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DRAGONS: TRIALS OF BERK :: Chapter 5:: CHAPTER FIVE :: Life’s a Berk
Astrid was worried. It was unusual not to see Hiccup out and about by now. He had missed breakfast and it was not mid morning. The village was bustling with early morning trade and people tending to their dragons, cleaning and feeding them.
She could see from Stormfly’s expression that she seemed uneasy too. She had never known Hiccup to be up late, even as a small child he was always running around and getting in everyone's way as they did their morning business.
No this was strange, even if he had overslept, Toothless would have been awake and soon woke him up. She had not seen Stoick this morning either, again this was unusual. Astrid walked over towards the blacksmith, with Stormfly following, hoping that maybe Hiccup was inside with Toothless making him some kind of new tail or something.
All was quiet from the blacksmith, not a good sign. She walked through the door and was met by the sight of Gobber slumbering over his anvil. Turning
DRAGONS: TRIALS OF BERK :: Chapter 4:: CHAPTER FOUR :: The calm before the Stormfly ::
The sky was blazing red, nothing could be heard in the village apart from the gentle rolling of the waves far down below the cliff edge. It was one of those beautiful winters mornings where it was so clear you can see for miles. As was normal for Berk this time of year it was cold, but that type of cold which is refreshing on a morning stroll. Only the smoke coming from a few of the houses signalled the village was starting to come to life.
Astrid was still fast asleep. She had had bad dreams for a few nights now and she tossed and turned most of the night in her bed. They were not violent dreams, but scary none the less. With Toothless's odd behaviour, she had recurring dreams, either that Toothless had left and she had to save Hiccup from killing himself or all the dragons had abandoned Berk and their riders.
The latter dream bothered her more, it was one she dreamed about tonight. Toothless had left first and Stormfly followed her g
DRAGONS: TRIALS OF BERK :: Chapter 3:: CHAPTER THREE :: A Little Hiccup ::
The evening was a cold one again, bonfires and braziers were ablaze across the village, thanks to the various dragons. Inside the Hairy Haddock house the fire was warming. The main torches were not lit so just the pleasant orange light from the hearth danced across the walls.
When Hiccup had arrived back at the house with Astrid in tow, Stoick jumped up said that he needed to “Sort out some, err... business with...um... what-sis name and err... his... thing.” He had winked to his son and abruptly left the two alone with Toothless. From the laughter heard all the way from Gobber's house, that business was probably to do with helping his friend empty a barrel.
Hiccup was preparing one of his favourite meals for his guest and he was proud. Toothless sniffed longingly at the cauldron and licked his lips excitedly as hiccup stirred the contents. “Don't worry bud there will be some for you as well, me and Astrid cannot eat the whole lo
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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