[center]The crowd gathered around Hiccup seemed to murmur uneasily among themselves, waiting for someone to speak up. Finally Cardlin stepped forward from the crowd, Gilthunder towering behind him. Cardlin raised his head and meet Hiccup's gaze. [color=6ecff6]"Five so far. Three vikings and two dragons."[/color] One of the vikings shifted in place upon seeing Cardlin before speaking up, softly naming Arkus Iorun as one of three vikings dead. Cardlin stiffened at the mention of his fathers name. He was holding his younger sister in his arms and he shifted, hugging her closer as she buried her face into his neck. His jaw clenched and eyes bright with unshed tears, he kept his head high. [color=6ecff6]"My father thought he could trap whatever was plaguing the village and kill it himself."[/color] He let the unspoken, obvious result this lead to. 

He needed to protect his mother and sister now. And he was going to do whatever it takes to destroy the monster that is killing his people. As if sensing his rising frustration, Gilthunder leaned his head down and butted Cardlin's shoulder gently. The boy craned his head around and gave his dragon a tight smile. His sister lifted her head up from his neck and reached out one small hand, stroking Gil's nose, the dragon gently puffing air at her. She giggled, reaching out both hands to the dragon. Cardlin shifted her in arms before lifting her up onto his dragons back, keeping one hand raised to steady her as she hugged Gilthunder's neck, the dragon rumbling softly in comfort. His sister now occupied, Cardlin turned back to his chief, gaze determined. [color=6ecff6]"We can't allow this to continue. Soon there won't be any of us left to bury the dead. We must do [i]something[/i]."[/color] He couldn't bare losing anymore of his family, or worse, Gilthunder. He didn't want to lose anymore friends and family to this fiend that plagues their village.[/center]