Bab 34: '3.4' The eyes are the window to the soul
'The eyes are the window to the soul.
But what if I was blind?
What if I have lived with a cloth over my eyes?
What if I was dead? Would you still be able to see my soul slip away?
What if I didn't have a soul?
But,
What if I didn't have a life?
Does that mean I don't have eyes?
Pfft, I'm getting ahead of myself. '
A leather sported arm reached out and pulled me by the waist. A warm breath trickled down my neck as I threw the dagger my hand was holding to the dragon's chest.
The movement and strength of the arm was enough to make me stumble into a scaled figure, my heart pounding in my ears.
A roar of pain escaped the dragon's mouth, the purple light leaving her maw to blast foward past my shoulder.
I let out a shocked groan, a hand automatically reaching up to cover the stinging flesh. The dragon fell to the sand, the movement slowly rocking the dragon.
It looked up and stared into my eyes, but what scared me the most wasn't the awkward yell behind me, no. It was the look of betrayal as she observed the dagger plunged deep into her chest.
Toothless turned me and Hiccup around slightly as he lifted his tail and hauled the last soldier that was creeping up behind us, into the sea.
A horrid feeling spread in my limbs.
'Had I really just assumed that she wanted to kill me?'
It was in fact a worrying thought, but before I could plunder the rest of my energy into thinking, the squawk of a Nadder brought me quite clean into reality.
The snich sound from the sand made it clear that someone was running towards Hiccup.
I looked up- Astrid. Her axe was hanging from her belt and her usual organized hair was messy.
She was in a hurry.
I stepped away from her sight and made a retreat to a safer spot.
Astrid cupped Hiccup's face, turning and twisting it- searching for scratches and bruises. It took her a while to stop after getting encouragement from Hiccup.
My eyes wondered to the now sizzling wound on my shoulder. I wanted to shut my eyes and never breathe in the air of this smell of burnt flesh.
It was disgusting.
It felt like my skin moved like air was trapped inside of them and the only way to get out was to pop out.
I almost gagged.
Almost.
"Miss, are you alright?" A hand hovered over my figure, the voice a familiar one from a gaurd. I nodded slowly, hesitantly.
"Are you?" I asked weakly, getting to my feet- watching Astrid still search Hiccup for injuries. "Yes, you saved me. I will forever be grateful." He bowed before hesitating to help me with my wound.
"Don't be," I gritt, eyes closing at the sheer effort it took to stand up. By now, Astrid was done checking up and caught sight of me.
I swear, if she was a volcano she would've erupted on the spot. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she gripped the handle of the axe.
"No, no! Astrid wait!" Hiccup panicked, clutching his neck where the blast had caused minor damage.
To think I almost killed him indirectly.
Astrid took long sturdy steps towards me, the guard standing a few footsteps in front of me in a protective position.
My mind felt dizzy, the suddenness bringing panic.
Blood loss maybe?
I sighed deeply before tripping over air and hurtling into the sand. I don't think I'll ever really remember what happened here, all I know is that I had to apologize to Destiny.
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The next morning when I woke up, it was in a wooden cell.
How surprising.
I rolled my eyes internally. The stinging from my shoulder had relaxed a bit and I peered over to my arm, seeing that it was perfectly bandaged.
A look of surprise overtook my face, after everything they still care?
I'm impressed. Maybe I misjudged them. Maybe.
I tugged my hands to reach for a dagger, but my hands were firmly tied together on my lap. I groaned.
Not only was I injured but I might as well have been dead. The unfamiliarity of no daggers hugging my body almost sent me into over-drive.
No daggers.
No daggers.
I leaned my head back and hit the wall with it a couple times, trying to remember what exactly had happened last night.
Something faintly I recalled about apologizing. I scoffed. I never apologize.
Just then, the approaching steps from the cell door were loud and heavy.
It couldn't be Hiccup-
The door was ripped open, a scowl painting the face of my captor. A horrible twist in my gut almost made me gag.
This wasn't what I had hoped to be my first interaction of the day.
The man cleared his throat, his red beard almost shining in the sunlight.
Oh dear, pray for those who see him when in anger.
The mighty, Stoick the vast.
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