Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-36570662-20181223024110/@comment-37150451-20190106112938

Isla

''I’m sorry, Michael. I know you didn’t really want this, and I understand that. I don’t know if you’d rather your brother be Chief than you. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry. I just…you have true Chief blood and I wanted you to be Chief. I’ll admit it. Your brother is…annoying. So I don’t want him as Chief but not you. I don’t know…but maybe…after everything…I…like…y—''

STOP IT, ISLA!

Gee, THAT was what I was thinking to say to Michael. Woah. What I was thinking was true though. Maybe he…doesn’t appreciate all of this? ''I dragged him into all of this. ''Oh Michael…

Trust me, I didn’t want to think about what I thought just then.

Michael’s bro, Michael and I exited the Chief’s home. Michael’s brother stepped in front of us. His joking, happy face was now a furious face you wouldn’t want to mess with. “All your fault,” he spat. “My dream could’ve came true! Think about what you’ve done!” He then sprinted the other way, out of sight. Yeah, I sadly thought. I’ve been thinking of what I’ve done…

I looked at Michael. “Listen, Michael,” I slowly said. “I’m sorry. You never asked for this. This was—”

Michael waved his hand away. “Nah, it’s fine,” he said. I arched my brows at him. “You were right. I was doubting myself. I wouldn’t admit it. Being Chief has been my dream too. I just…never believed in myself. Mostly because of...well…people…who had kept on telling me I wasn’t…good at this stuff. When I was eight, every night when I walked back home…they came. People…may have bashed me up and told me I could never lead anyone and be…a Chief. This stopped when I was ten. It stopped because I believed those people. That I would never be good enough for leading.”

I gasped. Who would do that?! Bash someone up and ruin their dreams, make them not believe in themselves but make them doubt themselves? “Hey, hey it’s OK,” Michael immediately said. “It’s fine. I’m better now…because…because you came. You got me into wanting to lead and be Chief again. You made me now believe in myself. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have found out I was an important descendent. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here where I am now. Isla,” he breathed in. “Thank you. Don’t be sorry. I stopped believing in myself, but now, I am changing. In a good way. If you…know what I mean.”

I smiled. “This may sound weird, but I kinda want to give you a hug right now.” Michael barked a laugh. I laughed too. I’m not a hugger, but I wanted to give him one. So…

I hugged him. So tight.

I didn’t see Michael’s reaction, since I was closing my eyes, but I was pretty sure he was taken back by surprise. Later on he hugged me back. After a moment, I quietly and slowly said, “I remember…when I was in the orphanage. When I was eight years old…I heard a boy crying outside. Once, I saw him…and he had been bashed up.” I looked up at him. “I never saw him again after I was ten…was that you?”

Michael sighed. “I remember seeing a worried girl peek out of the orphanage window and was looking at me. Concern in her eyes. I never saw her again after I was ten…was that you?”

“Yes,” we both said at the same time.

I hugged him again, even more tight. I quietly sobbed in his shoulders. ‘I’m sorry,” I quietly said. “I never helped you when you were hurt. And how you stopped believing in yourself after what those people did to you.”

“Don’t be,” he said, as he let go of me. “It’s all good. The end. Oh, and I got something for you.” He whistled and out of nowhere came Inferno. What? He had Garmal’s chicken! “I owe you one after you got my licence back, remember?” I laughed as I gently punched him in the shoulder.

“I was joking around!” I giggled as I took the bruised chicken. “I guess I’ll take him anyway. Garmal’s dragon will just play with him more and eventually kill him.” I turned to Michael. “And did you and Inferno plan to give me this chicken?”

Michael ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Nooooo…” he mumbled. “Um…yeah, no!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, Chief,” I laughed. I asked him what his brothers name was, and he answered with, “Jeremy,” (which in my opinion suited him) and I asked if Jeremy even cared what happened to Michael. He said Jeremy was extremely protective of him, which I found hilarious because Jeremy ''sure doesn’t act like it. ''After more talking, Michael revealed the people who bashed him up was Garmal and his gang, which made sense because Garmal would’ve known Michael was a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid, so that was probably why he took all the faith out of Michael so he can’t be Chief.

That son of a half troll, yak dung and yaknog eater, sweet mother Thor flippin’ fat, chubby, cry baby I’ll kill that Grub Garmal I swear. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a dagger in my eye, the end.

I realized it was getting dark. ''Fudge cake. I felt so safe and…well, happy ''here, talking to Michael, but I have to go. It’s the last trial tomorrow.

The last trial.

''Game on, son of a half troll, yak dung and yaknog eater, sweet mother Thor flippin’ fat, chubby, cry baby Grub Garmal. Let’s see who will be a guardian. ''I looked at Michael. And let’s see who will be Chief.



"Today will be the day of your final Trial."

Oh gods…

"This Trial is the one where we will judge whether you are worthy enough to become a guardians. However, I promise it will be the final one."

''It better be. ''

"To begin with, you must group together into two separate teams. Then, line up at these," Freygair pointed to two identical obstacle courses at the edge of the arena, "courses where you will begin."

This is it, mum and dad, yours and my dream is coming—

SMACK.

“Ah!” I yelled. I glared at what hit me. Uh, Garmal’s dragon’s tail smacked me in my face. ''He interrupted my never ending thoughts! ''Which meant revenge time…

“Oops, sorry, nan,” Yak dung Garmal spat, before flying away on his dragon. I growled. Thordammit I missed my daily punch of him.

“Just ignore him,” a soft, gentle voice said from behind me. Michael. “Look at Freygair,” he pointed out, bursting out laughing. I gazed over at The Elder Guy. Woah…that’s an old, wrinkly face you wouldn’t want to mess with. He was doing a death glare at me, which clearly said, “You start fights you start living in that orphanage again and not be a guardian.”

I laughed. “Meh.” Who cares? That Frey Freygair Ingy Ingerman shouldn’t kick me out. I turned back to Michael. Wait, what? He brought Melissa! What is it with this guy and surprises? My good ol’ Melissa friend was holding my chicken I now owned, Slappy. Why is he named that, you ask? Just look at Indigo’s face that has been slapped by a chicken and you’ll know why. Talking about Indigo, she and Emerald was here! I also realized Marshall was here! He never leaves his home! Same as Melissa! Can my smile get any bigger? “Thanks, you peeps!” I laughed.

“Good 'uck, matey,” Marshall said.

“Go get them, girl!” Melissa cheered.

“Show em’ whose a guardian,” Michael smiled.

“Sure thing, Your Majesties,” I smirked before running to, well you know who. Rita, Aud, Ar, Aidan and then Kate and Katina.

So, Aud and Rita were starting the race, Aidan was doing the climbing, Ar was doing the monkey bars, Katina was doing the hurdles and Kate and Sniper were shotting the targets and had to dodge shooting arrows along the way.

And me?

I got no idea.

I guess I was a backup in case anyone got hurt. Which, to be honest, I was quite disappointed about…meh, let’s just get started!

"THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!" Freygair yells. Oh Thor, my future is about to happen, I nervously thought. It all happened so quick! Rita started, perfection. Then Aud, perfection. Then Aidan, perfection. Then Ar, perfection. Then Kate, perfec—WAIT WHAT, KATE!!! Kate just got hit by an arrow!

What a safe playground.

“She looks in no condition to go on, someone needs to help her!" Aidan yelled. Of course. I flew on Inferno over to Kate.

"Kate, let me pass on the baton, you are in no condition to run," I ordered.

"Thanks," Kate said, tears in her eyes. "Thanks, friend." I nodded and dodged the rest of the arrows (Whoa, that arrow nearly hit my ugly pimple), perfection. Then I handed the baton to Katina, who did the hurdles, perfection. Now, we all raced our dragons to the end. ''Perfection! ''So, what’s next? ''Wait, that’s it! Did we win though? I wasn’t paying attention…I was too focused on steering Inferno to the finish line not the exit…what if we didn’t—''

"THE WINNERS ARE, AIDAN, KAT, AR, ISLA, RITA, AUD, AND KATE. PLEASE WELCOME OUR NEW GUARDIANS OF THE HIDDEN WORLD!" Freygair announced to the enormous audience. WHAT!

“YES! YES! WE DID IT!” I yelled along with everyone else. “WE ARE THE GUARDIANS OF THE HIDDEN WORLD! WE BEAT THE OTHER TEAM OF YAK DUNG!” I felt like I was dreaming…

While everyone went to their families, except Aud, Rita, Kate and me. Was I dreaming. Ahhhhh! I don’t know! After hugging everyone (which is not what I do but who cares), I went up to a screaming Aud, who was jumping around having the time of her life. “AUD!” I shouted. “SLAP ME!”

“OK!” Aud yelled back, slapping me across the cheek. Owwwww…that hurt big time…I felt that…

WHICH MEANS I’M NOT DREAMING THIS IS REAL AHHHHHH! HOLY YUMMY YAK STEW AHHHHHH!

I ran around the group of girls, not realizing Kate had to go. And also not realizing I was now hugging Michael so tight, tackling him to the ground. Aww, poor Michael. He is going be sore tonight and will have a big bruise in the shoulder, probably bigger than the one on my cheek. Oh well.

But my dream has come true. My parents dream had come true, too.

I could’ve never been more happier in my life.

My name is Isla Grace Anderson, and I’m now officially a Guardian of The Hidden World.