow him to marry "such a brat." Therefore, I had botched up this marriage agreement too.
The main issue was my wrist, with each day it grew more and more painful until one day I found myself having difficulty using it. It was beginning to grow numb. I start to get worried; and growing more concerned each day it worsened. My worries lie with Gothi because if she wasn't certain as to what I had, there were days like this when I did wish that I knew for certain what I could, if this could be cured.
I often saw Astrid as she climbed my tree and talked to me through the open window. True I could escape, but doing that minimal made it harder to get caught. But Astrid caught me up daily on everything that was happening. Apparently the twins were back to normal, pranking every person they could find and arguing often. Their biggest target was Snotlout, despite Ruffnut's knowledge of Snotlout "pursuing" her, she didn't hold back on any of the pranks.
With no one to fly Toothless, and Hiccup not trusting the twins at all, he would do it himself occasionally. Astrid saw him in the skies a little bit, and there was always a smile on his face. I couldn't tell if this was a good sign, by the time I got back he'd want to me fly Toothless again. That is if I ever got back.
But with winter approaching as the air grew colder, I found myself dreading the coming snow. Snow was great, but it lasted so many months of the year. After a while I was praying that it would go away. Snoggletog would be coming not too long after the snow hit the ground, maybe it would be a good one...or not.
The sun has gone down, I sit on my bed trying to entertain myself by counting the amount of days until my birthday. But i'm bored still. I think of the world, of the people who have to sit in their rooms like me and be bored for a really long time.
I can't take this anymore.
I put my journal beside my empty dinner plate, and jump through the window, trying to grab the tree before I slam into it. My hand scrapes against a stick, and its bleeding now. I frown, "Great..." Now my hand is numb and the other one has blood. Yup, today was a good day.
Since most of the villagers were in their homes by now, I know I can get out without being caught, but its still risky. But if I don't get out right now, I may feel like suffocating. Is it worth sneaking out? I think for a moment, only to conclude that it is.
Back to the Svens farm, and into the forest. I find myself there more often, reflecting and thinking. I don't know why.
Maybe there were reasons deep down, the first time I had been here was...
My eyes widen. Snotlout.
The first time I was here was when I was lost with Snotlout. My anger towards him has dwindled down, but I still feel hesitation. I hadn't forgiven him at all for what he had done to me. But was it right to hold in such things? When I loved him so much. These last few years, these few weeks had been difficult. With the growing pain, and death catching up to me, not knowing when it would knock on my door.
Love wasn't strong enough to describe this feeling. Over the past week, my heart had not only throbbed, but pounded when I saw him. The pounding took over, and the throbbing was still there, but then...it was like a whispering wind as it quietly passes through a valley.
I couldn't describe it, I CAN'T describe it.
"What am I going to do?" I say out loud, "I love him more than I did before. But we can't be together because of whatever reason he broke up with me. And I want to be with him, but because of this I can't. What am I going to do? Should I tell him about why these...attacks are happening?" They had gotten more frequent, mostly happening in the vicinity of my own room. Thankfully. But this week alone I had had three, and it was only Thorsday! "I don't want to die." Death didn't settle with me, like poison in the body. I wanted to reject it, push it away.
But what was I to do? What could I do?
"Maybe I'll tell him. It seems like a good idea. I mean why shouldn't I tell him?" I sigh, "Maybe i'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way. But how could anyone?"
I hear something, and look up.
The purple Nadder.
"Oh. You again," I was resting on a rock, but now i'm standing, feet firm on the ground, "you ran away before."
The dragon stays away, but its not as aggressive as last time. The wings are normal, not up like before, and the dragon isn't growling. I smile, "Don't worry about the arm. It doesn't spread," It makes a noise, slightly affectionate. I tilt my head, "You're not as bad as I thought you would be. I saw you kill another dragon." I was expecting to be scared, but for some reason I'm calm. The purple Nadder approaches me slowly and I hold my breath, trying to stay in the same position to not disturb it.
Its right in my face, sniffing my hair then looks at my bad arm. With its mouth, it grabs my shoulder and slowly starts to pull, "Hey. I need that." The dragon releases my arm, slowly growing aggressive until its wings are up high, "Its okay." I say with a smile, "Don't freak out. Its just a bad arm. It doesn't work well. No one knows what's wrong with it, if I knew it would be fixed."
Still, the dragon is a little aggressive, flaring its wings.
We are stare at each other, I look into its eyes. It looks at me. I see a reckless, expressive girl who just wanted to be loved and to see everyone flourish. I see someone who believes in herself, but doesn't have the courage to do anything about anything. The person who underestimates herself. The person who wanted her love life back.
Me.
"I don't know," I start talking, "I wish this wouldn't give me such issues. I wish I could just fly away and never come back again. I wish this stupid arm would heal..." I groan, "...and of course, I never get what I would like."
The dragon gurgles, its wings are still lifted but in a matter of a second it drops them.
I laugh, "You're one funny little dragon. And I thought I'd be scared of you...Yet i'm not. In fact, you're not scary at all..." I frown, "so why did you kill that Nadder?"
Silence.
"If only dragons could speak English." I look down at me arm, and start to panic. It was white, extremely white, but what made me freak out was the orange colors that were appearing near my wrist. I try to move my hand, and I can't. I try again, same problem, "Crap." Maybe I should have gone to see Gothi like everyone suggested, but I didn't think it would do anything. My fate has already been sealed, "I can't move my hand," I sigh, "great, just great. I could be dying and now my hand is numb and I can't move it."
The purple Nadder hits my hand with its head, it sounds a little like a parrot and a chicken I notice, "You're kinda sweet. Even if you're a Nadder killer."
It lifts up its wings.
"Sorry, i didn't meant to offend you," I say, "my dragon Oleander was kind too. But you know, she was old." The dragon makes its parrot noise, tilting its head, "i'd rather a dragon die of what she did. Old age. Not disease or anything. Less suffering I guess," I caress my numb hand, "if only she were still alive." Even if she were, would she approve of how I'm acting? I don't think she would.
I look at the purple Nadder, "I should go home. Its getting cold, the winter months begin soon. I need to find my jacket anyway."
If only they weren't, then I could be out here for much longer. I get up and wipe my pants off with my good hand, "I guess I'll see you later." I turn and go to leave, with thumping feet following, "You can't come with me." The dragon tilts its head, "my parents would surely hurt you if they saw you. They hate dragons. I don't know you well, but anyone getting hurt because me..." The dragon makes a parrot noise, "I'll come see you again, okay?" Deep down i don't know if this is true, i may die before then.
The dragon hits me with its head, "Hey. Are you a mind reader or something? I'll try not to die."
Before the dragon can do anything I turn away and start off for home. The dragon doesn't follow me and in a way i wish it did. I feel lonely again, it was something I felt sometimes still, but as the days went by no longer did I feel it.
"What are you doing out?" I hear someone say, Snotlout.
I turn to him, "Oh. Hey. Getting some air I guess..." The anger was gone long ago, I could look at him now and not feel any remorse. The strong emotion that I couldn't describe begins to overpower. Love.
"Aren't you suppose to be at home?"
"Yup," I scratch my neck, "but its kinda suffocating. Weeks on end in one, tiny room. All alone..."
"You're not all alone. You have Astrid,"
I frown, "You suck at hints." I turn and start to walk away.
"Why do you keep getting mad at me?" Snotlout declares, running after me as I walk into the village, "no one gets mad at Snotlout."
"I don't know," I say, shaking my head, "been out of sorts lately. I'm not mad, I was stating a fact. Besides, I had every reason to be mad weeks ago."
"What reasons? There were none." He retorts, "I'm a genius. A man of integrity, if someone had reason I'd know."
"You don't..." I whisper loud enough for only me to understand.
He frowns, "Excuse me? Do we have a problem here?"
"You don't just break up with someone and give NO reason," I say finally, "I mean...did you even think about how that would affect me?"
Snotlouts quiet at first, "Really, you're going to go there?"
"Yeah i'm going there," I whisper, "you don't think about anyone but yourself sometimes. And those times are when you are needed. Do you have any sense left in your body to even think about how girls take no reason breakups?"
"Its just a break-up...Don't get you knots tied in a bundle."
I frown, "Just a break-up...JUST a break up?" This man was impossible, border-lining annoying. I'm frustrated again, angry, but that strong feeling is still there, "There is nothing 'just" about s breakup...especially when-" I still love you. They were on the tip of my tongue
"When what?" He wanted me to finish my sentence, but I couldn't say it.
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. You don't care anyway..."
As I try to leave he grabs my bad arm, a sharp pain runs up it and I feel like screaming. I close my eyes tightly, "Ouch."
"What is this...?" Snotlout releases my arm, staring at the white skin and the orange coloring, "...why's your arm turning orange?"
I was going to tell him, but now I can't. The anger is boiling, "Nothing."
"It's not nothing," He says, "that's not natural."
"Leave it."
"Why?"
"Because I am asking you to. You don't care anymore, remember? There's no reason to tell." It stabs my heart to say something like, when I know I'm wrong.
He stares at me, glancing at the ground and folding his arms over his chest, "Tell me."
"Of all the..." I glare, "I said i'm not...so i'm not."
"Fine whatever."
I continue to walk away, but something pushes me to turn back. He's standing there, looking at the floor. The mad expression on his face scares me a little, but there's something else. Something I would see in his eyes when he would stare at me with that sad look on his face. For a moment longer I am angry, but I can feel my own expression soften. I look to the ground, and regret it. I don't want to be mad at him, there was no reason to anymore. If what Fishlegs said was right, which I knew it was, there must have been some reason I didn't know. His father maybe...
Seconds pass and I gather the courage and walk back, "Sorry." I speak softly, "its been a stressful few years. Gets easy to snap..."
"Its okay," He glances at me, "its not like it hurt or anything."
I laugh, "You're an open book."
"Huh?"
"Its easy to tell what you're thinking," I shake my head, "You don't need to lie."
"Snotlout doesn't lie."
"Snotlout just did." I say, "like i said. Open book."
"Okay, so maybe it hurt a little," Snotlout replies, "I just don't get what the issue is with your arm. You should tell me."
He was giving me the speech, the one he gave me when I was firm...and then I would crack. I caress me bad arm, "Trying to ignore it, pretending it doesn't exist. Talking about therefore is...not an option. Limiting who knows about it to avoid too much pity," I frown, "attention from pity itself is pitiful."
"I won't pity you. Snotlout pities no one,"
"Snotlout will pity me, its not like that. Something this serious is pitied," I stroke my wrist, "something this bad."
"What could be so bad?" Snotlout asks, "look, I'm sorry I broke up with you like that. I didn't want to tell you why."
"I didn't think you did," I smile a little, "but it would've been easier if you did. I don't like being left in the dark."
"I know," He takes a couple steps towards me, touching my bad arm, "Tell me what's wrong."
For a moment I hesitate, Snotlout was showing that side to him I couldn't refuse. I concluded I was going to tell him but now that I actually could, I didn't know if I should. But I remember my words just now, about not being left in the dark, and I imagine what would happen if the roles were reversed. I need to tell him, "Okay," I start, "Several weeks ago, I-" An explosion farther away interrupts me.
We turn towards a large cloud of red smoke as it ascends towards the sky, "What was that?" Snotlout asks.
"Lets go see," I smile, "I'll tell you about my arm later."
He hesitates, but nods, and we dash towards the source of the explosion. I try my best to keep up, keeping my arm against my chest. Snotlout is much faster, getting a few feet away from me in a matter of minutes. Suddenly, I'm having a hard time breathing and I stop, placing my hand on my knee and trying to take sturdy breaths. It takes only a moment, before I'm running again. Slower this time, so I don't run into another breathing problem.
When we get there, the food storage is on fire and Hiccup is standing there. Villagers come out of their homes and begin to assist in getting the fire under control.
Hiccup begins barking orders and pointing in different directions, "If we don't get this under control. We'll starve."
"What did this?" I ask Hiccup. Snotlout looks at me, I'm out of breath and try to smile a little. He turns to us, looking at Snotlout and then me.
He looks exasperated, "I...I don't know."
"Can I help?"
"Keep a look out for whatever did this. Snotlout, get a bucket and start throwing water on the fire."
Snotlout glares.
"Now!"
"Fine...okay ," Snotlout looks at me, patting my bad arm softly, then disappears behind a set of homes to find some buckets.
Then from the air a screech pierces the night. It echoes, the wind is beginning to pick up. A orange, giant beast hovers above the ocean, looking ready to attack. It is staring at us, particularly in the direction of Hiccup and I.
My mouth drops. It was that orange horror dragon.