Prologue: Legends
It is told that hundreds of years ago, when the gods had just raised the land from the sea and the Vikings were just starting to make their journeys and raids, hulking beasts dominated the skies. Appearing in different shapes and colors, these gigantic winged reptiles were the most terrific thing one could ever see. The dragons that plague the Viking colonies nowadays are nothing, nothing, compared to what these beasts were.
No one knows where they came from, but it was rumored that they were created by the gods in some sort of competition of displaying powers. What was known, however, was that these demons seemed to bend the lesser dragons to their will, forming themselves armies that darkened the sun and left nothing alive in their wake, no humans, no animals, no plants, nothing. They were the essence of fear; they were the Overlords.
What was fortunate to whole mankind was that these creatures seemed to be only interested in fighting and defeating each other. If one was unlucky enough to witness one such a battle, but lucky enough to not be noticed, he could tell afterwards of the flames that seared the sky and made it glow enough to make the difference between night and day almost nonexistent.
This is the point where the stories differ; why there aren't any Overlords left to be seen. Most simply say that they killed each other off, and those who won eventually died in their wounds themselves. But one source is different. According to that, one Overlord eventually gained so much power that its might challenged even the gods. That after a failed attempt to dethrone the gods, Odin himself made sure that no Overlord could ever again roam freely, and so the Overlords disappeared from the face of the Earth.
Of course, all of this is just legends, mere stories to inspire the young warriors.
Berk. An remote island at the Northern seas. An island of vast forests and rugged cliffs. An island of tough weather and hard work. It is the home for a tribe of Vikings, and surprisingly enough, to a group of dragons.
Such a co-existence was unheard of until recently, when a scrawny teen, not even considered to ever become a good Viking, changed everything. By befriending and forming a strong bond to an injured dragon, he eventually managed to break the circle of death between Vikings and dragons. That was ultimately achieved when the teen and his dragon killed an extraordinary large, parasitic dragon called the Red Death. And Red Death… she was one of the Overlords.
A/N: Just rewrote parts of this, I'll be updating every single chapter in the following weeks, and then finally, new chapters! :D