Terror coursed through my veins, instilling itself into my blood and my very lifeline, sending shockwaves flooding through my only partially functioning brain with multitudes of images depicting the Brobdingnagian hellion of a human, paralyzing my body of a runt into a stone statue that would make Medusa blush in shame at how much she terrified her victims. He towered over me, striking fear in its purest form deep in my heart. I knew him as firstly, Mayor Steve, secondly, the husband of my ignorant mother, and lastly, as my forever disappointed father. I had forever wanted to see him observe me with pride in his eyes, but for the past 15 pathetic years of my life, I had only ever seen him look at me with anger and disappointment, and that only too when he had to look at me to get mad at me. I was interested in cyberpiracy and engineering, which in my city wasn't appreciated, rather it was frowned upon.

15 minutes earlier…

I was running away, this was it, the ringing in my ears and the race of my heart against time told me so. this was it, I would leave, actually let me rephrase that, I would go on a succinct sabbatical…forever…

Of course, I couldn't forget my best and my only friend, who happened to be a Kenai Peninsula Wolf, the last of its kind. I had captured him in one of my traps I used to create so I wouldn't have to wrestle with the wolves trying to steal our food. He hadn't ever taken any food, but he would prefer to fight with the men and provide a distraction for other wolves, everyone feared him but in fact, he was just a huge dog at heart. There was something else at the heart of this problem and I had been shown it, courtesy of Toothless. Calling him over, I went through a checklist in my brain, "Sketchpad, check…Toothless' food, check…extra clothes, check…pocket knife, check…" Yep, I was good to go. "C'mon Toothless, we're taking a little vacation, forever…" And with that, I left or had planned to.

And that's how I ended up here, with my dad screaming hellfire into my ears, loud enough to make even Thor lay down his hammer and bow his head in respect. "What were you thinking?!" my Dad growled, in that soft menacing way that would send chills down the spine of Odin, "You disgust me, you have thrown your lot in with the enemy, have caused more destruction and mess in this city than Loki himself, you are no son of mine!" His voice crescendoing to an ear-shattering extent. I rolled my eyes. Bad decision. A new wave of trepidation surged through me and gripped my heart in a vice-like grip as the cerulean eyes of my father darkened with pique…