Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180617024644/@comment-34320391-20180619083720

Okay... (First I'm a guy, but I take my anonymity as a compliment).😊

Secondly, is this descendants or children? I thought we were in the 21st Century? (HTTYD is set in the 11th..., Therefore Granpa Throk is immortal)

Thirdly, are we doing it in First Person or Third Person?

Nik

I re-examined the 11th Century sketch in the book open next to me. The picture was very vague and you could just make three islands on the square board. Beside the drawing was some ancient hieroglyphs which I suspected was Ancient Norse.

"Are you sure this is how we play?" I asked the older boy opposite me.

Majapi furrowed his eyebrows in frustration and replied calmly, "Yes, I am. Ancient chiefs used to play this game to plan for wars."

I cautiously eyed my opponent as I moved my piece to take out his chief. I stifled a laugh as I saw the shock flash across his eyes.

"Then why's it so easy? Checkmate..." I replied light-heartedly, mocking the older boy after another defeat.

"It's not Chess." Majapi muttered but began to pack up the board. With an annoyed glance at me, he headed out of the mess hall. Mess hall. Once called a Mead Hall apparently, but that tradition died decades ago. Tradition. Berk was told to have a rich tradition, one of the greatest empires in the Archipelago, but any the evidence was proved to be myths.

I noticed that Majapi, in his hasty exit, had left his antique book on the table. I skimmed through the pages, disbelieving that anyone would believe these far-fetched myths. A flight suit, a flaming sword and of course, dragons. I flicked to the back of the book. I wasn't surprised to see the book to have been updated by the man of Legend, Hiccup Haddock the Third. The Dragon Conquerer. His iconic seal was stamped below his name, a sleek black dragon in a spiral shape. Its name? Only Majapi would know.

I shut the book and scanned the mess hall, looking for someone to talk to. I eyed Cora on the far end, acting rather unusual, not her usual talkable self. She was clearly upset. She probably had another argument with her father. I thought of approaching her but decided against it. I then noticed Cora's face light a bit as the mess hall's doors swung open again. A familiar girl stepped into the hall. She was back.

I stood up from my desk and weaved through the rows of tables towards the entrance. Red was back. At closer inspection, I noticed she looked tired and upset by something as well.

Why is everyone upset?

Unlike Cora, Red didn't seem to want to be alone. Red seemed angry. What for, I could only guess. Red's usually okay to speak with, but I headed towards her, bracing for the worst.

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