How To Train Your Dragon- From One World To Another

Disclaimer:

The Film 'How To Train Your Dragon', is Copyrighted by DreamWorks Animation and Distributed by Paramount Pictures. Directed by Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois and released on March 26, 2010

The DreamWorks 'Dragons' were directed by Dean Deblois and Chris Sanders and released in 2013- 2018. I only claim Copyright to my characters and some of the elements of the story that are of my own creation.

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Author Warning, Notes:

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Viewpoint Signs:

***MS*** (movie scene)

***EMS*** (end of movie scene)

***WPov.*** (watcher's point of view)

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Chapter 23 From one World To Another

It was an August day with excellent weather that was neither too warm nor too cold. There was no rain.

And as it turned out, just the right temperature in the air to go out in the woods to seek out funnel chanterelles (yellow-foots) in the pine- woods.

Ronja had paused to take in the comforting scents of nature around her, enjoying the familiar scenery.

The woods had been a neighbour to her grandparents for many, many years.

And a wonderful place to go exploring, and berry or mushroom picking when they were in season.

The area she was currently scavenging was a place someone had conveniently named ''Nurkkakivi''(Corner-rock) as it was the only massive stone landmark in the area. The rock in question was a very large, moss-covered boulder with forest vegetation growing from it.

It was so big in fact that it might very well have been a piece of an eroded mountain.

A piece that had been transported to the said area of the woods long, long ago during the end of the Ice Age when floods had been created by the melting and flooding of the ice.

Ronja breathed in a calming breath as she finally broke out of the moment of stillness and continued to add more to the basket that was half full with delicious funnel chanterelles.

...

A bit of irritation seeped into Ronja's mood about an hour later. 

And the reason for that irritation was that she could feel, and hear small moose- flies flying around her.

Said moose- flies were nasty little buggers which would not leave anyone alone. The creepy crawlies were as nasty looking as the blood-drinking horse-flies and were as irritating as the mosquitoes.

She could feel them crawling inside her clothes and in her long hair that she had twisted into a messy braid.

'' I don't know how long I can ignore these flies,'' Ronja cursed irritatedly as she snatched one of the tiny critters between a thumb and fingernail and squeezed tight until the almost flat fly moved no more.

***WPov.***

''OH, EWWW!''

''Yeah, they're pretty harmless but so very annoying,'' I commented to all females around the theatre when I heard many a woman's' voice give complains about the tiny critters.

'' I'm glad we don't have those things on Berk. I can take a lot you know, but those things...,'' Astrid muttered, giving a slight, disgusted shiver.

'' Probably too cold for them, there,'' I answered with a light shrug.

***MS***

Sometime later, it was getting darker in the forest as evening started settling in.

Ronja finally deemed she had enough of the annoying little insects. Besides, she had quite the mushroom catch.

But when she was about to head back towards the main path that led back to her grandparents' house, she spotted something that caught her childish interest.

Ronja gently dropped her basket of mushrooms on the ground and stooped to pick up the object that turned out to be a quite large, old style metal key that sure wasn't something made in the twenty-first century.

The thing was from her middle finger and down to her wrist in length and the width of four baby- sized fingers on the area that would be inserted into a keyhole.

Ronja turned the key around between her fingers that were in snug leather gloves.

Then she shrugged her shoulders and stashed the key in the pocket of her black leather coat before turning to grab her basket of mushrooms.

It was then that she managed to spot another nice patch of the divine tasting funnel-chanterelles on the mossy ground near the basket.

In a hole next to a wood-stump.

Ronja's decision to leave had just been delayed by the edible treasure.

An enthusiastic cry erupted from her mouth over the elation of such a find, and the girl began to immediately pick them up to clean the dirt off them with a mushroom- cleaning brush that had a pocket- knife attached to it.

***Wpov.***

'' What? I like those mushrooms very much,'' Ronja commented with a small smirk as the Vikings in the first row of seats all gave her amused, albeit a tad exasperated glances.

'' Yeah we've noticed,'' Ruffnut chuckled out.

'' You spent hours picking them in the forest of Berk,'' Tuffnut added with a snort.

'' Why not, their very edible with just a few added components to the dish,'' Klaus commented with an amused smirk of his own.

'' Like a touch of salt, butter, and pepper,'' Ronja added with a reverent smile.

'' You and your mushrooms,'' Stoick commented, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

'' I got quite enough of them when you insisted on cooking them so often during the weeks before winter.''

'' I actually kind of liked them, though. A very welcome relief from fish or other meat,'' Hiccup put in with a chuckle.

I could only grin sheepishly as my father burst out laughing at the playfully disgusted expression that appeared on my uncle Stoick's face.

'' I don't think your uncle quite understand your taste for mushrooms, Ronja,'' he said between his laughter.

The amusement was echoed by the other teens and I could only sit there on my father's lap with that sheepish grin to my lips.

***MS***

Ronja hummed a quiet tune as she finished cleaning the last of the mushrooms before dropping the morsel into her basket.

But after she had finished cleaning off the knife and brush, eyes still wandering around her immediate vicinity for anymore edible fungus, Ronja's good mood was suddenly sunk by a strange sound that could be heard moving along the underbrush.

The sound was like something being dragged along the vegetation and dead leaves. It was as if the someone wore a heavy cloak that was creating the odd slithering sound.

Ronja uttered a sharp, startled gasp as she slowly stood up, her right hand reaching into the left pocket of her coat for her 'Finnish puukko' knife.

She had quickly realized that something was terribly wrong with her surroundings in the forest and whoever had made that sound in the underbrush was coming towards her.

Then the being slowly came into view, a tall male figure with a dark-grey tunic, dark brown breeches, and a long black cloak with a bearskin pelt along the sides.

The end of the cloak just brushed the surface of the underbrush. It must have been what had caused the slithering sound.

But the man's facial features were in shadow from the hood he wore under a wide-brimmed hat.

Only the end of his nose and his long beard, that reached down to the man's waist, were visible to the human eye.

And yet Ronja believed she had caught the gleam of something in the darkening sky around them.

'' W-who... a-are you?'' Ronja stammered out, trembling on the spot when she realized it was the person's one lone eye glinting brightly in the darkness.

And then the figure whipped back his hood and the wide-brimmed hat and Ronja found herself gasping sharply at the sight of the man standing before her.

Whoever he was, he looked nothing like she had ever seen before.

He was neither young or old, even with his beard and hair that was very blond of colour, almost silvery white and yet there was venerability in his stance and his eye bore wisdom.

He was like a being who had ruled over a kingdom for many winters and yet in his hands, was the strength of a warrior in his prime.

But the most striking thing about him was that one eye! An eye that was an icy blue colour and seemed to pierce right into one's soul.

And indeed, as the man stopped in front of the young girl, his lone eye paralyzed Ronja to the spot as she stood there with the basket of mushrooms in one hand and the other holding her 'puukko-knife'.

She could hear his voice inside her head, telling her, ''Stay right there, young Ronja, I'm not here to harm you.''

'' W-who... a-are you?'' Ronja repeated, trembling more heavily as the man came within touching distance of her.

'' You will soon know, young Ronja, but words are sometimes unnecessary when one can show a person something that they have read, or heard in ancient History tales.''

'' I- I don't understand. Please... tell me who you are, and what do you want from me,'' Ronja prompted.

But instead of answering, the man whipped back his cloak and a long spear with a snowy white blade was unveiled.

The handle was black, and yet it hadn't been blackened by human hands.

***Wpov.***

There was an uproar that echoed around the entirety of the theatre as the Vikings who worshipped this Great God saw him in person for the very first time, if only on screen.

But despite that one detail it didn't seem to make the experience any less to the people of Berk.

''Odin's Ghost!''

'' Not Odin's Ghost, uncle, for I do quite believe that this is Odin himself,'' I put in with a weak chuckle.

Uncle Stoick harrumphed at me before saying: '' There is a better time for jokes, Ronja. Good Gods, it must have been quite a shocking experience to be in the presence of the real Odin.''

I nodded solemnly and said: '' It was, especially when...''

My words were cut off by the next scene appearing on the screen...

***MS*** 

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'' I- is that G-Gungnir?!'' Ronja exclaimed, eyes widening as the area of the woods suddenly became darker, more oppressive than it had been before.

Like the shadows were wriggling and moving to touch one's very body.

'' Ahhhhh!''

A scream of fright tore from Ronja's lips as the wriggling darkness seemed to latch onto her skin like tangible, twitching ice cold fingers. 

She tried to escape the darkness that was holding her hostage, but she couldn't shake it off.

The darkness seemed to wreathe around the ageless person, making him look even taller than he already was. There was no doubt in Ronja's mind that this person was no ordinary man.

'' Your.. your Óðinn (Odin), aren't you?'' Ronja breathed out in shock as the tip of the spear-head seemed to suddenly glow with an inner light that slowly grew to surround the entire spear.

Before finally a great, extremely bright beam surged from it to surround the oldest daughter of Klaus and Sigrun.

'' Arghhhhh!''

A shocking wave of pure heat had leeched into Ronja's left upper arm.

She tried to rip herself away from the clutching darkness, but it was futile. 

The light lingered around the afflicted area for a moment, the glowing image of the Mark of Odin blood red against the blueish beam, until both slowly faded to nothingness.

...

'' Oof, I don't believe it! That's how you got the 'Mark of Odin'?!'' Hiccup murmured, looking very tense.

'' Burnt twice on the same arm,'' I harrumphed, shaking my head at the screen.

'' Don' t joke about that!'' Astrid exclaimed, glaring at me half-heartedly.

'' That looked like it was very painful,'' Fishlegs added with a heavy wince.

'' I think it's cool!'' The twins spoke as one, which had me suppress a chuckle and the other teens (and most of the dragons) to give Ruffnut and Tuffnut glares.

I glanced at my father who was watching our exchange with a small bit of confusion and shock.

'' Don't mind those two, dad. Ruffnut and Tuffnut are always like this.''

'' You mean a bit on the crazy side?'' dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

'' Exactly like that,'' I answered with a tiny chuckle just as the 'scene' continued...

***MS***

But the momentous, excruciating burning pain had left Ronja weak in the knees and she sank to the ground, gripping the forest floor with her right hand.

Her puukko was still reflexively clutched in her other palm.

Óðinn (Odin) stayed motionless in the same spot, standing over the fallen young girl with his expression infuriatingly impassive.

But at the sound of something shifting in the shadows of the trees, he looked away from the young and made a small hand gesture.

Almost immediately, two figures came into view from the woods.

Two wolves trotted over to the God's side, their tongues lolling from their mouths as they peered down at the young girl still sprawled on her knees.

The sound of flapping wings soon followed as two black birds took flight from the branches in the treetops.

Two Raven's swooped down and landed on Odin's broad shoulders, briefly nuzzling the side of his head.

Odin reached up to stroke their feathers before his, and his familiars, attention was averted back to Ronja when she gave a weak groan.

Her face was screwed up in pain as she slowly lifted her right arm to clasp her left one. She was about to stand up when a blue light began to appear over the young girl's body, beginning from the tips of her feet.

'' What is happening to me?'' Ronja cried out upon noticing this phenomenon. She sounded panicked, terrified and who could blame her. The light was creeping upwards fast.

'' Please, Odin, what are you doing to me?'' she cried out to the silent figure, staring at the blue light seeking to engulf her entire body just as the light almost reached her shoulders.

Before it quickly engulfed Ronja's whole body.

The strange light seemed to flash around the twelve-year-old for several long moments, but in truth, it took less than thirty seconds.

''ISÄÄÄÄÄ (DAAAAAD)!'' Ronja shrieked in fear.

The last thing she heard, as a final loud crackle sounded through the air and the light that had kept the human girl entrapped disappeared into nothingness, along with the teenager herself, was Odin's voice in her head, saying: '' Your journey will be long. It may be arduous and very dangerous. But I have faith that in the end, you will find yourself home.''.

To be continued...

End of Chapter 23

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Author's Notes:

HAVE A VERY AWESOMELY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN! :)

Constructive Criticism is always welcomed by me, the Author!