#amotherneverforgets

@amotherneverforgets

He was scared. He was scared, and everything hurt, and he was exhausted.. But there was no end to his torture in sight.. He knew that.. With shackles at his wrists.. and a collar on his neck.. Ever since he’d been dragged away from Corona, thrown into a life where he couldn’t even make his own choices, a life where he was bought and sold the same as livestock.. And now.. He’d been beaten, abused.. Branded.. and forced to build weapons of war. Vicious, cruel weapons he wanted nothing to do with the creation of, for a war that had nothing to do with him.. It was worse, far worse than the automatons he’d built..

“Well. I’m glad I can fascinate you,” she says, looking the other over. “I’ve never seen anything like you, or armor like yours. What are you? Where are you from?”

“Okay, okay. Someone really needs to clear something up for me here, because I’m tired of being stuck in the middle of these.. weird awkward silences.” It was one thing after another, it seemed, and the strange thing was, they were both extremely friendly and open, even affectionate, with him. But with each other, it was another story entirely, and he was tired of not being clued in as to why.

//I got too many, some are inactive. I mean I love roleplaying and can’t stop making blogs XD

After the conversation they’d had, it honestly wasn’t surprising that Varian had left. He didn’t want to confront this any more, he regretted even starting that conversation, and.. And he wanted nothing to do with them, at least for a while.. So he’d left. With Luna in his arms, he’d run off, now finding himself wandering amidst the trees, climbing over fallen logs, picking his way through the underbrush...

He didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get away for a while, maybe clear his head before he tried to face Hiccup or Valka again.. There was a deep rift in their relationship, and honestly.. He’d made it worse by being here.. They hadn’t said that, but.. He knew it was true.. They’d had their issues already, but facing them had been set aside when he’d been brought here.. Set aside, and ignored, so they could take care of him..

“I really messed up this time, Luna..” He sighed. “This isn’t like fixing a machine.. This is trying to fix people, and I.. I’m not good at that.. I shouldn’t have even tried..” Luna gently warbled at him, climbing up to his shoulder now to nuzzle his face. He pet her gently, honestly appreciating the comfort she offered, but from there, he walked in silence.. He’d found a reasonably sized stick as he went, retrieving it from the forest floor and utilizing it as a walking stick as he hiked through the woods.

Hours passed as he wandered along, and he didn’t even know how long he’d been walking at this point, or how far he’d gone, but rather abruptly he lost his footing, sliding down a steep cliff until he hit.. Wait.. What had he landed on? It didn’t feel like the ground.. The ground didn’t.. breathe?! Oh, boy. Oh, jeez, he’d landed on something living, and it probably was going to be far from happy with him for it!

Looking down, he stared wide-eyed at the speckled hide of the dragon underneath him, its skin almost like the stars and the night sky itself, but then.. He finally noticed the noises it was making. The snarling, hissing noises were definitely not an indication of a happy dragon. And Varian did the only thing he could think to do.

He screamed.