Bare with me on this i got the idea stuck in my head and had to jot it down. I hope you guys like it and give it a chance, this is more of a prologue than a first chapter just to give an insight on the story to come. Based in the 100 universe after primefiya though it stars characters from How to train your dragon that will mostly be introduced in the first chapter. there will be some time jumps and wont be in the bunker the whole story so as i said please give it a chance and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. No copyright infringement intended im just borrowing these characters to amuse myself.
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They lived together in that bunker for nearly seven years after Primefiya came. The selected few from each clan were given there own sections and were allowed their own rules as long as they followed the main rules given. No killing each other, No stealing from one another, no trouble causing. The 12 clans, Trikru, Azgeda, Skycrew, all but Floukru who were wiped out before the bunker was discovered. Each clan mainly tried to keep to themselves except for our leaders who had to interact.
There were nine levels in the bunker, each having a specific purpose. The bunker was set up like this. The Top level was our Polis where each team of representatives had their living quarters. Second floor was our training grounds and school rooms. Next floor held the common rooms and eating space and then it was the hospital and Tech bay, where i was forbidden to go since my father found it to be, well it was forbidden lets leave it at that. The next four floors were the sleeping quarters each one held three clans and had nine rooms with enough beds to house about seventy people. Which was necessary for us to be able to each save about 177 people per clan. With 450 people on each floor and the representatives living on the capitol level we managed to save around about 1900 people.
The Clans sharing the first housing floor were Trikru, Azgeda and Skikru, who were awarded the first floor together since they found the bunker and had the closest alliance. Next was Trishana, Sankru and Yuileda. Podakru, Ouskejon and Delphikru. Louwoda kru, Boudalan Kru and Ingranrona Kru. The last floor contained the Farming grounds, Kitchen and Water system with large metal tanks and bright lights, i rarely went that far after Snotlout made a remark that my father wouldn't go down to that level that low and if i had an 'accident' it would take a long time to find my body, i made it a priority not to be alone with him, ever.
After a few months people did begin to interact some, co - existing without having to go out of the way to avoid one another. Each clan would eventually begin to trade stories and legends as well as supplies. The children were taught together, learning the ways of each clan, the languages and our grounder history.
It was just past my seventh year when Primefiya hit and we were chosen to go to the bunker, i was surprised to say the least, expecting them to leave me behind due to my size and strength but my father had bargained for my survival, it must have been a good bargain cause here i am. Oh right, my father. He was a chief adviser to the commander and temporary Chief of our village when Indra was away, which was often. This meant he was pretty important and i was moved around a lot between Trikru and Polis. I much proffered to stay home where i could hide away and do my own thing. We got to live on Polis level with Indra and the other two reps from our home. I didn't get to talk to all of the reps though we lived in close quarters, my father only ever allowed for me to go to a handful of meetings.
To say i was happy to get away from the meetings was an understatement, my father wanted for me to take his place as leader when i was old enough though i was sure he didn't put to much hope in it, proffering to elect my cousin in my place. That was fine, i didn't want to lead, id be happy to be put on scout duty so that i could explore the area rather than being locked indoors, sandwiched between meetings and planning. There were so many layers in the bunker that most clans were given their own floors and there were plenty of hiding spots littered around the place that i was never short of finding somewhere to draw in peace. This stopped once we were all forced into school. I enjoyed our lessons, learning about the different rituals and ways of each clan was truly enlightening but when it came time to train like the warriors we were expected to be when we left the bunker, i opted out. Not easy let me tell you, they decided to lock us on the training floor during our lessons so that we wouldn't be interrupted and so we couldn't run off which left very few spaces to hide from lessons. remember that cousin i mentioned earlier, yeah, he made learning hard and took extra pleasure in taunting me especially when we started sparing.
Our lives here were pretty similar, everyone keeping to a certain schedule that took most a long while to get used to. Skikru told us it was how they lived on the ark (That's what they called their village in the Sky) apart from the weapons training, they said that was new. After a while i found that Skikru didn't seem as dangerous as my people had made them out to be. I remembered something my uncle had told me of them when they had first arrived, that they were just children from another place, lost in our world. I was confused about that but didn't dwell on it too long. My uncle was a lot like my mother i had been told once, though they shared no blood he was her brother in battle which made him my uncle, my mother died when i was young but my uncle had always been there for me, Lincoln was great like that.
I completely forgot to introduce myself, my Names Hiccup, Great name i know but it isn't the worst, its just what we name the runts in our village and while i was the runt, my father was intern chief and refused to leave me outside the village for the fates to take. That was what happened to most with a disfigurement, i wasn't disfigured, i was just an embarrassment, but yeah this is me, Hiccup haddock, son of stoic the vast of Trikru. This isn't my story though, its the story of the people, the last humans on earth.