When Life Gives You Lightning Chapter 10
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Took me long enough (4 months) to write this thing, but here it is!
Astrid’s hand shook. The other rider’s words echoed around her ears. She ran her thumb over the marks carefully etched into the wood of the pencil. It was obvious. This was Hiccup’s pencil, no doubt about it. He’s the only person she knows of who would take the time to mark their name into a pencil. This realization made everything come back into focus around her.
“Astrid!” Stoick shouted. “What is it?” Astrid’s head snapped up, her breath catching in her throat.
“It’s Hiccup. They’ve been here.” She held up the pencil for everyone to see. Stoick gasped, but everyone else just seemed puzzled.
Tuffnut looked thoughtfully at the pencil. “What’s a piece of wood got to do with Hiccup?” He thought for a second, then gasped. “Oh my gods, Hiccup’s been turned into a pencil! Don’t worry H, we’ll get you out of there!” Tuff continued his babbling, while the other riders just ignored him.
Stoick held out his hand expectantly. “Let me see that, Astrid.” Said shieldmaiden reluctantly handed over the pencil. Stoick examined the pencil, then cradled it against himself. “Oh, Hiccup…”
“But why would Hiccup’s pencil be all the way out here?” Fishlegs mused.
“Duh, he obviously left it for us as a clue. Don’t you know anything, fish face?” Snotlout said impatiently.
Fishlegs opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “You’ve got a point.”
Astrid finally found her voice. “But that doesn’t explain why we haven’t been able to track the scent! What if he’s-” she cut herself off, not wanting to think about it.
“It doesn’t matter.” Stoick said quickly. “What matters is that my son has been here. We need to find him.” Toothless barked his agreement. Stoick held the pencil down to Skullcrusher. “Is there any scent left on this, boy?” The Rumblehorn sniffed the pencil, pupils contracting. He gave a roar, and Stoick’s face set in determination. “He’s got a scent! Let’s go!”
Astrid grinned widely, heart soaring with hope. If there was still a scent, then the pencil would’ve been put in the water recently. Astrid hoped the pencil was left as a clue, and tried not to think of the other option- the one where Hiccup wasn’t okay. She directed Stormfly to follow the rest of the riders, who followed the bellowing Rumblehorn.