Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35702393-20180628083548/@comment-34320391-20180705155155

^^I tried to make your section canon, Newt. I like it, throwing around your money, and that your parents actually support your innocence. Unlike my mum, who's calculated all the stats, and won't think outside the box. 😢 It was DRAGONS, mum! You gotta believe me! 😂😅

This is a long section as well, but it contains a lot of hidden hints, facts, and characters.

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Nik - A Gronkle Iron Fist / The Leader

They put me in freaking handcuffs! Like I was a terrorist or something. We approached Berk's town square, which, leading from it, was the long flight of stairs to the Mead Hall. I noticed all the angry citizens being forced out of the Mess hall for the urgent Berk Council 'meeting'. It wasn't a meeting, it was the jury. And when there was a jury, there was the judge.

"No! No! Please don't! Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to get free from the guards firm grip. I couldn't go to the Council meeting. Please no, I couldn't.

"Why're you fussing, I've been here before, it's not that bad," Newt said, cringing while thinking about his younger self. A flash of recognition crossed his face, deflating my hopes of innocence even more. "Oh. That's why. You're done for."

"What's his problem?" I heard Red whisper to Newt, confused.

"You'll find out," cut in Trista, her face fearful as well. She was a child prodigy, and she was never one to get in trouble. But even she knew that I was the one in the worst position.

"Do you know who my mother is? This is outrageous! This is a BIG mistake!" I shouted, my last-ditch attempt at freedom, as we marched up the stair.

"Quit struggling, you look more guilty," Trista's whisper pierced my mind. She was right (''of course). ''I solemnly marched up the last steps to greet the wide doors of definite doom.

"Wait is this about the interrogation?" Newt whispered to the guards. He got no response. "I was promised lawyers!"

Newt was shushed as the doors clanged shut.

I entered the Council walls, a prisoner at his deathbed. There were 5 other members in the Hall. The 5 members of the Berkian Council. The 5 members who write the law, keep the peace, give out the punishments. The 5 members who rule Berk.

I knew a few of the members all too well. There was Jorge Spark, Majapi's dad, a great bloke who was probably the kindest and most considerate among the members. Then there was Ganson, a man who was always strict to his word, and some could say a perfectionist, where law and order are what mattered to him the most. After that, there was Hamila, an old lady from a long line of Village Elders, who believed she wiser than the rest of them combined. She probably was, but she acted the part as well, a bit too much. Then there was Riza Larson, a young lady who was, if you ask me, just in the council to get a good mix of the general Berk public.

And finally the leader herself. She was unanimously voted by the Council to be their leader and a good reason too. She was cunning, she was smart, she was ruthless. She was attentive with her eyes and ears and was a flawless problem solver. She was educated with experience and was the best candidate for Berk, no-one could deny that. She ruled with a Gronkle-Iron fist, her will unmoving.

And I was her next victim.

The five of them were sitting around the mellow fire, the five of them on that side, 4 empty chairs on our side. To both sides were two more chairs set precautiously. The two guards sat at the chairs on the right, while Arkin took a seat on the left. One chair was left empty as if it was waiting for someone.

A loud bang of the vast doors, as a girl rushed inside and took a seat.

Cora. She was a witness.

''Yes. We were free!''

And the proceedings began. The leader rose up, taking in her 'guests', her face masked, her stance unmoving. She was not going to forgive so easily.

"Last night, at approximately 9:14 pm a fire was lit in our Berkian forest, north-east, over the hill. This fire continued to burn, scorching the forest, leaving it to ash in the whole of the north-east division of our island. Current developments and recordings indicate that this fire was set deliberately, as, in the cool weather, with the clear sky, no lightning or heat could be to blame. The fire originated somewhere deep within the Berkian forest and was not a machine malfunctioning or another form of accident. This is an unforgivable act, as we all know that we take pride in our unique, lush environment."

The other members of the council nodded in unison, as they waited for her majesty's verdict. I knew where this was heading, I'd seen it play out in my head. I braced for impact.

"We know that this fire was lit on this night, last night, at the times between 9:00 to 9:15 pm. Would you like to continue Clerik?"

One of the two guards stood up and nodded at the leader.

So the guards actually have a use here...

"Yes, thank you. My team and I have spent the late hours of last night and this morning creating a list of suspects of this crash. As you very well know, anyone to enter or leave these Berkian waters are recorded, and their specific whereabouts are always monitored."

"Well, they missed Riley," I whispered to Newt, and he chuckled. The guard ignored us and continued.

"As I questioned local residents, we came to the conclusion we had all citizens accounted for. Except for 5. You four and Cora." The man, Clerik, glanced at Cora suspiciously again, and Cora starred daggers back. Whatever history they had, I had no clue.

"And yes, even Geoffrey was accounted for, heading into the station at 8. The likely suspect was innocent, so we had no other leads to fall to. Except you four."

I sighed, that name was probably the only likely person in the whole of Berk to do it. He was the only one crazy enough, as rumours tell. Clerik continued.

"All five of you were reported to have been at this big party at the arena by other teenagers. This party is legal, but we still have no evidence as to how and by whom it was constructed by. Then they reported that Cora had left at approximately 8:57 pm, upset about something."

"Something like lighting a fire, of course!" screeches Hamila, the Village Elder.

"Please refrain yourself," our judge calmly told. "Clerik, continue."

"A few minutes later, at 9:04, all four of you ran chasing a boy who we were unable to match by the descriptions given by witnesses. We, as the Berk's Auxillary would like to question you about this person later. We were unable to find any leads after your disappearance until this young man here stepped forward to present his evidence."

"The name's Arkin, a name you'll all get familiar with. Isn't that right Meadow?"

"Please, Arkin, only speak when being spoken to. Thank you Clerik, now Arkin, please present your evidence."

"Basically, I was unable to sleep that night. I heard the sounds of rushing footsteps. I headed outside and I saw him, him, snobby Trista and the red-head, Meadow." I just sat there, jaw dropped, stunned by this kids arrogance, in a courtroom where everyone was far more superior than he was.

"Thank you, Arkin," snapped the leader, clearly forcing him to shut it. "Cora, briefly mention your argument, we haven't got all day."

"What? Oh, right. Well, I was outside the arena, upset for a different reason, and I met with the accused. They were all running up the hill in a hurry."

"Why? Were they chasing the mysterious boy?" questioned the leader, cutting her off, pressing for her credibility.

"What? Yes. I mean no. Well, my point is I could see the fire before they ran up the hill."

"But what evidence do you have, my dear? Were you with the four at 9:14 last night?"

"Well, no..."

"Well, that's case closed then, there's no evidence there," huffed Granson.

"On the topic of Cora, the Auxillary would also like to question you on your handling of a weapon, specifically a bow in a public venue. And you're underage to hunt." Clerik butt in, slightly smirking as he'd just won a war against Cora. Cora stared daggers but sat down on her seat, mouthing "I'm Sorry" to us. Newt put up a thumbs up, but I knew that was not what he was feeling.

The leader stood up once more, to give us her verdict.

"I'll wrap this up quickly. You all, with the evidence that has been given, have been convicted of having lit the fire. We know you all are underage, and we will sentence you lightly, but you are all arsonists, destroying our beautiful habitat. For that, you all must pay the price."

The Berkian Council cheered.

"You will all be marked, so you must have impeccable behaviour, you especially Newt, or you'll face harsher punishments. You will all be enforced a curfew of 8:30 pm, where you must report to your guardian. That it is the current verdict until further notice."

Garson and Hamila muttered for more harsh punishments, but the leader silenced them.

"I have received word that Newt's father is opposing this verdict, and will take this matter to a High Court, in the act of retaining his son's innocence. I wish them the best of luck, and a day will be set in the near future to hear this case. You may believe you have gotten lucky, but your parents have been told of this and it is expected to receive sterner restrictions from them."

With this the leader eyed me directly, her face emotionless.

"With this, I declare this meeting closed."

"Don't we get a say in this?" I called out.

"Do you wish to oppose me?" the leader asks incredulously, her face now angry and cold.

"No....mum."

Red stared at me, shocked as I attempted to hide my face. Both Trista and Newt looked away, not wanting to get into my personal fight.

Yes, my mum was the leader of Berk, the ruthless head who leads with a Gronkle-Iron fist. She was unmoving, and always expected the best. Of her nation, her people, her son.

My mother was a psychopath, and, damn, I was dead.

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