He had his meal, and in his bed, he waited for the day to arrive. His body was still in excitement, and it was hard for him to sleep. When he looked outside to the bitter darkness of night, he couldn't help but wonder where Berk would have gone.
He woke up earlier than usual, had his breakfast, and ran to the creek.
The sword was still by the tree, sunk into the dirt. Who would want a rusty sword anyway?
He went to the weapon with his arms sweaty from the night. His crimson shirt stayed stuck to his skin. He grabbed the hilt and pulled up, and the sword only budged. "I am not strong enough yet," he thought looking around.
"Just lift stuff," he remembered Tony's words, and he looked out for stuff. He saw a rock and went to it.
