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The Outcast Lands EXTENDED EDITION	By : jopster11 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 12768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
As the night progressed, Astrid was comforted to find that Hiccup’s fever broke. Unluckily, after a few nightmares throughout the night, his father began to ask questions. Hiccup had still been too groggy to answer them and that left her being the one having to answer them. She had to tell him everything she knew.
It was late at night, and everyone was sleeping throughout the cave. Taking advantage of it, Astrid quietly slipped out of the cave. The storm had long passed, leaving a perfect view of the starry sky. Astrid was astonished how quickly the weather seemed to change on this island.
Astrid explored through the forest, but not too far away from the cave. The last thing she needed was to get lost, but she also needed some privacy. She walked as far away as she dared to, without losing sight of the cave through the trees. She gave one last look around to make sure that no one was around, as she unbuckled her belt and removed her spiked, warrior skirt.
She placed it on top of a large rock sticking up from the ground, to keep it from getting muddy. After untying the laces, she pulled down her pants to her ankle. Now exposed, she positioned herself and then squatted as close to the ground as she could.
She let out a soft, pleasurable sigh as a stream of warm, yellow urine flowed from the lips between her inner thighs. As she relieved herself, she started thinking about home. She wished to the gods that she was back there rather than on this forsaken island. This adventure was quickly becoming distasteful to say in the least. Never in her life had she felt so… helpless. They were stuck on this island with no signs of human life anywhere, and with no way to leave. Yes, they had another ship racing to find help, but who’s to say that something did not happen to them?
Ever since they left on this journey, it felt like everything that could go wrong did. It was as if the gods were against them. Stormfly said that she was taking them to find help, but Astrid was not sure if the dragon could be trusted. She was already proving to have a reputation of lying. The dragon was hiding something, and the young Viking warrior was going to find a way to find out what it was.
As she finished relieving herself, she promptly stood up and made herself presentable again. After re-buckling her belt of skulls, she turned to make her way back to the camp. With Hiccup feeling better, perhaps things will begin to look up tomorrow.
“Watcha doing, Camicazi?” Stormfly jumped out from behind a tree, causing Astrid to scream as she stumbled backwards a few steps.
Astrid muttered a few choice words as she regained her composure. “What are you doing, sneaking up on me like that? Also, will you stop calling me ‘Camicazi’ already? My name is Astrid!”
The dragon inquisitively tilted her head, unsure why she protested. “But you look more like a ‘Camicazi’.”
Astrid growled with frustration as she brushed herself off. The dragon remained curious about her reaction. “Whatcha doing?”
It took some effort to calm herself after the scare the dragon gave her. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to think.”
“About what?”
Astrid was not in the mood to talk, especially to a talking dragon, yet she found herself treating the dragon as human. She had no idea why she even bothered doing so; it may have the ability to talk, but it was still just an animal. Who knew a talking dragon could challenge everything she knew about dragons. “I was wishing I was back at home rather than on this stupid island.”
“There may be evil on this island, but I promised to take you to help.”
Astrid looked at the dragon with leery eyes. “What kind of evil are you talking about?”
Stormfly changed color; but to what shade, she could not tell. There was not enough light for her to see clearly, but she was certain that it was not violet. “At sunrise, we must continue our journey. We can’t afford to stay in one play for too long.”
“Why? What’s out there that we need to be aware of?” Astrid pushed, feeling as if she was intentionally trying to hide the truth.
“Don’t worry, Camicazi. I’ll lead you away from harm.”
Before Astrid had a chance to respond, the dragon turned around and made her way back into the cave. Stormfly knew perfectly well what the evil was, and it terrified her. She wanted to tell Viking girl, but the dragon was too scared. She had been severely traumatized; just thinking about it was more than she could bare. With any luck, she could lead the Vikings away from the evil.
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When Hiccup awakened, he had more energy than he’s had in weeks. It had been a very long times since he felt this well rested, despite a few nightmares that, he now only vaguely remembered. Until now, he was beginning to wonder if these nightmares were some kind of warning; but now, he wasn’t so sure. Perhaps they were nothing more than frightening dreams.
Feeling the stiffness of his body, he stretched out his extremities to loosen his muscles up. As he did, his father sat beside him in behind the the burnt out fire pit which was still smoking. “You gave us quite a scare last night. How are you feeling?”
“Eh, I could go for some breakfast right about now.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that,” Stoick chuckled before his mood became more serious. “So, are you going to tell me about these dreams you’ve been having.”
“Sorry, I had to tell him,” Astrid said, joining the conversation and taking a seat on the other side of Hiccup.
Hiccup had no doubt that his father forced it out of her; perhaps it WAS time that the truth had come out. “It’s nothing, really. It’s only a few bad dreams… eeeeevery day for a few weeks.”
Stoick shook his head, blaming himself for this. The boy was barely a man, and he’s already been given a title. Ivar The Fearsome gave him the name ‘Hiccup the Horrendous’ when he paid Berk an unexpected visit a few months earlier. To earn such a frightening sounding title was the greatest honor bestowed on only those Vikings whose accomplishments are worthy to be told for generations to come. Hiccup had forever changed the way Vikings related with Dragons, and defeated two very deadly beasts on top of that. One of those beasts was the deadly Shadow Lord, the very dragon that Ivar the Fearsome was hunting. Ivar bestowed the title to Hiccup, knowing that his mark on Viking history had only just begun.
With such an honor given to him, more responsibility was thrust upon Hiccup, even at his young age. Stoick never thought twice about placing such a heavy burden on his son, but maybe he should have. “Perhaps I’ve overloaded you with responsibility?”
“No, Dad! That’s not it at all!” Hiccup urged. “I—I can handle the authority, Dad! That’s not the problem. I—I—I can’t explain what’s going on, but from what I remember of my dreams, the one thing that’s been constant in all of them is this strange old native woman. It can’t be a coincidence.”
This conversation was quickly involving the whole group. All of his friends and even Gobber had wondered over to them. Gobber overheard his description of the old woman, and he could hold his tongue no longer. “You’ve been bewitched boy! I’d bet my one good leg that your dreams are coming from a witch.”
“Gobber, not now!” Stoick was getting tired of these talks about witches and spooks. This was a particular inappropriate time to start that nonsense again.
Hiccup had no desire to get involved in that discussion again. Gobber was convinced that unnatural powers were behind all their misfortune. As wise and experienced of a warrior as he was, he did have a tendency to let his imagination get the better of him. Hiccup tended to believe that the past few days were just a string of bad luck, but these dreams of this elder woman, over the past few weeks, did give him some pause on his skepticism.
In excitement, Toothless pushed through the Vikings to get to Hiccup, who was quick to hover over Hiccup. All the Vikings laughed as Hiccup had to try to push the exuberant dragon off and get him to stop licking him. “Okay, okay!”
When the dragon finally calmed down and backed away, Hiccup decided it was time to stand up. He looked down at his artificial leg to see that the spring-loaded clamp, his prosthetic foot, was gone. All he had left was a shortened wooden stump.
“Here, let me help you,” Astrid said.
With Stoick’s aide, she helped him up. Standing with a wooden stump did not prove too hard. When Astrid and Stoick backed away, Hiccup tried to take a few steps, but without the metal clamp, walking proved to be quite difficult. Astrid stepped in and caught him before he fell to the face. “I think I’m gonna have to help for a while.”
“I think we should pack up and head back to the shore. Who knows what’s still out there on this island,” Bitwolf suggested. The Young Vikings nodded their heads; all of them were starting to feel as if that was the best course of action.
Stoick surprised them all with his response. “I think we’ve seen enough of this Island. We’re heading back to the main camp ‘til help arrives.”
Astrid looked around for Stormfly, wondering what she had to say about this decision, but the dragon was nowhere to be seen. “Has anyone seen the Mood Dragon this morning?”
All the young Vikings looked at each other with blank looks on their faces. “I’ve been up before everyone else; the dragon was long gone when I got up.” Tuffnut replied.
“No you weren’t! At sunrise, you were still fast asleep in your own drool!” Ruffnut replied, punching her twin brother in the shoulder.
“Hey!”
“The dragon left while we were all asleep?” Snotlout asked the question that everyone was mulling over. The dragon seemed almost inseparable to Astrid since they met; now, Stormfly was nowhere to be seen.
“Uh, there’s something lurking through the bushes outside!” Fishlegs announced nervously.
Everyone’s attention went to the bushes near the entrance of the cave. The sound of twigs snapping and leaves crunching from a distance alerted them that something was indeed approaching. Anyone who had a weapon and was capable of wielding them quickly pulled them out.
Stoick and Gobber stepped in front of the young Vikings, serving as a line of defense for the young Vikings. Stoick knew that it was an overreaction; the young Vikings were very capable in defending themselves. With Hiccup unable to ride Toothless and lead his friends, however, they were severely handicapped.
Stoick held his hammer high, ready to attack any dragon that attacked them. If it was Stormfly, everyone’s nerves would quickly subside, but up to this point, the Mood Dragon had never resorted to sneaking around. Viking instinct told him that this was not Stormfly who was approaching.
Stepping out of the brushes were three bulky Vikings who nearly dropped their weapons when they saw their group at the mouth of the cave. The one of the middle had the largest horned helmet and was dressed as a Viking chief. As a chief, himself, he could recognize another instantly.
“I knew I heard voices,” the chief said as he lowered his giant ax. “I don’t recognize any of you, though.”
Stoick lowered his hammer, overjoyed to, finally, run into another human for once. His first reaction to seeing them almost had himself pinching his arm to make sure he was still awake. At last, the gods had finally decided to give them a break for once. “Thank Odin we’re not the only Vikings here. We were stranded here by a giant storm. We were unaware that a Viking tribe inhabited this island.”
The Viking chief laughed. “We don’t get many visitors to our island due to these silly superstitious rumors out there.”
“So—so the island is not haunted?” Fishlegs found the courage to speak, especially if what he was hearing was true.
“Those rumors are nothing but children tales run amuck, I assure you. This island maybe called the Outcast Lands, but there is nothing haunted about it.”
“That’s good to hear. These stories were starting to play havoc on our moral,” Stoick chuckled. “I’m Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe of Berk.
“Welcome, Stoick the Vast. The Outcast tribe welcomes you all to come to our village in your time of need. I’m the chief of this small, but mighty tribe; they call me Alvin the Treacherous!”
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