Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-37150451-20181221074716

Isla

I arched my brows at this important peep. “So…good trials,” Michael said, scratching the back of his head. I narrowed my eyes at him. Why do I  feel as if he is stalking me? “Um…so about this—”

“Will you tell the Chief? That you’re a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid?” I interrupted in impatience.

“About that, I don’t think I should.”

In a sudden, I punched Michael in the shoulder. Not too hard, but Michael thought it was hard. “Ahhhh!” he yelped. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I think you’re doubting yourself,” I replied with.

“Oh, just because of that, huh?” Michael muttered. “Well I’m not. I’m happy with the life I have got now! A fireman, a person who just wants ''a normal life. ''Is that all I can ask? Listen, Isla. This isn’t your choice! It’s mine! And my choice is to stay with this life…” Michael looked down at the ground.

I was about to argue back but then I paused. Michael…does have a point. This is his choice. Not mine. I gazed at The Hidden World around me. All of these people, all of these dragons…and a Chief has to take care of all of this? How…how hard! I don’t think I’ll be able to do all of that! I’m giving Michael a hard time.

“F-fine,” I murmured. “Fine. Yes. Your choice. Not mine. L-let’s just act as if—”

“—None of this happened,” Michael finished for me. We smiled at each other.

“Seriously though,” I said, obviously forgetting we were supposed to act nothing had happened. “Are you proud of who you are a descendent of?”

“Of course! I have read a million books about them!” Michael said, also forgetting we were supposed to be acting like ‘nothing happened’. “It’s just…” he trailed off, figuring out the write words to say.

“It’ll be hard,” I ended the sentence for him. “OK, full stop. The end. No body is going to know you’re a descendent of Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson!”

“Oooo! Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson?!” a starting voice, similar to Michael’s, interrupted our conversation. Afterwards, a taller, muscular man than Michael approached us, and tackled Michael to the ground, having him in a headlock. “What are you saying? A descendent of them?” the mysterious man smirked. “My little ''broooooo! ''How surprising is this!?”

“Hey! Get off him!” I snarled. I kicked the man in the face, threw him off Michael and kicked him ‘where-the-sun-don’t-shine’.

“OWWWWW! WHAT THE THOR!!! Why would YOU DO THAT!?” he yelped in pain. I was about to charge at him again, but Michael immediately got up from the ground and held me away from the man.

“Isla! Calm down!” he yelled. “It’s fine!” I awkwardly realized he had to sort of hug me to stop me from getting away from the man.

The man must of have realized this too. “Aw, little Mikey is now growing up!” He pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye.

“Shut it!” Michael snapped. Gee, I’ve never seen him so angry like this. “Isla, it’s OK. This…” He sighed. “This is my—"

“Brother. Call me smart, call me handsome, call me whatever you want!” the man interrupted. My eyes widened. What!? “Hello, milady.” Suddenly, the man hugged me tightly. “So this is who my little bro is hanging out with? Hm. So anyway—OW! WHY DID SHE PUNCH ME!? SHE IS FEISTY, MIKEY! FIESTY! RUN AWAY, MIKEY! RUN AWAY! IT’LL BE SAFE-OW!!!” The man fell to the ground, because I punched and kicked him. Hard.

“That’s what happens to strangers who hugs me so tightly that I can’t breathe!” I snapped. I whirled around to face Michael. “A ''brother?! What!? ''So there is another descendent of Hiccup and Astrid!?” I covered my mouth with my hands. I really didn’t want Michael’s brother to know this and go for Chief. I’d rather Michael go for it!

However, to my disappointment, Michael’s brother heard this. “Aha!” he yelled. “I knew it! A descendent of Hiccup and Astrid!? Boy, isn’t this some news to the Chief!” He happily skipped away, singing, “Who shall be CHIEF?! Should it be Mikey or should it be ME!? Well, let’s SEE!”

I sprinted after him. What the…I was a great sprinter! So why can’t I catch up with this lunatic?! Michael was running after me, calling, “OK, I don’t want him to be Chief…” So I called back, “Well then you’ll have to try out!” Michael’s brother reached the Chief’s home, along with us.

The Chief was on top of the tallest pillar, waving to everyone. Michael’s brother went straight up to the Chief and started to tell him that he is a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid. Uh oh. The Chief will just give him the job! I was going to stop them, but the guards blocked our way and grabbed hold of Michael and I. I struggled to get free, but it was no use. I saw the Chief’s eyes widen, as he announced to half of the village surrounding us, “Attention! Attention! Thank you! Thank you!” he shouted. “Now, now. This young man here tells me he is a descendent of the great Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson!” The crowd dramatically gasped. “The law says it, young descendent,” the Chief said, facing Michael’s brother, “That if there is true Chief blood, the job of Chief will be handed to that specific person straight away. I don’t have that blood, however.” He turned to the crowd. “SO I HEREBY ANNOUNCE, THAT OUR NEW CHIEF IS—”

“WAIT!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Great, now all of the attention was on me. The guards let go of me on the Chief’s command, and I stepped forward. “Um…” I started. “Well, thank you, Chief. Nice to see you…” OK, I wasn’t too good with crowds like HALF A VILLAGE! “Um…” The Chief looked impatient. Michael’s bro looked worried, and Michael looked like he didn’t want his brother to get the job, but he didn’t want it either. ''But I want him to get it. ''“Yes, the Chief is right!” I yelled. “Chief blood gets it! But what if there are TWO descendants?! Michael, come forward.” Michael came forward. “Thank you. This, is also a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid!”

The Chief looked lost, the village gasped dramatically again, Michael looked worried, and his brother looked furious.

The Chief came forward and shouted, “Well then. Descendants, I’ll give you a month to train, and then after a month, you both will fight for the throne. Whoever wins is Chief. You are dismissed, and good luck.”