Nraseri and the Viking

by RuinedFox

The Nraseri Clan has always been elusive. When tragedy strikes, Toothless, a young Night Fury is given an amulet that has the power to turn him human. Now he must become the guardian of a small Viking boy with a big destiny: to unite the world of Vikings and dragons. But a great evil looms. Can Toothless keep his secret and unite the two worlds before it is too late? Not a SLASH

1. Prologue

The morning sun shone hesitantly on the foreign land, dispelling the uppermost layer of fog that had settled. The Isle of Grimdel was located on the very edge of the Barbaric Archipelago, a many week's trip away from the closest center islands. It was a small and dreary island but was home to two of the strongest and most terrifying clans around.

The small village of the Grimsavage tribe sat menacingly on the eastern side of the island, overshadowed by the high and spindly trees that inhabited the chunk of rock. For that is what it was, a grey, dreary, and nasty rock. With fog that seldom lifted, and grey slate cliffs, the Isle of Grimdel was not the sort of place anyone would want to live.

The Vikings that were awake in the early hours of the morning glanced at the skies grimly and tightened their grips on their ever-present weapons. Some peered out doors and carted dark, bent armour to and from the old, half-burnt forge at the center of the village. But what was most unsettling about this Viking village was not the dark, suffocating atmosphere, or its unsmiling inhabitants, but the figurehead that marked the entrance to the village itself.

For in front of the gate, glaring hollowly out into the fog-choked trees was a large dragon skull as wide as a man's forearm and as high as four large hands. It sat on a thick bloodstained stake two meters from the ground, a strange black dragon-scale shroud trailing behind it. The skull's once-seeing eyes bore into the fog as a warning to those who may enter and as a plea to others to turn back before this too becomes their fate.

The western side of the island was a little more open and welcoming, with large fields and a long series of caves that riddled the cliff walls. The fog here was not as dense, almost completely disappearing with the rise of the sun. It was here that the second fearsome clan dwelled. Known for their ability to disappear into the night and cause havoc within the centermost islands for centuries, this clan retreated quietly back to the islands in which they came from. But unlike the other inhabitants of the island, this was not a clan not Vikings. No, this was a clan of dragons so feared by humans that many claimed that they were the offspring of Lightning and Death. To the Grimsavage Vikings, this terrible foe was known as the Nraseri Clan. To the rest of the Archipelago, they were known as Night Furies!