I got the urge a while back to write a little story about my 2 HTTYD OCs: Sigrid and Voltage. This is essentially how they met. It's a short story, probably gonna be under 10 chapters and with the rate I'm writing them, it'll probably be a daily update kind of thing.

I do not own HTTYD, only this story and my characters.

This is Stormchaser Island. It's called that because of the storms that surround the entire island… and make it nearly impossible for boats to dock. Yeah, we don't get a lot of visitors. But that's probably for the best. We Stormchasers can get pretty violent. Yes, Stormchaser is also the name of our tribe. Obviously a lot of brain power went into naming the island.

Anyway, my name is Sigrid, Sigrid Henderson and I'm a Stormchaser. The only family in my life was my dad, Edgar the Stubborn. And he's aptly named too. My father is more stubborn than a mountain. You're more likely to get the mountain to move than to get my father to do something he doesn't want to. Ever since I was born, my father never gave me the time of day. You see, he always wanted a son, but he got stuck with me instead.

"Sigrid, hurry up! We're gonna be late for our basket weaving class!"

I moved over to my bedroom window and saw my best friend, Halla, standing in front of my house. "I'll be down in a minute!" I called back.

Basket weaving class, oh joy. Was this going to be the highlight of the day? Or would it be cooking class or sewing class? I sighed and threw my satchel over my shoulder and shut the front door behind me. Did I have nothing to look forward to other than the daily craft classes?

"So I'm guessing you overslept?" Halla asked, walking next to me.

"Yeah," I yawned, "My dad was up all night sharpening his weapons and getting his supplies ready for today."

"Oh, that's right; today's the day of Baldr's dragon hunt, isn't it?"

I nodded. It was Stomrchaser for young Vikings to venture out in the wilderness with a hunting party when they turned sixteen. It was their job to track down and capture a dragon to tame and if they succeeded, they would officially be declared a Viking. Today was Baldr's sixteenth birthday, he's the Chief's son… and my fiancé. My dad and the Chief are pretty close and I guess my dad thought marrying me off to the Chief's son would be a good way to get me out of his hair. I'm not even sixteenth and I'm already engaged to be married.

Basket weaving class seemed to go on for hours. While Halla seemed engrossed by our teacher's lesson, I was miles off. I'd zone back in every so often enough to catch the teacher say something about baskets… or weaving or something. I already knew everything she had to teach about basket weaving and I was already done putting together today's assignment. I didn't care much for these crafts, but I was a natural at it and sewing and cooking too. But that's not what I cared about.

What really had my attention was the combat arena. That's where the recruits would learn to fight, learn archery and tame their dragons. It's where Baldr's dragon would be caged until he tamed it. I could hear the cling and clang of swords clashing and had to fight the urge to ditch my class and watch. It's happened before a few times and I got quite the scolding each time.

Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to learn to fight. I wanted to have the feel of a sword between my hands as I sliced through a training dummy and knocked down my opponent. I wanted to know the feeling of an arrow leaving my bow and striking the center target with deadly precision. And most importantly, I wanted to know the feeling of the wind rushing through my hair and the gentle hum and feel of dragon scales as we soared.

I wanted to be a real Stormchaser.

Stormchaser wasn't just the name of our tribe or our island. It was also a title of great honor and power and it has only ever been bestowed upon a Viking once in our history. That Viking was Anvindr the Stormchaser, my great-great-grandfather. There were three requirements one had to fulfill in order to earn the Stormchaser title: you had to tame a Skrill – the most elusive and powerful dragon on Stormchaser Island – ride into the eye of a storm and ride on a lightning bolt with a Skrill. If one succeeded in doing that, they would be dubbed true Stormchasers and masters of the Skrill and lightning. And to this day, no other Vikings has met those requirements.

I had never seen a real Skrill before. They aren't classified as Strike class for nothing. Sure there's plenty of Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, Gronckles, Scauldrons, and other dragons around. But the Skrill is the one that everyone wants to get their hands on. But like I said, they're elusive. They're hard to catch and even harder to find.

Sure, all this sounds easy for someone to do. The only problem is that I'm a girl. Still not seeing the problem? Well, I'll put it another way: in Stormchaser society, girls aren't allowed to fight or tame a dragon. The only thing we're allowed to do and what we're expected to do is learn how to sew, craft, cook and raise a family. That's it.

But I refuse to let that be the extent of my life. I know I'm meant for something bigger, I just know it! I will learn how to fight! I will tame a dragon!

I will become a Stormchaser… if it's the last thing I do.

Well I hope you guys liked that short little start. Like I said, this is going to be much shorter than my usual stories and it's really just a small side project to distract me a little. Hey, we all need some distractions right? lol

Next Chapter - The Skrill: Sigrid sneaks out to get a closer look at the Stormchasers' latest capture.

Cheers, ZP