B.E.R.K
1. Introduction
This is B.E.R.K, it stands for, battling evil, retaining kindness, great name right? The first part isn't so bad, ya'know, the 'battling evil' part, is kind of what we do. But who ever came up with the "retaining kindness" part needs a slap in the face. I mean really, retaining kindness, how do you retain kindness? I've heard of retaining water, but that's a totally different thing.
B.E.R.K. is located in a classified location, all I can tell you is it's a twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. Some of us like to joke that it's located solidly on the mariden of misery. I'm beginning to think they're right..
Describe it in one word? Sturdy, B.E.R.K. has been in operation for over seven generations. Not the oldest spy network around, but not the youngest one either. But somehow all the buildings look like new. We have bomb disarming classes, weapons training, hand to hand combat, and a charming view of the sunsets.
The only problems are our enemies, most people would give up, not us. Most, if not all of us are descended from vikings, they had stubbornness issues, and now so do we.
To befriend a dragon is forbidden, so of course that means most of us train to be dragon hunters. I've tried and failed the test to become one *ahem* three times.
Why do I keep trying? Stubbornness issues, remember? My name is Hiccup, great name, I know. But it's not the worst. If there's one belief that the older generations just won't let go of it's that a hideous name will ward off "unwanted things", like our charming, viking-like demeanor wouldn't do that.
That big guy over there with the red hair and beard is Stoick, there's a story that says he popped a dragons head right off of its shoulders when he was just a baby, do I believe it? Yes I do.
The meathead with interchangeable hands and attitude standing next to him is Gobber, his right hand man, and our weapons expert. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little, well, littler.
The other kids in my age range include Fishleg's, big, blonde, smart.
Next is Snotlout, my annoying, loud mouthed cousin.
The other blondes, the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, troublemakers through and through.
Last, but most certainly not least, the amazingly talented and beautiful, Astrid.
Their jobs are so much cooler, they get to go out in the field to train, I hardly ever leave the base. But one day I'll get out there, because killing a dragon is everything around here.
A Nadderhead would at least get me noticed, Gronckles are tough, taking down one of those would defanitly get me a girlfriend.
A Zippleback? Exotic, two heads, twice the status. And then there's the monstrous Nightmare, only the best vikings, er, dragon hunters go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
Then, there's the ultimate prize, the dragon no one has ever seen up close, it's called the Night Fury. This thing never steals food, never shows it's self, and…never misses.
No one has ever killed a Night Fury, that's why I'm going to be the first.
Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know, Stoick, yeah, he's my dad. I know, I know, the little weakling agent's father is the powerful leader of the whole shindig, believe me, I get the irony behind it. It's pointed out to me weekly.
Anyways, this is my home, my lifestyle, the things and people I have to deal with.
Welcome, to B.E.R.K.