Chapter 1: Beneath Berk awaits… Whispering Deaths; Outcast-watching

Two weeks prior to the Dragon Invasion

Berk

Nestled near the shore ways of the ocean, possibly the Atlantic Ocean, located near somewhere in Norway or Iceland, a large and mountainous island was located. Stone stalactites were lining along the ocean area that surrounded the village of Berk. Carved into them were Celtic and Norwegian figures to make them look like Viking totem poles in a way. One of the carvings had its mouth holding a continuous burning torch in place, never going out at all, even in the night skies as of tonight. The city village itself, which consisted of huts, probably two stories or three levels high, were built along the shore canyon walls that led to the docks down below. And further back beyond the town, connected to bridges was a sort of stone coliseum of sorts.

The stone coliseum was Berk's very own Dragon Academy. It was there that the young Viking teens trained and learned more about Dragons. It was also where Vikings would go if they wanted to choose their own Dragon to ride. In Berk's past, it was used to train the teens how to slay dragons until a certain young Viking lad taught the people that they could train dragons and live in peace with them rather than kill them all the time.

The young lad spoke of was a Caucasian Viking, with medium reddish brown hair, with a few tiffs of hair growing down in the back of his neck, and his bangs combed to the right side, but still sticking out spiky and messy, and also green eyes to this unlikely boy. His frame was a bit thin, but not gangly, more like he had the frame of a young runner of sorts. He was dressed in a green long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbow, a brown furred vest that went down and ended at his waist. He also wore brown pants and a brown belt that held them up. But attached to the belt and fastened to his right leg, was a sort of tool pouch. And to finish his look, he had your typical Viking style boots. Well, Viking style boot. He was missing the lower part of his left leg, from knee to foot. However, in its place was a stunning metal prosthetic, almost looking too good to be of a Viking's work. The leg's design was sleek and perfectly accurate for the living thing; a metallic organic prosthetic leg of more high work and advancement than anyone could have ever thought possible. There were four leather straps on where the metal connected to the flesh. The rest was seemingly flawlessly shaped like an actual leg and foot; with the calf and greave linked together with a moveable and spring loaded muscle system inside of it being shown in the exposed back. Even the toes seemed to work properly, even though they were hollowed digits. The joints, seems, and moving parts were all amazingly made well to be smooth and functional.

His name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, and he was the son of the Chief, Stoick the Vast. He was the head of Berk's Dragon Training Academy, and his selected dragon was one of the most rare – the Night Fury – a dragon that could blend into the night. The Night Fury's name was Toothless, and he was the only Night Fury EVER seen on Berk.

The other Viking teens were more Viking like, and at one point most of them strongly disliked Hiccup.

One of them was a huge stout and strong fellow, around Hiccup's age group. He was huge in height and big in the midsection, especially the upper region. He wore an all fur shirt that nearly covered his whole body, black pants, and Viking style boots. His cheeks were pretty huge shrinking his face down a bit, with shaggy blonde hair with a small Viking helmet on his small head. This was Fishlegs, an expert on dragon knowledge. However much he tried not to, he had a bad habit of spouting out the information in RPG stats. His dragon was a round piggish-looking dragon – lazy, but not to be underestimated – a Gronkle he named Meatlug.

On Fishlegs' left were two teen fraternal twin brother and sister. They were both blonde and had sort of a thuggish look to them. They both wore the same type of Viking helmet, with which the horns were elongated to look like antelope horns. The male wore a brown fur vest, a gray shirt with a brown belt, with grayish blue pants, brown arm straps from wrist to elbow, and Viking style boots, and had long blonde hair and brown eyes. The female had her long blonde hair braided, two long braids in front, as well as two smaller ones that stuck up like animal ears, and brown eyes like her brother, dark gray armbands that went to her palms and ended at her elbows, as well as armbands on her biceps. She had on a sleeveless yellow shirt skirt held on by a black belt, dirty green pants and dark Viking style boots. The girl's name was Ruffnut, and her brother was named Tuffnut; both were wild, reckless, adrenaline junkies, but not all that bright. They shared the same dragon – a green, two-headed Hideous Zippleback – of which had two different names, Barf & Belch.

The other one was a blonde of fifteen, who stood out like the others did. Unlike the others, she had a few 2nd degree burn scars on her arms, and on the right side of her face, where an eye patch was placed over her right eye. She had on a red tight sleeveless shirt held by a black belt, gray brown pants, traditional Viking boots, black gloves to hide her hands in, black arm bands on her biceps, a black leather skirt, which had a few strange canisters looped into them. Her name was Syn, a sort of pyromaniac and explosive fanatic, who had a long-term history involving Dreaded Nightmares. Syn was one of the few who had always shown a small degree of respect to Hiccup, as they had once been friends long ago. For her, she chose a dragon that could shoot fire from its palms as well as its mouth – the Vicious Volcanoback – of which she named Smokescreen.

Then there was Snotlout Jorgenson, Hiccup's cousin. Unlike the others, this guy was a muscle-bound bully, probably just as bright as one, which stemmed he had the mental capacity of a big, dumb, ape. He had slicked back dark brown hair, with a Viking helmet on his head, sporting ram horns. He wore a faded yellow shirt showing off his muscled physic, a dark brown furred vest, with dark black pants, Viking style boots, and brown wrist bands. This fellow was the only teenager who could excel at being a Viking his own age, but being a complete meathead. It was unclear whether he was more monstrous than his dragon – a Monstrous Nightmare he named Fireworm.

Then there was Astrid Hofferson, the most toughest and most beautiful Viking teen girl known to ever exist in this age or day. She was a female Viking, only two centimeters smaller than Hiccup, but if there was one thing about this girl: size didn't matter with her. She looked very athletic; her body frame was thin for a Viking but she looked pretty agile. She had blonde hair with long bangs that cover the left side of her forehead, and a braided ponytail in the back, and dazzling blue eyes. She wore a leather band across her forehead, and faded bands around her forearms and palms, giving it a sort of boxing style. She also wore a grayish blue tight shirt with armored shoulder pads hooked on the sleeves. She even wore a red leather skirt with spikes and a pouch on her hip, with two small skull pendants on the belt. under the skirt, she wore tight black pants, and brown Viking boots. Astrid had one of the most beautiful dragons – a blue, bird-like dragon known as a Deadly Nadder – which she named Valkeryie.

These were the members of the Dragon Training Academy, and at this moment, they didn't know about the load of trouble they were about to get into.

The Cliffs outside of Berk

"What are we doing out here, anyways?" Snotlout complained, standing next to Hookfang, and looking very, very annoyed. "Again, I might add. We've been here for the past couple days. Can someone remind me why we're here again?"

Astrid placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.

"Were you not paying attention when Hiccup explained the reason for our being here?" Syn asked, stroking Smokescreen's snout. The dragon was purring like a giant kitten, obviously enjoying it. "The Outcasts could be planning to attack any day. It's our responsibility to keep an eye out and warn Stoick if Outcasts do show up. Is that good enough for you?"

Hookfang's eyes narrowed.

"I just hope they do soon," Snotlout grumbled, "I'm sick of waiting around!"

"No one's going to miss you if you leave, Snotlout," Astrid told him, sitting atop Valkeryie. "If you want to go find Outcasts, feel free to leave and do so. You can call us if you find any."

Syn looked around, suddenly noticing that Tuffnut and Ruffnut weren't with them. Both the twins and their dragon were missing from the group.

Astrid seemed to notice Syn's gaze, and looked down at her.

"Is something wrong, Syn?" she asked curiously.

Toothless growled, his ear twitching as it did when an unknown force pulled him toward the Dragons' Nest all those months ago. Hiccup pat him on the side of the neck to get his attention.

"It's okay, bud," Hiccup said.

"Where's Ruff and Tuff?" Syn asked from behind. "I thought you said they were going to be here, too."

"You see?!" Snotlout demanded furiously, "the twins can be dozing off in… who knows where… while I'm stuck here… Outcast-watching with you!"

"Shut up, Snotlout," Fishlegs murmured. It wasn't often Fishlegs stood up to Snotlout like this, but he was getting annoyed of Snotlout's complaining.

Hiccup walked over and looked around, realizing like the others that the twins were gone. He sighed and rolled his eyes, as it was predictable to see the twins were gone… yet again… and nowhere to be seen… or heard… once more.

The tunnels beneath Berk

Six minutes later

The Tunnels beneath Berk were unusually silent. Usually there was the sound of Terrible Terrors and few other dragons moving through the tunnels, but the silence this time around was frightening.

Moments later, a roundish dragon smashed through one of the tunnel walls. It had big, white eyes without pupils, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and spikes covering its whole body. As it emerged from the hole, it revealed the long snake-like tail, also covered from tip to head in spikes. Two short Gronke-sized wings sprouted out from its snake-like body. This was a Whispering Death, one of the most deadliest Dragons known to the people of Berk.

And Whispering Deaths were the only dragons that did not belong to anyone on Berk. Whispering Deaths were almost always Outcast dragons, dropped into Berk's tunnels to cause chaos and terror.

This dragon was not alone, as six more Whispering Deaths revealed themselves burrowing through the ground.

Sorry for the short chapter.

It's only the first chapter.

I will do my best to extend the chapters.