Fan-Fic Fridays: "On the Edge of Mystery" Chapter 11: Trust Your Instincts

8 replies [Last post]
httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013

Seems like my Fan-Fic Fridays is on everyday but Friday.  XD  But this past week and a half has been hectic and busy with not very much time spent at home.  Though I will reveal what I plan to do with Fan-Fic Fridays, besides posting my own chapters to my fan-fic, tonight.  So stay tunned for that.


Things are really going to start to pick up.  Now with Race to the Edge episodes now to Season 1 Epsode 2 of my referencing and the things happening with Jarl's mystery, things will start to move quickly... but not seemingly go anywhere.  O.o


I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.  Feel free to comment as I love reading them. :D


Rest in Peace NarixuZen.  2004-2017

Member/Group Leader of S.O.D.A.H.T


Click SoD Hack Watch or SoDAHT to report a hacking:

Also use this form to help better keep track of the hackers:  (click here for form)


Book 10 - The Shattered Axe

Chapter 17 - Back on Track


The Jarl Mollerson Mystery Series

All Chapter Links


Destiny in the Dark

Chapter 3 - Friends and Enemies


Proud Leader and fellow member of:


















Here are links to the chapters of my fan-fic series.  The books go in chronological order.


The Clue of the Missing Socks.

Chapters 1 and 2                         Chapter 3                                       Chapter 4

Chapter 5                                      Chapter 6                                        Chapter 7

Chapters 8 and 9                        Chapter 10                                     Chapter 11

Chapters 12 and 13                     Chapters 14, 15, and 16             Chapter 17

Chapter 18                                    Chapter 19                                      Chapter 20

Chapter 21 and 22                      Chapter 23                                     Chapter 24 and 25

Chapter 26 - There is a hidden surprise.  Can you find it?

Chapter 27                                   Chapter 28, Part 1                         Chapter 28, Part 2

Chapter 29                                   Chapter 30                                       Chapter 31

Chapter 32                                   Chapter 33                                       Chapter 34

Chapter 35                                   Chapter 36                                       Chapter 37

Chapter 38                                   Chapter 39                                       Chapter 40

Chapter 41                                   Chapter 42                                       Chapter 43

Chapter 44                                   Chapter 45, Parts 1 and 2


The Mysterious Frozen Fire

Chapter 1         Chapter 2         Chapter 3         Chapter 4         Chapter 5         Chapter 6

Chapter 7         Chapter 8         Chapter 9         Chapter 10       Chapter 11       Chapter 12

Chapter 13       Chapter 14       Chapter 15        Chapter 16       Chapter 17       Chapter 18  

Chapter 19       Chapter 20      Chapter 21        Chapter 22, Part 1       Chapter 22, Part 2 

Chapter 22, Part 3

Epilogue/Preview for my Third Story!


Thoughts of Guilt

Chapters 1 and 2          Chapters 3 and 4          Chapter 5          Chapter 6          Chapter 7

Chapter 8          Chapter 9          Chapter 10          Chapter 11          Chapter 12, Part 1

Chapter 12, Part 2          Chapter 13         Chapter 14         Chapter 15         Chapter 16

Chapter 17 and 18         Chapter 19         Chapter 20         Chapter 21         Chapter 22

Chapter 23         Chapter 24         Chapter 25         Chapter 26         Chapter 27

Chapter 28         Chapter 29         Chapter 30         Chapter 31         Chapter 32

Chapter 33         Chapter 34         Chapter 35         Chapter 36 and 37

Chapter 38, Part 1         Chapter 39, Part 2         Chapter 40, Part 3         Chapter 41

Chapter 42, Parts 1 and 2         Chapter 43         Chapter 44

Chapter 45, Part 1         Chapter 45, Part 2


On the Edge of Mystery

Chapter 1          Chapter 2         Chapter 3        Chapters 4 & 5    Chapter 6, Parts 1 and 2   

Chapter 7          Chapter 8         Chapter 9            Chapter 10       Chapter 11        Chapter 12

Chapter 13        Chapter 14       Chapter 15          Chapter 16        Chapter 17       Chapter 18

Chapter 19        Chapter 20       Chapter 21          Chapter 22       Chapter 23      Chapter 24

Chapter 25        Chapter 26       Chapter 27         Chapter 28        Chapter 29 Parts 1 and 2 

Chapter 30       Chapter 31       Chapter 32 and 33                         Chapter 34 Parts 1 and 2 

Chapter 35 Part 1         Chapter 35 Part 2        Chapter 35 Part 3        Chapter 36


The Secret Symbol

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7     Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16    Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21   Chapter 22   Chapter 23   Chapter 24 and 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29 and 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39

Chapter 40 and 41    Chapter 42    Chapter 43, 44, 45, and 46


The Legend of Shadow Mountain

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5

Chapter 6    Chapter 7    Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapter 10

Chapter 11    Chapter 12    Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15

Chapter 16   Chapter 17    Chapter 18    Chapter 19    Chapter 20

Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23    Chapter 24    Chapter 25

Chapter 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29    Chapter 30

Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34    Chapter 35

Chapter 36    Chapter 37    Chapter 38    Chapter 39    Chapter 40

Chapter 41    Chapter 42    Chapter 43    Chapter 44    Chapter 45 & 46

Chapter 47    Chapter 48    Chapter 49    Chapter 50    Chapter 51


Teaser "Trailer" for Book 8 - Conquest of the Truth


The Crimson Storm

Chapters 1 and 2     Chapter 3    Chapter 4    Chapter 5    Chapter 6

Chapter 7    Chapter 8    Chapter 9    Chapters 10 and 11    Chapter 12

Chapter 13    Chapter 14    Chapter 15    Chapter 16    Chapter 17    Chapter 18

Chapter 19    Chapter 20    Chapter 21    Chapter 22    Chapter 23

Chapter 24    Chapter 25 and 26    Chapter 27    Chapter 28    Chapter 29

Chapter 30    Chapter 31    Chapter 32    Chapter 33    Chapter 34

Chapter 35 and Epilogue

httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013
Drums R Round, Pi's R Squared

On the Edge of Mystery


Chapter 11


Trust Your Instincts


          My mind is going berserk… sorry, poor choice of words… My mind is going wild with possible accusations, underlying connections, and the overall mystery… if there is one, which I believe there always is some type of correlation, and it is my job to find that out.

          The light of the day is past its peak, heading towards sundown.  So with that in mind my sisters and I walked home to eat supper; also herding our dragons in their stables, once we arrived, for their supper: Fredrick, Salmon with a few Trout and Perches; Spiker, chicken with some Halibut and Herrings; and Meatballs gets a collection of “yummy” Granite and Schist rocks with some sedimentary sandstone for seasoning… and of course meatballs.

          Now going inside the house, we smelled some yak stew.  We all looked at each other and knew exactly who was cooking.

          We were like, “ Yes! Haven’t had mother’s stew in a while.”

          This time mother had set the big table in the living room for supper.

          “We’re home,” I called out.

          Father answered back, “Right on queue.  Your mother and I were just talking about coming to git you.”

          Asvord then rebutted, “I think some of your grammar done did got freezened off yo brain der.”

          As mother came out with the pot, I quipped back at my sister, “Seems like whatever is wrong with father is catchy.”

          “Oh stop,” she replied.  “You know what I meant.”

          “Yeah, I guess I do,” I replied.  “Unfortunately.”

          Dagmar came in from her room saying that she is going to the Thorvalds’ for supper.  We bid her, “Goodbye,” for now.

          Sitting down on our seats: Asvord and I on the left side of the table if you come in the front door, with Elsa on the right side, and father at the head of the table with mother sitting opposite him on the other side; pausing one for one moment, mother then went around dishing out the stew in our bowls that are in front of us, ending with serving her own bowl.  The first bite of the stew melted in my mouth… it is that good.

          After a few minutes of eating, father then spoke while pointing at the stew with his spoon, “How come your stew is so much better, Svana?  I’ve made this stew before, served it, and you guys usually start talking about something by now.  Since you haven’t, I know that her stew has to be good.  I have watched you, Svana, make this stew many times, from when we were first married to now after I’ve came back home, yet the result are different.  This time I even helped you make, prepare, and cook the stew, still yours is different than mine.”

          Mother is trying not to smile while she eats, not even looking up; Elsa then pipes in, “It is because she made it with love.”

          “What!  Are you saying I don’t?” sarcastically demanded father.

          “No, no, n- I didn’t meant it that way,” Elsa began frantically.

          Asvord then put her hand up then to help Elsa with the comeback, “Well, we know you love us, father, yet with your maturity and wisdom, stew is beyond your degree of intellect.”

          Mother had been taking a drink of milk, to hide her smile, but what Asvord said in the way she said it was too much for mother to handle: Mother started laughing, nearly choking on her milk.

          I then gobbled up a few bites before mother was finally able to say, though still with a big grin and still some laughter, “Don’t eat so fast, Jarl.”

          Smiling myself a little, I then answered back, “I want to eat this stew because if Asvord goes from her incorrect grammar to an intellectual Fishlegs about stew, then I want some of that too.”

          Mother then smiled as she shook her head; father then said, “I think Asvord just told me I’m old.  Yet in the way she said it, makes me sound older.  Though it was a complement… I think.”

          The stew is a basic stew: Yak meat, potatoes, carrots, and a thick chicken broth.  Yet mother’s stew and father’s stew has two distinct flavors.  Both are good, yet mother’s is for sure better than father’s.

          As supper went on, not much more was said.  Everybody was nearly done with their second helping of stew, I am still on my first, playing with some of the potatoes with my spoon.

          Mother then softly asked, “Jarl, are you alright?  By now you would have started asking for a third helping.”

          “I guess I’m not very hungry,” I replied.  “Been thinking.”

          Asvord then said as she helped herself to a third helping of stew, “Heaven help us; Jarl’s been thinking.”

          I just rolled my eyes.

          “What’s on your mind, son?” questioned father.

          As a family, we have been raised to not keep a secret unless the secret is to protect or serve the family better by keeping the secret, secret.  Our parents teaching us always to be honest with each other and to those around us; because, if we have a problem with something or worried about it, then the best way to figure it out and-or fix is to talk about it.

          So I did, “It is what I’ve learned recently about a few of the mysteries.”

          “Yeah,” stated father.  “I was going to ask about that.  What have you learned when you went to see Annett about her adventures?”

          “I’m not sure if I want to follow through with the clue to see where it leads because…,” I began.  “Remember that symbol on the ships in that graveyard we saw?”

          Mother answered, “Yes, with the two swords angled down to the middle of the mast.”

          Father added, “And the swords having three or four humps on them.  That symbol is the symbol Annett has on her diary.  To boot, not only is her home island connected with this symbol, this is also her family crest.  If that was enough, Annett’s diary holds the whereabouts of a possible treasure and… old Dragon Hunter bases.”

          Both mother’s and father’s eyebrows were raised followed by them nodding their heads; father then said, “That would be a lot to think about.”

          “I’m not done,” I answered.

          “Oh,” he chuckled.

          Continuing I said, “Annabeth went after her missing dragon, Sirena.  Sometimes she can be determined, setting her mind to something, and not stopping until it gets done.  She never stopped to find Anora, though allowed us to help her find her dragon.  Now she is a lot better in welcoming help, but first she would want to try it on her own before asking for help.  I just can’t shake this sick feeling in my gut about her.  It is nearly ready for sleep and she isn’t back yet.”

          Asvord stated, “That hasn’t stopped a viking yet.”

          “But she left immediately after we went to Sirena’s home island to go searching for Sirena.  One reason I have this feeling is because she didn’t take any provisions with her,” I declared.

          Mother tried to assure me, though her face said otherwise, “She is a resourceful girl.  She can take care of herself.”

          “Anything else?” wondered father.

          “Well, I did get attacked while at the Thorvalds’,” I finally said.

          “What?!  Are you okay?!” demanded mother.

          “Yes I’m fine,” I reassured.  “Surprised you didn’t notice when I came in, though I think it is going to be one of those black eyes that don’t surface until morning.”

          As mothers will do, she got up to come over and look at my face.

          “Annett helped me attend to it, so it shouldn’t be as bad as it could have been,” I said.  “I got ice on it immediately following.”

          Mother demanded that I explain, so I did.

          “There can’t possibly be anything else, can there?” asked father.

          I smiled, “Actually there is.”  Father just chuckled as I continued, “I know what happened to Vemund and how I helped him get back, but I also have a weird feeling in my gut that something is off about him.”

          “You do have a lot on your plate,” said mother as she and the girls stood up to get the dish to take them into the kitchen.

          Father then looked at me, putting his left hand on my right shoulder, “Don’t down play your gut instinct.  We don’t know how we get it, but we vikings do.  For ages, vikings have lived by their instincts.  If not, some of us wouldn’t be sitting here today; some even without limbs.  Some, like Gobber, if they hadn’t trusted their instincts, a limb might have been more that they had lost.  I believe we were given this gut instinct for a reason.  If it just doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t.  However, when you do follow your gut, be wary of your surroundings as that bad feeling you had about something bad happening, might be what happens to you.  But if you don’t follow your gut, something bad might happen anyway.  It is usually up to the person who has the gut feeling to lessen or hopefully get rid and fix whatever bad thing might happen into something else.”

          I told my father I would be careful, as we both knew what I was going to do next, in the morning.

          After taking the last couple of dishes into the kitchen and father taking the pot in to store it for lunch tomorrow in the fireplace, we all said we should get ready for bed.  And we did.  Just as we were going upstairs, Dagmar came home and did the same while going to her room.

          Saying our goodnights and going to bed, though first bedding down our dragons for the night, we went up stairs and took turns in the wash room to change our clothes and then brush our teeth together.  We did not literally brush our teeth together as that would be difficult and our arms would be in a pretzel knot.  Then saying our goodnights to each other, we then closed our eyes.

          Within a half hour, Elsa was fast asleep as well as Asvord… though yours truly was not.  I kept thinking now about what dad said about a gut instinct-feeling.

          “That was a ‘perfect’ thing to say to someone… right before they go to bed,” I thought.  “Kind of like a nursery rhyme gone bad.  I never got why you would sing the one about the baby in a tree.  What kind of irresponsible parents would stick a baby in a tree, let alone in a cradle that if it rocked, it would break, and down would come baby cradle and all.  I know that is how it goes, but when you think about it, it isn’t that great of a song to sing.  The tune is… more or le…ss what… puts….. the per…. son… to……. slee-.”

          Next thing I know I am waking up the next morning.

          Getting up with my sisters as we all woke a first light, I said rhetorically, “You are supposed to get rest when you sleep, right?  But how come when you wake up the next morning and remember what you did or say before you fell asleep the previous night, you feel that you only got a couple minutes of rest yet you sleeped… slept for several hours?”
          “Jarl?” Asvord said stretching.  “Shut up, you thinks too much sometimes, out loud in this case, and especially in the morning.”

          We went down stairs and got some buttered bread with a little bit of the stew, from last night, for breakfast this morning.  Wanting to have a light breakfast, I only ate one slice of bread; although the slice was fairly large.

          Mother and father said they had meeting to attend with Elders and Chief of the tribe, so that is where they were going. My sisters and I decided on a morning flight.  So now going out to our dragons, feeding them, then getting them ready for a morning’s flight, Ali and Undyne along with Angie and Nina came by asking for Asvord and Elsa.  My sisters went along with them… apparently only a girl thing.

          I and my parents flew up to Gobber’s hut to see about the work ahead, but he said he got all the work done earlier and told me to take the day off.

          “How’d the soup work on Gothi last night?” I asked as he started walking towards The Great Hall for the meeting.

          “Oh that?” Gobber said then downplaying the “What if” factor.  “Pfft, I had that woman eating out of the palm of my hand by the time she got done eating.  Not literally of course, but there isn’t anything I can’t fix that woman that she can’t resist…. It’s the old battleaxe’s weakness.”

          Gobber went on to say, “And found out that the key to opening the Dragon Eye, as they call it, is a Snow Wraith’s tooth.  That would be a mouth I’d like to work on, though not when I’m on the menu.  Anyway, the gang with Gothi left for Glacier Island very early this morning, even before daylight had come so they could get there with plenty of daylight to spare.”

          “Glacier Island?” I thought.  “That’s further north than Icestorm Island.”  Then I said out loud, “I hope they have success with their trip.  A Snow Wraith is trickier than a Night Fury to deal with, let alone train.”

          “Aye, that is lad.  Well I’m off for the clan meeting.  We’re discussing some defense plans for Berk’s always-ready catapults.  So there might be some extra work going into setting them up over the next week, as we need to fortify Berk even though Dagur would dare come this close to Berk.  But if Alvin has the gull to do it, so can Dagur.”

          He and my parents started up the steps to The Hall and entered.  Fintan and Marigold went in with them.  Their dragons hardly ever leaved their side.  But since dragons have been allowed in The Great Hall, as long as they do not cause a fuss, everybody that has a dragon sometimes brings them in.  Fintan and Marigold have bounded so well together, that they are as inseparable as my father is to my mother now.

          Before I was able to start thinking about what to do next, Cazi swooped in on Electic, nearly knocking me over with the wind that she carried.

          “What’s the big hurry?” I asked.

          “Plenty Jarl,” Cazi said, rather worriedly.  “Annabeth didn’t comeback last night.  To boot, she hasn’t comeback for breakfast either.”

          Gut feeling coming again.

          “That’s not all,” Cazi said, sounding more fantically.  “Anora flew back just now wanting me to follow her.  I’m off now to go follow her, you should come too.”

          “Okay,” I replied.  “Let me stop at home to get some supplies.”

          On the way home, it felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut…

          Gut feeling intensifies!

AngNadder's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 02/21/2016
Oh the Cliff hanger >:D I

Oh the Cliff hanger >:D I can't wait! Wanna see me girl in battle !



This is a Signature, and I am Angie.


Hi i'm Angie! You might remember me if you are also a "veteran" lol, I started playing SOD back in early 2014 so I remember the old glitches and I remember when there was just Berk and the main SOD island. I don't play SOD all that often anymore but I won't forget the memories and experiences I had playing it. I don't regularly visit the forum either, I just kinda moved on from that stage of my life lol.

Anyway, heres where you'll find me these days:



Anyway, here's the rest of the signature where you'll find more stuff

(Expansion pack icons made by Gorge_sparkflare)



These are ancient lol


Ancient ScreenShot Comics I made:

Touble Maker:

Deadly Gas:


Rescue Part 2:




I had these commisioned ages ago and I feel really bad now as a grown person because I should've paid these amazing artists. The least I can do is credit them so I did. 






All four of these gifs are made by the amazing Defy!!!




(by Nessie ty ^^)



by the amazing Nessie (THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH)


my charecter by the amazing PIXEL!!!!!!!

My Viking no longer looks like this but I love the art still. 




memes i have saved here 



by Whisper the Wolf


httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013
Oh there's a battle coming

Oh there's a battle coming soon, and a new foe to meet... or one that has already been known...

AngNadder's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 02/21/2016


httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013
Drums R Round, Pi's R Squared

Well, the battle won't be in the next chapter.  Possibly Chapter 13, more likely 14.


I've dropped hints and clues throughout my chapters about who the new foe could be, but don't count out anybody from previous books either.

(I give a hint, and then I give even more possiblities and so you're basically back at square one.)  hehe.  XD

httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013
You're excited about reading

You're excited about reading it?  I'm excited about typing it.  Sometimes i get too excited writing and think to much and do less typing.  XD

AngNadder's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 02/21/2016
XD yeah i feel ye. I write my

XD yeah i feel ye. I write my FanFic Zina the Mysterious's back story. And yeh i write it and i love it XD if you want to check it out:


So yeah :)

httyyd's picture
Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 10/12/2013
Sorry for not linking sooner