Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-37150451-20181219122510

OK, so this is straight after Michael finds out he is a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid. Also, it'll be too long if I added my part in the trials in this, so I'll post it after this.

Enjoooooy!

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Isla

“WHAT?” Michael shouted. Gee, I think he could’ve shouted louder than me. “This…this…WHAT?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Chill, dude! Chill!” I said, trying to calm the panicked boy, but really, I needed to chill. I was freaking out big time.

Ooooh, but not in a bad way.

But in a good way.

I mean, come one! A descendent of the Thor flippin’ great dragon tamer and master, the bravest Chief of all time, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock iii and the fierce and tough warrior, Astrid Hofferson! I adore them so much! Mum and dad used to tell me stories about them, and I didn’t fall asleep from them like every other story, but I stayed up all night just listening to them! AND I also want to see the great Alpha Night Fury, Toothless! AND now Michael has the real Chief bloodline, unlike our current Chief. AND THEN HE COULD BECOME CHIEF!!!

Yup, I’m sooo freaking out.

“No…how can this be!?” Michael kept on blabbering on about how impossible this is. Though I didn’t care on how impossible or wrong this may be, so I shouted, “MICHAEL HADDOCK!” Michael finally stopped pacing around and looked at me.

“D-did you just call—”

“Yes! I did call you Michael Haddock because you ARE a Haddock!” I shouted again. “You really need to calm down! Who knows, maybe Mr and Mrs Garl got it wrong!” I pointed out, but I doubted it. Mr and Mrs Garl were really smart when it comes to ancestors. “But you—”

“Hello?” an irritated voice called down from downstairs. Michael and I heard the front door shut close and angry footsteps were coming up the stairs. ''Uh oh. ''“Garmal? Where are ya!?” Mrs Garl called. Michael and I immediately ran to the window. I jumped off the windowsill and landed right onto Inferno’s neck, who was just waiting outside. Michael jumped next, but however, totally missed Inferno and ended up in a bit of mud.

“Ughhhhh…” he groaned. I jumped off Inferno and sprinted over to Michael.

“Come on!” I ordered. “Quickly!” He thankfully followed me onto Inferno’s back and we were off to anywhere, really. We landed on a pillar and we both hopped off. “Michael Haddock,” I said. He frowned. I continued. “YOU are a descendent of Hiccup and Astrid!”

“Thanks for reminding me…b-but…we never know if it’s right…”

“Why are you acting like you are not proud of who you are? I mean, what an honour! I’d be excited! Now just go to the Chief, tell him everything, and the job is to you, Chief Michael. Come on—”

“It’s not me…” Michael mumbled. I must of not have heard him right. I cocked my head at him. “It’s just…I can’t see myself doing that…”

“You may not think you can do that, Michael. No, Chief Michael. But you can! You have to believe in yourself!”

“No, Isla,” Michael said firmly. “You think it’s easy because…you’re…well…YOU. You are brave and confident and strong. But I’m not like that, Isla. I’ll be useless for a Chief. I jumped off a windowsill and missed where I was landing, for Thor’s sake! And that jump was very small, Isla. VERY small!”

“Hey, you should’ve seen my first time jumping of a windowsill,” I said, trying to help him. Although I’m horrible at helping people. “And with all this fighting, stuff, I had practice since I was seven. So—wait. That’s it, Michael!” I cheered, jumping up and down. He noticed what I meant and arched his brows. Ah, a wise one. Just like Hiccup Haddock. I still said, “You have to practice! You can learn to do this stuff a Chief needs to do! I can teach you!”

“Maybe, but I’m not sure if I want it.” He paused. ‘Hey! Why are we talking about me being Chief anyway!? Our Chief right now is doing a great job! And also—”

“But you know this Chief! He admires Hiccup and Astrid! So if he hears there is a descendent of them, he’ll just hand over the job to you!”

Michael scratched the back of his head, wanting to say something but keeps on stopping himself. Why is he acting like he wants to tell me something?

Does he have a sibling?

“Michael Idelson?” a messenger approached us. I just wanted to shout at his face that Michael is not an Idelson, but a Haddock. “You have a meeting in the villages council for improvement in firefighting equipment’s,” the messenger informed Michael.

Michael looked like he had eaten yak dung. “Oh, Thordammit!” he yelled. “Thanks for reminding,” he said to the messenger. The messenger nodded and walked away. “Sorry, Isla. But I have to go. The boss who is replacing my…” He stopped, and started to turn to run away. “He is really stern and likes to fire everyone. Bye, Isla! See you tomorrow! Don’t tell anyone about…this.” He waved goodbye and then was off. I chuckled a few times as he tripped in the snow. Thor help him. I may really need to train him.

Whether he likes it or not.