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17. You're Not Turning Into A Dragon, Tuff!

Talulahh's POV:

"Are you sure you've got the recipe recipe right?" Gobber asked Fishlegs.

"Of course I'm sure. Three parts limestone, two parts sandstone, one part iron ore. And now, the secret ingredient. One giant spoon of cooled and hardened Gronckle lava." Fishlegs explained.

"Gronckle lava! Of course!" Gobber marveled. Everyone was trying to shoot at the target made out of Gronckle iron to see how strong it was.

Saph and I were sitting out on this one. Mostly because Sapphire doesn't breath fire so there would be no point. I sat near the edge of the dome, leaning on Saph while Chip rested next to me.

"All right." Astrid walked up to Gobber and Fishlegs. "Let's see how your Gronckle iron holds up against a close range spine shot."

"Be our guest."

"Stormfly! Spines!"

Tuff, covered in leaves, was slowly walking in front of the target. Luckily all the spines missed him and bounced off the target. "Thank Thor. You guys are not gonna believe what just happened. It was-" He got cut off by the target falling on top of him.

"Oh!" I stood up, hoping to help Tuff.

"We'll talk in a little bit." He said, before falling unconscious.

After Tuff woke he sat down to tell us his story. "There I was, me and my inner nut."

"Tuff, what happened out there?" Hiccup asked.

"It was dark. So dark, Hiccup. Not even the moon to light my merry way. Then all of the sudden, out of the darkness, red eyes, ferocious teeth, a growl that could peel the beak off a chicken!" Chicken clicked nervously from beside Tuff.

"Sorry. Metaphor." Tuffnut assured his feathered friend  before getting back into the story. "It grabbed me and tossed me around like a rag doll, a very handsome rag doll. And then, it left me for dead."

"Tuffnut, can you tell us anything else about what attacked you?" Fishlegs asked, trying to get more information.

"It was far too fast. Too cagey, too quick...give me another adjective." Tuff said.

"Ooh!" Snotlout spoke up."How about, 'imaginary'." Everyone laughed at his comment besides Tuff.

"Laugh and guffaw, if you must." Tuff said."about would an imaginary beast give you one of these?" He showed us a large bite mark on his right arm.

"Ugh! There's nothing anywhere that matches this. The Book of Dragons, Bork's papers, even the Dragon Eye." Fishlegs said, looking through his paper, trying to find a bite mark that matched Tuff's.

"Won't be in any of those." Gobber said.

"Gobber?"

"It's obvious." He said, though it really wasn't. "We're all thinking the same thing."

"I can pretty much guarantee you we're not. But why don't you tell us what you're thinking?" Hiccup said to the man.

"Lycanwing." Gobber said ominously."The Lycanwing Dragon us a rare beast, and a vicious one at that. Those who survive its bite are not actually survivors at all. They are doomed to a life as half-man, half-Lycanwing."

He continued, "At the height of every full moon, the condemned Viking transforms into a terrifying dragon!
Wings the size of a house, teeth stronger than Gronckle iron, and a thirst for blood." Tuff yelped in fear.

"Tuff, the Lycanwing is a legend. It's not a real dragon. Gobber, have you ever seen a Lycanwing?" Hiccup asked, trying to reassure the boy.

"No."