Welcome to berk. It's a small town with lots of big people and has been here for generations. For such a small town it has changed a lot over the past decade. Nearly every building is brand new. The buildings are strong and durable the people even more so. The upsides are, well there aren't any upsides there is a large crime gang living right under our noses that get a kick out of burning down buildings or sending them skyward. My name is Henry Haddock and this is my story.

"HENRY GET DOWN HERE!" a familiar voice shook through the house. The door to the room burst open and a giant man with a red beard emerged.

"Get out of bed right now I don't want to waste my time trying to get you up!"

"Dad it's Saturday let me sleep."

"Henry do you even check the date, it's Monday!"

With that I launched myself out of bed leaving the blankets a crumpled mess. " that's better now get ready the bus will be here soon." He boomed.

Steven Haddock was my father and he was constantly yelling or what seemed like yelling from his deep voice. Whenever he spoke everyone stopped and listened to what he was saying no matter what he was saying. He was the chief commissioner of the berk police and couldn't have been any tougher on the criminals.

"Henry the bus is here get going!"

I descended the stairs three at a time trying to pull on my shoe simultaneously. When I reached the landing I couldn't stop myself from falling face first into the carpeted flooring.

"Get up and go already." My father yelled and before I knew it his beefy hands picked me up before standing me upright. With a small thanks I went out the door and boarded the bus. The bus was as usual mostly full except for one seat towards the back. As I walked down towards the seat I landed on my face yet again within 10 minutes.

"Did you have a nice trip Hiccup? I'll see you next fall." the voices owner started snorting from his own joke.

"That joke is as old as your clothes are Snotlout" I quipped.

"What did you say about my clothes fishbone?"

"what time period are the from really? The Viking era perhaps or maybe even before." With that said and Snotlout trying to figure out when that was I continued down the bus to the seat. The rest of the ride was in silence apart from the occasional small talk here and there. As soon as I stepped of the bus a chubby blonde boy wearing a brown dragon t-shirt was running towards me. Once he stood in front of me he leaned forward resting on his knees panting.

"What's so important that you had to run over here and tell me?"

"They *pant* bought *pant* a new *pant* 3D printer *pant*."

"About time the old one wasn't working properly. It kept leaving out chunks of the printout."

I started heading towards the engineering wing but realized I was walking by myself and turned around.

"Frank aren't you coming with me?"

"Just give me a minute and you know everyone calls me Fishlegs."

"fine Fishlegs I'll wait for you then we go okay." He gave me a small thumbs up before doing some deep breathing. He never really was athletic so he would usually tire quite easily so we would only walk around so he wouldn't fall behind.

He pushed open the double doors of E wing and turned the corner before me. When I turned the corner I was gobsmacked.

"Viola!" he said with a giant grin on his face.

"Frank! You never said it was this big!"

Before us stood a machine standing 5 metres high and 10 metres wide. It was a dark blue colour with chrome bars for it to slide across. To the Side there was a visible section to reload all the alloys that would be used.

"Apparently some students are using it to rebuild a car. It is a lot quicker to print out a new part then to try and find a replacement and have it delivered."

I glanced at my watch and saw it was 8:59. "Of course it is. Frank we should probably start going to our classes."

"Yea, you're right we don't want to be late for class people might think we're skipping class." As if on cue the bell rang and some crowds dispersed.

The first session was English with Mildew I don't know how he got that nickname and I don't care. Mildew was always the irascible teacher that continued rambling about a subject so no one paid any attention. After 40 minutes of torture I started heading towards metalwork with Mr Belch. I was heading past the science rooms and there she was.

"Astrid" I said dreamily with a goofy grin on my face.

But what was that orange behind her? I snapped out of my trance upon realisation. The look on her face. The whole class running out coughing behind her. The science room is on fire! Then a man came through the door shortly after with a homemade flamethrower in hand.

"The Helheim gang is here and don't you ever mess with us." He shouted before running outside.

I ran after him but he was already gone. People could have died because of him and lots more possibly will. I should probably head back to see if I could go and help out.

When I got there the ambulances had arrived alongside some police cruisers and fire trucks with ash still floating through the smoke scented air. There on a stretcher was a large man with a long moustache laying with his eyes closed.

"Gobber."