Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-37150451-20181215073520

Isla

I made my way to a spot with no dragons around, since I had a few treats for Inferno. Eels. I was still surprised and confused on what just happened.

I thought back to the arrow I shot through. I couldn’t believe I did that. It’s supposed to be impossible! Then again, that arrow I shot through was thick, weak and old. The arrow that I shot with however, was strong, thin and new. So that was probably the reason.

Inferno cooed, snapping me from my thoughts. I look over to Katina, who was watching Flame, Emerald and Indigo play. Heck, I didn’t even notice Indigo and Emerald go over there! ''Oh, Indigo and Emerald. You always have to play with someone, don’t you? ''I thought as I walk over to Katina. “Hey, you don’t mind if they play, do you? It’s OK if you don’t. Playing is their lives,” I chuckled.

Katina shook her head. “No, no, no. It’s fine, it’s fine. Flame is sometimes like that. I’m OK with it.”

“OK, good. I’ll force them away when you do your part for the trial.”

“Thanks.”

I nodded and turned my attention to a familiar face coming towards me. It was Michael. The fireman. The helpful one with Inferno (sword kind of Inferno). When he came to us, he said, “Hey, Isla and…” He looked at Katina.

“It’s Katina,” Katina greeted herself.

“Hey, Katina. Do you mind if I take Isla for one sec?”

“Sure, go ahead. As long as you’re not a serial killer though.”

I laughed. “Yeah, sure,” Michael chuckled. Afterwards, Michael and I, along with Inferno, walked to a corner.

“So, what’s the matter, fireman?” I asked curiously.

“OK, first of all, great job in that trial. How did you shoot an arrow through an arrow?” I was about to answer but he continued. “Second of all, I might need to buy some help.”

“Sure, for how much?” I giggled.

He grinned. “I can give you a chicken for it.”

“Seriously? A ''chicken? ''Yeah, sure, give me a chicken for some help,” I said sarcastically. “Deal. Whatcha need help with?”

“Uh, you know Garmal?”

“Hell yeah.”

“He—he may of have stolen my firefighter licence. I remember leaving it somewhere when your friends had a fire, and I saw Garmal with it and put it into his house—"

“WHAT!? I’ll KILL that YAK DUNG!!!” I shouted in frustration. I realized people were around me, and was now staring at me as if I was crazy. Uh, embarrassing.

“Geez! Chill, chill!” Michael led me to another spot. A more isolated, silent spot. “Don’t get mad. Because we’re gonna get it back! Garmal’s house door is locked. I checked. But they left the window open. Although it’s up high. So I might need a lift up to the window.”

I thankfully calmed down. “Didn’t you say YOU had a dragon though?” I asked.

“Well…she is somewhere. But is that a yes?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s go! Keep up!”

Michael and I left the trial area with Inferno, Indigo and Emerald. We eventually arrive at Garmal’s yak dung place. Like Michael said, the door was locked and the window was open. “Hop on,” I whispered to Michael as I jumped onto Inferno.

“Seriously? Whispering? There is no one here!” Michael pointed out.

“Uh, just keep it dramatic. Come on.”

Before I knew it, Inferno flew us up to the window. Michael jumped in first, then me. “Stay outside and make sure Indigo and Emerald behave,” I ordered Inferno. He seemed reluctant, but did it anyway.

“Ugh, it’s such a mess in here,” Michael scowled. “And smelly.”

He was right. EVEREYTHING was a mess! And was absolutely SMELLY! “Then it’s no doubt this is Garmal’s room,” I pointed out. And I think I was right, actually. There was a chicken on the ground, scratches all over him but still alive. The chicken looked scared, old. Not wanting this life. He was most probably Spitfire’s, Garmal’s Monstrous Nightmare, toy, and ready to be eaten. There were photos of him and Spitfire. In fact, how was Garmal still in the trials? I told his parents that Garmal was in the trials. Did they know he was still in it?

“I’ll check in here for the licence,” Michael said. I replied with, “Sure, boss. I’ll check upstairs.” And so I did. Upstairs was a room that turned out to be way messier than Garmal’s room. There was books and files ''everywhere. ''Garmal’s parents, Mr and Mrs Garl, are genealogist. Ever since they got the job as a genealogist, which was twenty five years ago, they stayed inside and hardly went outside. They know the ancestors and family history of every single Viking, somehow.

It seemed impossible, like shooting an arrow through an arrow. But it wasn’t impossible, like shooting an arrow through an arrow.

''Oooh, who are my ancestors? ''I asked myself as I searched the ‘i’ section. After what felt like hours of searching for my name, I finally found it.

Isla Grace Anderson’s Ancestors:

Name: Unknown, but both were very skilled Guardians of The Hidden World.

I smiled. Thor, if I become a guardian, I’ll be following the Anderson tradition. I’m proud. I don’t blame Mr and Mrs Garl for not finding their names, it would most probably be like that for everyone. It would be so hard. How do they do it?

I put my file back and gazed at a big book lying on the table. ''It shouldn’t hurt seeing who is this and who their ancestors are, right? ''I walk over to the book, looked at the cover and my eyes widened.

Michael Idelson.

Michael’s last name is Idelson. Why has Michael got such a big book? Was his ancestors important. One way to find out, I thought as my stomach lurched. I looked back at the page a bookmark was in. It said:

Michael Idelson’s Ancestors:

Name: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock iii and Astrid Hofferson.

I gasped. WHAT THE THOR FLIPPIN’ HELL WHAT THE WHAT THE WHAT THE F—

“ISLA!” I heard Michael call my name from downstairs. “I found my licence!” I heard him coming up the stairs and later arrive inside the genealogist’s room. “Whoa, more messy—Isla? What is it?”

“W-why…d-did…didn’t…y-y-you…t-tell…m-me…?”

“What? What are you reading?” He came over to me. I walked away, pulling my hair. This didn’t make ''sense! ''I looked back at Michael, who was reading the words that can change his life.

Michael Idelson’s Ancestors:

Name: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock iii and Astrid Hofferson.