A small rowboat was headed out of the Archipelago. In it was a young woman, she had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and you could tell she was pregnant. Her name was Ása Jorgensen. In a dragon raid, she'd been caught outside without a weapon and had hidden in a boat. Unfortunately, a Monstrous Nightmare had knocked the boat off the dock, sending Ása on her trip across the world. She'd tried to get home but a Thunderdrum had attacked them, sending them out of its territory and farther from Berk.
They were now headed towards the most feared island outside of the Archipelago: Grimmborn Island. The headquarters of the Dragon Hunters. No one ever went there and left with their limbs intact unless they were working with Ryker or the unseen leader of the Hunters, Viggo Grimborn. Ása was woken by a thud when the current tossed her up on the beach. She heard voices and hid, not knowing where she was. She saw some rough looking guys, who were obviously not Vikings carrying some sort of glowing chest. There was a dragon egg inside. It was glossy black with a few bumpy spots in the same colour at the top of the egg. Ása shrugged it off and decided to make sure not to let these guys know she was on their island. She'd have to find somewhere to hide.
"Oi, what's that?" one of the men asked.
"Hey, it looks like a small boat. Do you think someone's on the island?" another answered.
"On Grimmborn Island? Psshh. Never! Who'd have the courage to come here? There are big scary Dragon Hunters here." the first guy mocked.
They both laughed. Ása thought of her friend Valka, she would have hated these Dragon Hunter guys. Valka had thought that dragons were just defending themselves and had saved dragons in raids many times. Ása watched the men walk away, still laughing and decided to look for a place to stay until she could leave.
It was starting to get dark when Ása finally found a large enough cave. She walked in farther and tripped on a rock. There was a cave in ahead of her. She looked at it closely. This "cave in" actually looked intentional. In fact there was a spot where she could pull out some rocks and go through without knocking it over. On the other side there was a torch on the wall with flint and a knife next to it. She struck the flint and lit the torch. The room was a decent size and had a hearth and a chair. "Someone's been here." Ása said out loud, startling herself. She found a dusty note on the small dusty table next to the dusty chair. It read:
Dear person,
I've been discovered by the Hunters. Fortunately they didn't find this place, but I will most likely soon be caught. I have something to confess. I didn't conquer my Skrill, I befriended him. His name is Hunter. I feel bad for leading attacks against other tribes.
Forgive me please,
Chief Drake the Mighty of the Berserker Tribe
So this was the cave of a Berserker Chief who'd disappeared after conquering everyone with an army of Skrills. The Berserker tribe mourned the loss of the dragons every year since they'd all been either killed by trappers, other Vikings, or even Dragon Fever, a sickness caused by the now extinct Coughing Fly that gave humans a cold and dragons a deadly disease.. Though the Berserkers held the Skrills in reverence, they killed all other dragons. At least the Hunters hadn't found this cave. She'd live here for now. One day in the future, once her child was born, and had grown up a bit, and she found a way, she could be reunited with her husband and son, presuming he hadn't moved on already.