The storm arrived in the afternoon - wind swept the island, making the walls of the many wooden huts shudder and forcing windows open, blowing hay in the air and knocking over many an abandoned cart that had been lazily tied down on the sides of the paths and roads through the main village centre. The curtains on windows blew wildly in the gusts of icy wind - sprinkled with snow and ice as they flew around.
Athen was tucked under Ventus' wing, curled up in many fur blankets and such - keeping as warm as she could as the snow storm blew wildly outside of the great hall where everyone was gathered together to reduce the number of people who might have been trapped in their homes from the large amount of snow that was going to pile up. Athen looked around the hall. It was huge, built into the side of the small mountain in the middle of the village - providing shelter and protection to the people and dragons and animals of the island.
It stood over 40 meters high, the walls - though made of stone - were reinforced with wooden beams, decorated with amazing designs. Where the golden statue of a dragon with a sword through its chest once hung there was now a golden chandelier, candles lit as it swung slowly back and forth and back and forth. Along the walls hung portraits of the previous chiefs and heirs of the tribe, her eyes landed on the latest one where Stoick stood proudly with Hiccup by his side.
Athen let her blue eyes flutter closed as she resided into her thoughts, reliving happy memories, sad memories and all the things she never had time to even think of any more.
Ten-year-old Athen laughed loudly as her uncle taught her how to use a dagger for the first time. The young girl kept missing its mark yet the young girl was having the time of her life, laughing and smiling as she tried to get it right, spinning the blade slightly as it thunked into the target, buried deep in the wood. The chief smiled and clapped.
"Well done my girl," he said.
"But it didn't even hit the centre! Doesn't it have to hit the middle of the circle?" she asked, confusion on her face. He nodded and encouraged her to try again. The memory ended with the man showing her a new way to hold the knife so it went the way she wanted it to go.
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A sixteen-year-old Athen stood in the same arena, in her hands the daggers left effortlessly as she speared the target time and time again. A younger boy was sitting on the edge of the railings of the arena's cover, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched his sister train.
"What are you training for anyway?" the eleven-year-old asked. Athen smiled and shook her head, walking forward and grasping the dagger, yanking it from the wooden target, riddled with holes and slashes.
"You never know what might happen", She said with a small smile, walking over towards him and looking up at him. "You always have to be ready". She paused for a second, "Do you want me to teach you?".
The boy nodded, excited.
**
Athen was nineteen as she carefully leads the young Gallows down the path of the village, the young dragon riders yelled out in happiness as they zoomed by, flying through the air effortlessly. The silver razorwhip longed to be in the air but her wings could not yet carry her properly for a long time like the other, older dragons. Athen petted the metal like dragon and smiled slightly.
"You'll be able to go up there soon Gallows" she spoke, finishing the journey down the path towards her house where her father argued with Gobber in the doorway.
"What is going on here?" the young woman asked and the two men turned towards her.
"Gobbers been bothering me all day with requests to fix everything I own, it's not helping anyone with you running around like that Gobber" Spitelout muttered angrily. Athen nodded. Gobber was just bored - they no longer needed weapons to kill dragons so the blacksmith had nothing to make for the village anymore. Athen Asked the blacksmith to follow her and took him to the great hall, leaving the chief to deal with his childhood friend as Athen and Gallows walked down the road and back to the shore of the ocean.
Gallows blasted the sand with white-hot fire and turned the surface to glass, leaving a smooth surface where the two sat for the sunset that peaked over the horizon.
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Athen felt free as she flew on the back of her dragon, headed out towards the dragon riders new home which they seemed to call the Dragon's Edge, Or the edge for short. She felt the air flying over her as she held onto the saddle on Gallows back. The yellow-eyed dragon roared in elation and pushed himself forwards, flying into the distance and away from the island of Berk and towards the unknown.
It was a long flight that took her through the night and as the sun rose on the edge the inhabitants woke to Athen sitting in the main clubhouse, fixing breakfast and humming to herself. In her hands were the coordinates for the island where they were said to find Viggo Grimborn.
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"She looks peaceful over there" The brown-eyed man spoke. Ryker laughed heartily.
"Your just sick in the heart brother" he laughed and Vigoo glared at him. Ryker rolled his eyes and spoke with a serious tone for once about the subject he had been trying to bring up ever since the woman returned to them from Krogans camp, a topic his brother had been quite good at avoiding for someone who doesn't have any feelings supposedly.
"Ask to court her, if you do it you won't regret it later," The man said, pulling a blanket over him further. Viggo was silent for a moment before getting to his feet and walking towards the black haired woman. She raised her eyes to him when he sat down beside her and spoke in a hushed tone that Ryker couldn't hear over the large amount of other people in the hall.
He could see the small smile on both their faces as they sat together for the rest of the night.
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Mace's and Talons • Viggo Grimborn •
Fanfiction"Perhaps we can come to an agreement of sorts" he said as her dragon held him over the lava with it's tail. "So now you want to talk" she smirked. Athen grew up in a household, dead set on warrior sons; The Jorgensen Household. What Athen lacked in...
