Berk is a small town in the north. It often snowed, but no one ever seemed to mind. They had only three schools, the elementary, middle, and high school, all of which resided on the same campus. The school mascot for all three was the Viking. There wasn't a big sports department because there weren't any schools close enough to play.

The closest town was over twenty miles away, and all children from Berk were forbidden to go there.

The two towns always had a harsh rivalry that only got worse when a group of teenagers started to lead attacks on Berk.

They called themselves the Dragons, a name stolen from the high school mascot in their town. They would come in the night, rob several people, and then set houses on fire. No matter how hard they tried to find the Dragon's Nest, the place the group met and planned attacks, they were never found.

The identities of the group were mostly secret. They all wore elaborate costumes, dragons of course, to keep their identity hidden. They earned nicknames instead. Most people could probably identify all the people in the group if they looked close enough. Only one was sneaky enough that no one had even seen him in his costume, let alone his actual face.

He, however, always struck the hardest and left his own personal touch in most of his work. Unlike the others, he didn't bother to steal anything from the defenseless people, but rather everyone spread rumors about how he liked to hide in the trees and watch as people scrambled to save their possessions. As they ran to get their things, the house would eventually release a small explosion, possibly killing whatever family once lived in the home.

He never risked the day trips as the others did. He only came at night, sometimes he even risked thunderstorms.

The oddest thing about him was that everyone could tell when he had struck a house. Not because of his unique explosion, or because no items were stolen. The day after millions of posters are plastered all over Berk, written by him, bragging. Often the messages said things like 'Did you have fun running like chickens the other night? I sure enjoyed watching it. Thank you (insert name of attacked) for the show! I hope the lovely people of Berk suggest my next victim sometime soon!' And at the bottom, written in big black letters was always the name everyone gave him.

The Night Fury.