A Nameless Creed

A Nameless Creed

Ch 1

Decisions:

It was cold, -40° cold. Astrid had no idea why she was even out here much less why she was trudging through the snow laden forests. Her teeth chattered, why must they live here? She held tightly on to a bundle of wood. Her mum was sick and needed warmth. Fire, fire meant wood. She thought she heard a tree fall and was making her way to it, she thought. This journey gave her time to think, and for some reason unknown to her, her thoughts drifted to Hiccup. Hiccup, that traitor! Why didn't he just kill the dragon, or at least leave it alone when it got away. But no, he had to befriend the ride on a Night Fury! Where was he when the brains were handed out? She was so preoccupied that she fell and went face first into the snow.

"Why, into this Thor forsaken snow! Ugh! That was such a Hiccup move!"

She screamed and swore until tears began to pour down her face. Why was she so sad? The wood she was carrying was all in the snow. She proceeded to pick it up when she saw. The tree branch she had tripped over was just the tip of a forest giant.

"Whoa….." Astrid stood in stunned silence. And she saw it. It looked like a green night fury. She thought of going back to the village for help but that would make her look like Astrid the helpless. No, she'd just kill it now. Slowly Astrid inched forth; she had never seen this kind of dragon before. All she had was her dagger. No axe, no sword, no shield. Dagger. That was all. She found it strange the dragon made no move to attack. Weird, maybe it was asleep. Then the dragon opened its eyes. They were sky blue, just like hers, and almost human. She stopped dead, the dragon looking strait at her but not attacking. She saw why, one of the dragons wings was broke, it was in to much pain to move, it was downed. And there was the dragon helpless, downed, and broken. Astrid was stunned at the waves of sympathy she felt. This was a dragon the beast responsible for her mother's sickness, and so much more. She despised them, relished their pain, loved causing it, and killing them. The last thing this, this beast deserved was sympathy; they deserved the worst death possible. Yet sympathy was what she felt. She tried to fight it, to stop it. But those eyes, they were, haunting. And was it, wait, how? Yes, yes it was. This dragon, this heartless creature, who killed them, took their food, was crying. Astrid saw why. A girl, black hair under the dragon's wings. Astrid was very confused all of the sudden. There was a saddle on its back, a girl in its arms. How could this be? Dragons were ruthless killing machines, born and bread for that very purpose, to kill Vikings, take their livestock, and burn their villages. But from this dragon mouth came no fire, no growl, no roar. But instead something like a worried purr. And in its eye a pleading worry, in a hope that this seemingly unarmed girl would help. It spoke no words yet you could fill books with what it said. Those eyes, those piercing pleading eyes said "take care of her for me, will you? Please?" Please. Astrid inched forward. The dragon stretched out it arms, handing the girl to Astrid. Astrid held her, then looked at the dragon and said

"Yes, dragon, yes. I'll take care of her for you."

The dragon looked relived but still pained. It could not fly. She distantly remembered Gobber's words: a downed dragon is a dead dragon. Astrid was so confused. Torn between letting this beast of doom die or helping the creature that saved the girl. She looked at it's eyes once more, as if looking for answers. No longer was there a look of pleading but rather a look of satisfaction, the girl was safe. She would be no better than the dragon if she left it out here to die in utter agony. The forest was silent as if every ear was turned to here what she would say. Finally, Astrid broke the silence with a decision, a decision that would change her life forever. "I'll help your girl, dragon" she said.

"And you"

End of Ch1