Bookworm700: Hey, I really wanted to write this, because it wouldn't get out of my head.
I don't own How to Train Your Dragon.
Camp Berk
This was not how I was planning to spend my summer vacation. I was on a boat heading for Camp Berk. It was on an island called Berk (they need more original names). All of the campers had 'Viking' names. Mine was Astrid, and the others who were my age were Hiccup, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut. Again, what types of names were those? Camp Berk was a miserable island; I had been there before for a Viking Descendant Reunion. It was absolutely miserable! But, being the fact that I was a Viking descendent, my name truly was Astrid. My dad's friend Gobber was a counselor (Gobber was a fake name as well, but that's the only name I knew him by). When he had picked me up at the airport, he and dad had talked in Nose! I didn't understand Norse! I was a typical teen who liked technology, and didn't want to trade my iPod for an axe, and my laptop for a shield. Not only that, but swap my jeans for a leather skirt? You have to be kidding me! My entire summer would now be spent in combat practice, Norse lore, 'dragon' training, and sailing.
As I sat there brooding in my leather skirt, a skinny red haired boy with freckles approached me.
"Um, Hi, I am Hal- Hiccup." He said offering his hand. I looked at him, and slowly reached out my hand. Suddenly, he was shoved aside by a taller, broader boy who immediately grabbed my hand and began shaking enthusiastically.
"Hey, I'm Snotlout, what's your name." He grinned.
"It's Astrid, and could you let go?" I snapped angrily as I yanked my hand out of his, flipping my braid wildly in the process. For the rest of the boat trip, they left me alone, but I could feel them staring. By the time we got to the dock, I was seething inside.
"All right, everyone out," Gobber called, "Now, you will be sorted in to tribes based on grade level. Your counselor will then take you to your 'village'. There will be a cabin for girls, and a cabin for boys. No roughhousing in the cabins! Do that outside. You will all have times set for certain activities. Your counselor will explain the rest. I am in charge of dragon training, and I am the Head counselor. I will be keeping an eye on all of you."
It was getting dark when I finally finished unpacking. I sighed and flopped down on my lumpy cot. I looked around at my cabin mates for the next 2 months. There was Ruffnut, the female twin with long lumpy brains and who constantly argued with her brother. Then there was Valhallarama, the brown haired goliath. She was incredibly strong, and could lift anything she tried. There was also Camicazi, the blond, short girls who was faster than anybody I knew, the only thing faster than her legs, was her mouth. She wouldn't stop talking. The last person was Bertha and she was far more quiet and reserved. She had red hair, and when angered, she truly could leave permanent damage.
The boy I didn't know as well, but they were Hiccup, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, Dogsbreath, Alvin, Wartihog, and Torvald. All of them had gone to Camp Berk before at least once, and I felt a little of the need to prove myself. A horn sounded and we got up and walked to the mess hall.
After dinner, our counselor, Badbreath, pulled us aside and finished telling us about the camp. We would have an hour till Gobber and Stoick (the owner of camp) would tell us Viking lore. Part of being at camp was stopping 'dragon' raids. The others were all serious as Badbreath told us the precautions that needed to be taken during raids. Part of something we had to do was 'raid' the other 'villages'. The tribe that raided and succeeded in getting the most of the colored flags that were hidden in and around the cabins were declared the best tribe at the end of camp. Personally, I found it a bit silly. After our counselor had finished explaining, I walked to catch up with Cami and Val.
"Hey," I stated, getting their attention, "don't you think it's sort of weird how they want us to prepare for dragon raids?"
"Not at all! Dragons are real you know, they only really live up here in the North. They attack every once in a while to take a sheep or two. It isn't as bad now as in the old days-," Camicazi was only cut off because Valhallarama had put her hand over her mouth, but a faint, indignant mumbling could still be heard.
"You're going to have a lot of catching up to do, go back down to the mess hall and grab the book that is on the table. It should help you a lot." Val told me kindly.
"Thanks," I exclaimed as I turned and ran back to the hall. I easily found the book. I opened it, and became more horrified and amused with every page. Who took the time to write out all these false dragon species? But I continued to read and look at all the weaknesses, as I felt that it was important. At the end of the book, I came to a relatively blank page. At the top, it said Night Fury. I read the short description, snorted, and slammed the book shut. Was this some type of joke? I got up and stormed off to the amphitheater for marshmallows and Norse lore.
I got a seat, as was surprised when Hiccup tried to sit next to me, but Snotlout shoved him over and took his place beside me. Val, who was sitting on the other side of me tapped on my shoulder. I leaned in and almost fell backwards with what she whispered.
"I think Snotlout and Hiccup like you," she whispered winking and blinking. I jerked back in shock and looked at her before replying in equally hushed tones.
"Why in the world would you think that?" I demanded.
"I just know," She stated as she smiled. I was about to retort, when Gobber called us all to attention.
"Be Quiet! We will be starting with the lore soon," and with that, he sat down and waited for it to get quiet. It didn't take long, till he started on the stories. Some were on Grimbeard the Ghastly, others on the Gods.
"Listen closely, now, for this is going to be the last story of the night." Gobber warned, and a chorus of 'AWWWWWW's went up around in the amphitheater.
"This story," he said, "is different than most ally the others tonight. It is about a young Viking. Not many remember the Viking's name, for many thought he was foolish and weak. Disaster followed him like a shadow. This is back in the time before the dragons left us alone, except for the occasional raid. It was an old village, but all the buildings were new. The dragons seemed to attack more fiercely than before every night, and the dreaded of all the dragons, was the Night Fury. It never missed, and was never caught. Nothing was known about this dragon, but the young Viking was determined to catch it. He wasn't strong, tall, or muscular. In fact, he didn't even look like a Viking. He created a machine to capture the Night Fury for him, since he couldn't carry any type of weapon except for a small dagger. One night, after weeks of waiting, his aim was true. The Night Fury fell in to the heart of the forest. The young Viking was ecstatic. Unfortunately, no one believed him. The next day, he searched alone. Just when he was about to give up, he notices deep ruts in the ground. He followed them to the downed dragon. The dragon was still alive, and he took out his dagger to kill it. He brought his dagger close, and realized that he couldn't kill it. Quickly, he cut it loose. Just as he cut the last rope, the Night Fury sprung free and pinned him. No one knows why the dragon didn't kill him then, but the Night Fury turned and ran off. The young Viking walked home, confused as to why he wasn't dead.
Over the next couple weeks, the young Viking befriended the dragon, since it couldn't fly away because of its damaged tail. Soon the Viking knew all the dragon's weaknesses. He soon became the top of his class in dragon training. He fixed the Night Fury's tail, and made a saddle for himself. Soon, he was chosen by the elder to kill a Monstrous Nightmare in front of the entire village. When he faced the dragon, he refused. The dragon became docile under his hand. The village, enraged, began to scare the dragon; and it began to attack the young Viking. The Night Fury, still in the forest, heard his cries of terror and came to the rescue. The Fury blasted through the metal netting in the arena and kept the Nightmare away from the young Viking. The Viking scrambled on to the Fury's back and they flew off. After that day, the dragons ceased bothering the villagers, except for the occasional sheep. The village soon realized that it was the young Viking's doing, and he became a legend. He was known as the Tamer of Dragons, for his name was forgotten throughout history."
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