12-第九章：威力蓄须王的预言(12)

‘My Prophecy,’ whispered the Witch Excellinor, eyes shining. ‘The Prophecy passed down from age to age and witch to witch… See, Alvin my darling? I whispered that Prophecy to you when you were a tiny babe… I rocked you to sleep with it… See how right your mother was?’ ‘One hundred years ago today,’ croaked the Druid Guardian, ‘in this very spot on Tomorrow, Grimbeard the Ghastly’s son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second, and his dragon, the Dragon Furious, were leading a peaceful Dragon petition to plead with Hiccup the Second’s father to end the misery of slavery. Grimbeard was tricked into mistaking the Petition for Rebellion. He killed his very own son by his very own sword, the Stormblade, and the blood of his son was spilt on the seat of this very Throne.’ The listening humans shivered at the sadness of this tale. ‘That was the beginning of the Curse upon the Throne and the island of Tomorrow. The dragons were beaten, and the Dragon Furious captured, and bound in inescapable chains in the depths of a forest prison. And Grimbeard the Ghastly, realising he had been tricked, stood in the ruins of his burning Castle, holding the body of his beloved son, and he swore that