For as long as humans and cryptids have existed, they have fought. Over land, rights, and survival. But there was a time, just a hiccup of a moment, when they got along. It was the two most stubborn and fierce races ever to have lived; the Vikings, and the Dragons. The two races had fought long and hard, humans and cryptids had never been in such a long war with each other.
Until one magical day, when everything came together just right and allowed a miracle to happen; The young son of the chef shot down a dragon, a dragon that was black as night, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. But when the boy confronted the dragon with the intent to kill, he found that his heart would not let him. He let the creature go knowing it would most likely kill him, but the dragon did not, it let him go. The boy soon realized it could not fly, it was missing a fin from being shot down. The boy did something beyond unexpected for his race, he built a new fin for this dragon.
The first of his tribe, a young boy, and the last of his clan, a young dragon, became friends. They became brothers by the law of their new bond, a bond that could not be broken, not by wind or rain, nor by sword or scorned word.
Together, they saved their races from the great evil of the Red Death. They led their two races to a strong alliance. The Vikings and dragons fell in love with each other and their friendship became as strong as Odin's steel. Together they fought against those who opposed them, dragon hunters, slayers, and enemy humans. The boy grew up into the chief, and the dragon became the king, they ruled side by side, fiercely protecting each other as brothers in arms.
But sadly, their little world couldn't last. Humans could barely stand each other, let alone these large magical beasts. At time went by, the world evolved, and hunters became stronger. Both the Vikings and the Dragons were in danger from the hateful outside world, they could not stay together, no mater how much they wanted to. The wise Viking chief and the great Dragon King had to bid each other farewell, shattering each others hearts. The dragon king led his race into a secret world below the sea, hidden among the waves and seafoam, where they are said to hide this day. The Vikings kept the secret of the dragons, passing from one generation to the next.
Little did they know what a shockwave their action would cause, the disappearance of the dragons baffled the rest of the magical world as well, even they couldn't find the hidden dragon world beneath the waves. Soon the magical creatures of the rest of the world slowly went into hiding as well, like the dragons, they hoped one day humans and magic folk could live in peace.
They say the grass shines so brightly because of all the tears cried by the Vikings, and that the howling of winds is an echo from the sorrow of the dragons. They say the Vikings forged new stars to remember their dragons, that the winds are from the dragons flapping their wings to bring rain to the crops. They say the northern lights are the Dragons and Vikings celebrating in Valhalla, that their cups of wine tipped over and flooded the sky with that magical green glow.
This is the land of the lost dragons, a land of mystery and legend, a place of bittersweet love and all it's goodbyes. This is my home, and its name is Berk.