This is the first chapter in The Hunt. Leave me a review telling me what you think I can do better. If you have any questions pm me or ask in the comments and ill answer them to the best of my abilities.

Ch1. The beggining

A man, in hes early 20's sits tall on the back of his black beast on top of a sea stack, as he watches a small island across the sea. He stares at the island as if its about to grow legs and walk off the edge of the world. Never in a hundred years did he think he would see this place again. So many memories and only a miniscule were good ones.

On his hip he carried what seemed to be a metal handle used for a sword. To the naked eye this would seem useless. But if you're the more observant type you could see the button that released a blade covered in a thick flamable goo that could be ingnited to make a flaming sword. The other side released a gas that could be used to escape a dangerous situation. And if the gas was to be met by a spark or flame it would cause a explosion.

Anyone could see that this man was skilled in his craft. From the scalled, black armour he wore to the arsenal of weapons at his desposal. All crafted with the signature HHH. The man himself was no taller than 6'4 and weighed no more than 15 stones. With his helmet off his shaggy auburn hair fell right at his shoulders height.

His height and weight compared none to the black beast that rested under him. Its eyes green as the grass. looking into them was as comparable as looking into two glass orbs. The beasts' scales were as balck as night and as smooth as a midnights lake.

The man sat on the beasts back staring intently at the island, thinking for what seemed hours. The beast, growing impatient with its rider, shifted on the ground and huffed, smoke emiting from its nostrils. The man took notice of this and reached into one of the baskets hitched to the beasts side pulling out a fish and giving it to it.

The man got off the beast and walked to the middle of the sea stack to restoke the fire. They had been camped on this rock for about a week watching the ships enter and leave the island. waiting, planing. The past couple of days the ships entering and leaving had slowed. This was mainly because of the coming winter. Soon the waters around the island would freeze leaving it without a way off or on the island. Trade routes would be closed, this meant they would have to be stock pileing food and water.

The man stared into the fire thinking of the past some 9 years ago. His life before the events that took place that day could be classified as an actuall 'living hell'. By the time his dragon snapped him out of it the sun was already going down. sometime in the weeks to come he would have to return to the island. To the place he hated the most. To his hell, to face his demons, to face his father.

--BREAK--

16 years earlier, Berk

A boy and his mother sat inside their home awaiting his fathers return from the Great Hall. There had been a meeting about food rations for the winter to come. The boy had been playing with his toys in his room when the first horn was sounded. He was only 5 at the time but he knew the sound all too well. He rushed down the stairs to his mother who was preparing dinner on the central fire. The two tried their best to keep quiet as to not draw attention to themselves as the dragons swarmed around the village outside.

The boy watched his whole world come crashing down as a firey explosion took a wall away from the house. A dragon the size of one of the regular houses in the village crawled in searching for food. It was brown and white. It had claws as big as his arm. His mother placed herself between him and the dragon. She would not allow her son to be taken away from her, even if it meant she needed to die in his place. She threw pots and pans at the dragon, but to no avail it did nothing but seem to anger the beast.

As the dragon was about to pounce an axe was thrown between the two making them stop and look in the direction the axe came from. There, the father of the child stood. The father wasted no time in rushing for the dragon but was swatted away by the beasts' tail. He hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the ground. he could do nothing as he watched the dragon carry his beloved wife away as he lay on the ground fading in and out of consciousness.

He didnt know how long he was out, only that when he awoke the dragons were gone and the sun was just rising. He remembered the events that took place that night. His beloved was taken from him by the demons. He remebered his son was in the house with her. He stood and started frantically searching through the rubble for his son. members of the village were already aat the chiefes house when they saw him digging through the rubble.

"Chief what are ya' doin'?"

"Ive got the find my Son!"

Some of the villagers came to the aid of the chiefe and started to dig through the wreckage. They searched for the better part of a hour and came up empty handed. The chiefes best friend, Gobber. Came to his side.

"The people did their best stoick..."

The chief silently wept at the thought of losing both his son and wife. Gobber gave him a pat on the back and went to help the other village people with their houses.

The chief sat alone at what used to be his house. He felt a pat on his shoulder "I wish bot to be disturbed right now, please".

The small voice of a child no older than 5 came from behind him. " I just wanted to know where mom was". Stoick turned to see his son standing behind him perfectly fine. He thought the god were playing tricks on him for letting his wife be carried away by dragons.

"dad are you ok?".

Stoick didnt care if it was the gods playing tricks on him he scooped his boy up in his arms and engulfed him in one of the biggest bear hugs ever and began to wheep with joy. "Oh my boy! My boy is alive!". His son was to shocked to say anything.

"I will never anything happen to you Hiccup"

Mmkay this is a experimental first chapter. I may keep it up. Tell me what you guys think of it. Next chapter will soon. dont forget to review and fav for updates.

sincerely Klovin.