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“Day by day, he was outcast by his entire village, including the village chief himself!” Pale hands thrust themselves against his mouth, eyes and mouth falling wide open in complete shock and horror. The children gasped, despite having heard the same story for the fifth time this month. Those brown eyes scanned his small crowd again, looking, watching for their reactions and taking it all in.

These stories never got old, not even to the elders who watched from their homes.

“And who would've known that the village chief, was actually his father?” Again, a few more gasps, though this time murmurs sprouted. However, all eyes were still on him...

“Then one night, during a dragon raid, he decided to take fate into his own hands. Going against his people's wishes and father's orders, he grabbed his large wooden contraption he invented himself! As heavy as it was, he wheeled it up to top of one of their largest hills-” to demonstrate, he pretended to be wheeling a contraption of his own. “-and waited.” Slowly, he stood up again, wiping what would've been sweet off his forehead before facing the crowd again; a full-on smile edging upon his lips. “He hoped, that one day, he could prove to others that he was worth being called a viking- worth being the chief's son.”

A child from the back raised his hand, a child the teenager had grown fond of over the years. “But Jack, shouldn't fathers love their children for who they are?” Raised whispers broke-out amongst the children, as if they just realized the significance to the story. As young as they were, they didn't have to worry about that specific problem- yet.

“He's right-!”

“Daddy always says he's proud of me.”

“He doesn't give me the silent treatment- even when I pee in the house.”

Jack's couldn't help but gleam with overwhelming happiness, nodding largely. They finally understood the gravity of the situation. “I'm glad you mentioned that Jamie,” he quickly jumped off the stage so he could take a seat at the edge, bringing his hands into his lap. This was one of his favorite parts of the story. Because out of all the attributes this legendary hero held, his bravery and courage to prove the truth inspired him in ways no one could ever understand. “Stoick the Vast did love his son- he loved him very, very much. But, there was slight... miss communication.”

“Miss commun...?” Someone tried to pronounce, to which Jack quickly waved his hand, knowing they wouldn't be able to get it.

“During the viking times, if you were weak, your parents abandoned you.”

“WHAT?!” Outraged and hurt cries screeched, to which Jack was quick to jump up and hush. He hadn't meant to scare and upset them. This was just part of the legend he was too fond about.

“Yeah- it was really awful too. Some parents would put weak babies in baskets and set them out to sea, saying the gods would decide what kind of fate they deserved. Other times they left the babies out in the woods, where dragons or wolves then took care of them.”

“Woahhh...” some awed, finding the idea marvelous. “I'd want a dragon as my dad!!”

“So would I!” Jack laughed, though was quick to calm down and clear his throat. “Anyway, Hiccup was supposed to be sent out as well- being the runt and all. But Stoick just couldn't do it, and neither could the great Valhallarama.- And it was a good thing too! Because he was the key to the whole true King of the Wilderness.”

“King of the Wilderness?” The children all repeated, mouths forming a small “o” in complete fascination.

“Yeah! The King of the Wilderness is said to either bring peace or the complete destruction to the dragon world. That's why there's still dragons now! Because he kept the peace, and with each new generation, he's reincarnated to protect the dragon's jew-”

“Time to eat!” A few parents called out their house windows just as the smell of food drifted under their nostrils. Ohhh, how the great storyteller could just hear their stomachs rumble!

With a chuckle, he waved his hands in the air. “Chow-down lovelies! We'll continue this another time~” The children hesitated, wanting to hear more but the smell of food had them running off. You see, Jack retold this story every other storytelling day. The only reason the child didn't get bored of it, was because he kept some parts of the legend a secrete. If he gave out all the information at once, no one would want to stick around for his shows.

“Come on Jack,” a female voice suddenly broke through his thoughts. One he knew a little too well. Gazing down from the cloudy sky, chocolate brown eyes settled upon another pair that looked exactly like his own- but smaller. They were even attached to a body that held the same color hair and soft freckles splattered about, the only difference being with their ages and gender. With the devious look that befell his features, it was obvious they held sibling rivalry.

“Commin' little princess~” he snickered, earning a glare and tongue from his beloved sister.

“I'm not littlee! I'm almost as tall as Jamiee!” She defended, stubbornly crossing her hands to display her anger. It only seemed to make the older brother chuckle more though.

“Sure you are squirt!” He looked up as they were about to turn towards home-

And that's when he saw him, this villages' outcast. The boy was actually of Jack's age with pumpkin orange hair and tree-bark brown freckles that cutely decorated his entire face. Dark green and brown clothes draped over him, which only singled him out against everyone else that much more. Jack did feel a little bad for the boy. After all, he was known for cursing anyone who came in contact with him; his brother Fin (who was nicknamed Fishlegs), his friend Cam (though she liked to be called Camicazi), and his cousin Gustan (who referred to himself as Snotlout). Even his mother had passed away from a dreadful cold...

Hiccup was said to be cursed, and Jack sort of believed it. How was it possible for that many to be deceased, and all of them related to him...?

His sister suddenly slid her hand into his, and the dark, sorrowful look that teemed the boy's eyes was just heartbreaking... Jack remembered how everyone complained that Fin relied too much on Hiccup, and seeing Emma hold Jack's hand like this probably reminded him of his sad past...

Dammit...

Maybe... maybe one of these days he'll be able to confront him. Maybe someday he'll be able to see what always had his lips twisted into a permanent frown, and try to help keep it lifted...

If only he knew the significance of his future actions would be....

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yeppppppp uhfalufs didnt get to write this as best as i wanted but whatever lafuhsdf not like many people will care anyway...

The general idea here is that Jack is obsessed with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III's legend of how he trained dragons and stopped Alvin and his mother from doing stuff. He really looks up to the legend and wants to be just like him one day. Little does he know that his favorite legend still lives, and he's about to become part of it. 

What is this?

Every time Prince Hiccup dies, he and his most trusted guards/friends are reborn into a new timeline. They are repeatingly reincarnated in order to continue to provide for the Dragon's Jewel. Unlike the books, it can grant powers to the welder, whether their intentions are good or bad. Alvin, his mother, and Pitch want to use the jewel to remodel the world in their image. The Guardians and the dragon training academy group are sworn to protect Hiccup at all costs, since his body contains the dragon jewel (at least, that's what legend says). Every time Hiccup dies, the jewel uses its powers to give them life again and take them to another part in time. It does this because Hiccup is its life source. Without the young boy (or his child -- if he ever had one) it will die out. The jewel's powers are so great, however, that it reincarnates more than just their group... innocent bystanders, and even their enemy.