The beginning
A lone figure pelted down the hills moving quickly away from Berks largest home, the chiefs home. In the weak light of the predawn the figure moves in near silence with great speed. It reaches the town square in under a minute.
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Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, a small boy smaller than most berkians faster to, is known to the general population of berk the troublemaker apprentice of the blacksmith Gobber that leaves destruction and chaos in his wake, he is also the chiefs son. If you asked an average berkian what Hiccup did during the day they would scoff and say it didn't matter as long as he didn't ruin anything. Which to them seemed impossible. What none of them knew was that Hiccup was a genius, but in the ways of a Viking that didn't matter as much as brawn, mussel, and a love for fighting. What they also didn't know was that Hiccup was also a great actor and fooled ever single one of them at least once on a daily bases.
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At exactly 4:30 in the morning a terrible terror lands on the weathervane of the haddock household, pulling on a small string, releasing a hammer, that hit half of a broken shield, knocking it into an undersized bola ball, that rolled down a ramp tipping a bucket of cold water, directly onto hiccups face waking him up instantly. He sat up shaking the water from his face and hair. After dressing and resetting his alarm clock all except for the trigger mechanism (yes that is what I'm going to call that thing) he grabbed his satchel that contained his sketchbook and blueprints as well as some bread, and headed to the front door of his house. Everyone thought he was weak and slow, he made sure of it, and of corse they were very very wrong. He was extremely fast and certainly much strong than he looked. So after quietly closing his door he sprinted from the top of the hill his house sat on down to the town square were the forge was. He had work to do.