23 One More Day

23. ONE MORE DAY Far away on the little isle of Hero's End, a boy lay stretched out unconscious on a beach. Camicazi was right. HICCUP WAS ALIVE. He only had one day left now. One day until a King would be crowned on the Doomsday of Yule. One day to persuade the Guardians that HE was the King and not Alvin the Treacherous. And he had no Things. Not a single one. How would he ever get to Tomorrow?

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For the Druid Guardian had closed up the borders of Tomorrow. He had called up his Guardian Protectors to defend the island of Tomorrow from any being, human or dragon, who might dare to try and set foot on the island now the Heir had been found, and the Crowning of the King was about to commence. And we have seen just how scary, just how terrifying, those Guardian Protectors can be. But at least Hiccup was ALIVE. Barely alive, but ALIVE still. Perched on his chest, his head tucked under his wing with shame, was the little old dragon, the Wodensfang, waiting for the boy to wake up.

I am a TRAIToR, I cannot see how this will end row