The Celebration and Curse
We heard the news from a terror. Berk was readying for a celebration. The coronation of an heir to the throne. I wasn't really surprise if they're planning something big; Berk had very few reasons to celebrate. Still, our queen was outraged. Not only was her main source of food was happy, but they were throwing a celebration without her consent. Naturally, she called all her subjects to her. I flew down with rest of my family and bow to her. The look in eyes was almost enough to set to whole place on fire. She is mad and she want to take it out on the Humans. I started to hear her voice in my head. commanding me Lifting my wings I flew to meet her face to face. I could hear her plan, but it was one I don't want to be a part of.
"But, that's insane" I cried to her. "They'll find ways to get out of this."
She told further, of the dragons upholding the Vikings, making sure nothing will stop the plan. I agree with the plan, I have my own reasons to do harm to berk. But then I think, the plan will involve me living on berk.
I look at the queen, with hatred in my heart. "I'll do it, but might I ask that toothless comes with me."
I notion toothless to come beside me. Even I know he doesn't want to be stuck there as much as I do, he doesn't want me to be alone. The queen agrees to let him come.
We bow our heads in respect. We then turn to prepare for berk's darkest hour.
I think today is going to be one of the worst days of my life. The official name of today is Coronation day. I call it the kissing up to Snotlout day. He'll be named the heir of Berk, and everyone's got to be thankful for it. Personally I think the village will burn when he becomes chief.
Everyone is busy getting everything ready for the celebration. Well almost everyone, the twins keep making more of a mess then helping. Lucky for me, I was told to keep them under control, beats arranging shields and flowers. I manage to take them outside, after beating each other up, we were able to rest on nearby rocks. The ceremony will start soon, but I couldn't wait till it's over.
"This is going to suck." I said out loud. "Snotlout's ego is too big for this party."
Ruffnut just looked at me with a wired smirk. "I don't know, I heard the food will be good."
"Yeah," her brother agrees. "Smoked Roast and Yak, dragon games, an awesome after party, What could go wrong?"
I looked at him with anger in my eyes. "How about being Snotlout's dance partner."
Ruff looks at me with sympathy, while her brother just laughs. "That would be hilarious"
Ruff punched him in the gut. As he cringes from the pain, she goes to me. "Why would that bother you? You two are the best Vikings in class. Plus too he's strong-"
"He's strong, rude, conceit, and just Arrg." I said throwing my hands everywhere. My frustration was boiling up. "He's not for me."
"Well the only other option is fishlegs. And let's face it, he's not Viking material." Ruffnut said. I know she's trying to cheer me up, but it's not working. "What is it that you're looking for?"
I got up at that question and look on the ocean, deep in thought. It's not the man I want; it's the adventure I want to have. "I don't know," I answer without looking at her. " but I know it's not on this island."
Before anyone else could talk, the horn sounded, the celebration has begun. Everyone was walking to the great hall. It was decorated with shields, banners and dragon heads. I had to go to the front because snotlout picked me to be the holder of the objects, Just a ceremonial shield and dagger. Everyone else sat in seats all around the hall. on the stage was our current chief, Stoick, sitting on a throne. Beside him was Gobber, he's going to be the announcer. The other man on stage was Snotlout's father, spitlout. He looks happy about his son's new status.
Soon everyone in the village was in the hall. soon the ceremony began, with horns and drums. Snotlout came in with iron medals, (his thawfest winnings), a long cape with spiked shoulder pads, and the most ridiculous armor I've ever seen. He made his way to the front, but not without winking at me. I turn away in disgust. He then stood in front of Stoick and Gobber began to read from the scoll.
"Viking's and lassies," he reads. "Today we are gather to present the new heir to the throne, Snotlout Jorgenson." The hall erupts into applauds. I only clap for respect. The rest of the ceremony went pretty smoothly but boring. There were a lot of speeches, from the chief, Spitelout and Snotlout, gods his went on forever.
Then it was the actual ceremony. Snotlout held the chief's book and made the vows. Then I went up with the objects and handed to him. he then made a kissy face at me, I quickly return to my seat. After a few more words from stoick, he made the annoucment.
"My fellow people, the new Heir of Berk, Snotlout Jorgenson!"
The hall got up and applaud the new heir. You could tell Snotlout was basting it all in and he smile with pride. That pride led him to a throne next to stoick. Than the door of the hall opens and three figures came through. Three figures I thought were just fiction.
The first was a small creature glowing with white. It was a small fairy with a blue dress and white wings. Her face was cute, matched around her blue fire hair. The second creature was a thin man in a seaweed cloak, you can see his young face, but it looked so waterlogged. The last creature looked like an old man with rocklike texture; he had a grass cape with mushrooms growing on his back. All three made their way to the front and bowed before the stage. The old rock came to the front of the chief.
"Hello young heir," he said with and old man voice. "We three are here representing the species of the island. We will present you with a gift to help lead your people to the future."
The fairy went to the stage first and the glow around her glow brighter. "The gift of the wisps is to ensure the winds blow strong on your ships and make sure you travel swift and sure."
Then the cloaked man came up. "The Draugen's gift is the strength you need to lead your people through the rough and trouble times."
Then the old boulder came and began to wave his hands. "The troll's gift is-"
Before the troll began, a fire blast came and almost hit the stage. Everyone stood in confusion and worry. Suddenly the doors of the hall burst open and a swift black figure zoomed in. it went to the front of the stage and bow. As he rises, I got a good look at it. It was a tall man with black dragon wings on his back. He wore a black robe with a dragon like helmet. You couldn't see his face, but his green like eyes were easy to see. I heard whispers around me; the adults knew what the figure was.
(N.O. Pov )
Stoick, Spitlout, and Gobber looked like they're ready for a fight. But the figure just stood in a prideful matter.
"Well, Well, Well," he said. His voice was a mix of a child and a demon. "Quite a celebration you have Stoick. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and," he looked at the three creature, and made a subtle chuckle. "How Quaint. Even the rabble."
The Wisp wanted to rush at him, but is held back by the troll.
Helhiem turn his attention back to stoick. "I must say, I really felt distressed about not receiving an invitation to such a gathering."
Spitelout jumped in front of stoick with sword in hand. "You and your kind are not welcome here!" he said with anger.
Helheim looked surprise, "not welcomed." He then maintains his figure and poise. "Well, isn't this an awkward situation, isn't it? And here I thought, there was a misunderstanding."
Stoick then got up and approach the figure, with caution in his eyes. "You're not offended?"
If you can see Helheim's face, you could make out a smile. "Why no chief." He then took a number of steps forward towards the stage, making Stoick step back. "and to show I bear no ill will, I too, shall bestow a gift."
"No you won't!" Spitelout yells charging at Heileim with a sword. Heileim just raise his and a fire ball came forth and blasted the sword out of Spitelouts hand.
He then raised his hands and a green flame burst through. He then spoke in a hollow voice. "Listen well, All of you! This village shall prosper with strength and might, it will grow into a village known for its courage and nobility. It shall know peace and order." Everyone had worry in their eyes about this gift, surly there must be a catch.
"Sounds like a lovely gift." Gobber spoke out, but stoick had fear and anger in his eyes.
"But," Helheim continue. "Before the sunsets on the fifth year, the future of your tribe will walk to the ember caves, where they will feel the heat of the Wodensfang's fire. When one flame touches them, they will fall into a sleep like death. And the village will burn!"
Everyone scream with horror and anger. As some people try to charge at Helheim, but he flap his wings and flew through the doors. The people soon turn to panic, horrified about this prophecy. Stoick raised his hands for the people to calm down. After a moment of silence, the old troll came to Stoick.
"Do not worry chief." He said with a little hope in his voice. "I may not be able to break this curse, but I can certainly help." With that, the troll moves his hands and magic dust was all around them. "The troll's gift, is a ray of hope in this prophecy your village will keep. Not in death but just in sleep. And from the slumber they shall wake, with an act of true love will any spell shall break."
With those words said, all anyone could do was pray. Some ceremony this was.