This is Berk. We've been through much over the years since we stopped fighting dragons. You see, five years ago, I killed the dragon queen known as the Red Death. How I did it was a funny story. But, in those five years. Berk had face much, mostly Outcasts, Berserkers and Dragon Hunters. Peace came with the Outcasts and Berserkers, but the Dragon Hunters vanished from the Archipelago two years ago. But, Berk was different, all the homes here last more then a day. But, peace doesn't last. And deep down, I feel I was chosen to face a far greater threat then just the Red Death. A threat I fear is coming sooner then I like.

Berserker Island

Dagur leapt to the side. His eyes observed the town before him. "What's going on?" He yelled out. A guard quickly ran forward, "Shadowflame Terror's chief, they came from no where, one of them has a man atop it." Dagur blinked. "How many?" The guard opened his mouth. "Ten, twenty, that's how many I've seen so far." Dagur bit his lower lip. "Why are they here?" Dagur asked. His mind racing through the many questions he now had.

"Get the man on the defensive, we need to push them back, get our dragon riders in the sky at once." The guard stepped back. "Chief, the dragons are gone, the were spooked out and fled in fear." putting his fingers against his head, he shook. "Right, what do we know about these dragons?" The guard stepped back before a purple blast incinerated him. Dagur widen his eyes as he heard a rough voice speak. "Nightmare, I want some alive to deliver a message." Dagur blinked before throwing his axe.

The man upon the Shadowflame Terror blinked before grabbing the axe with his left hand, glancing down, he chuckled darkly. "Is that the best you can do Dagur? I'm not really surprised." Dagur clenched his teeth. The man released the grip upon the axe, allowing it to fall to the ground. "Nightmare, let's call this off, what we're after isn't here." The dragon roared before flying away, it's fellow Shadowflame Terrors following closely behind.

Dagur watched as caught glimpse of the man beneath the black cloak. 'Who is that guy?' Dagur asked himself mentally. Shaking his head, he walked forward, eyeing the surrounding area around him, he sighed. Many buildings were burned, some had been replaced by rubble and purple fire. As Dagur walked along, he noticed the fallen bodies of his fellow Berserkers. Glancing round, Dagur sighed, his tribe had been devastated, reduced to very little.

Berk

Hiccup glanced out over the ocean, his eyes observing as he sat against the tree. Eyeing the axe that he'd been given by Astrid. Not out of friendship, but out of love. He held it lightly, his eyes glancing down the head of the axe. Astrid watched from a distance. She remember the night she walked home with the axe, it was the first and last thing she would be making inside the forge.

Astrid left the forge exhausted. Walking inside her parent's home. She sighed. Birger sat close by, his eyes watching the axe in her hand closely. "What's that Astrid?" Astrid chuckled lightly. "A gift for Hiccup, for our wedding tomorrow." Dagmar gave a small nod as she placed her hands upon Birger's shoulders. "He'll love it, you've been locked away in that forge for the past two weeks, working away at that axe." Astrid smiled. "Thanks mum."

Hiccup eyed the detail put into the axe's handle. His mind remembered the day it had been given to him.

Hiccup sat next to his father, watching as the tribe enjoyed themselves. To him, it was a night he would've never expected to come. He was married. Dagmar and Birger sat not far Stoick. They were talking with Valka. "Son, you seen Astrid?" Stoick asked. Hiccup blinked. "She said she had to go get something." Stoick nodded. "Ah, that'll explain a lot of things." Hiccup raised an eyebrow before he felt a hand upon his left shoulder. "Well Hiccup, I worked hard for two weeks on this, I hope you like it." Hiccup blinked before an axe was placed before. He widen his eyes. "Astrid, I..."

Hiccup chuckled at the memory. He'd been lost for words that night. "Astrid, I know you're there." He stated. Astrid shook her head before walking over. "Lost in memory are we?" Hiccup chuckled lightly. "You have no idea." Astrid gave a quick kiss before sitting down. "What do you think's going to come next?" Hiccup sighed. "Well, since Viggo and Ryker vanished with the Dragon Hunters, I don't know. We've had two years with peace and quiet. Something's coming, I just don't know what." Astrid closed her eyes, leaning into Hiccup's right shoulder, she hummed quietly. "Well, at least this peace and quiet have been productive." Hiccup smirked. His eyes rested upon the ocean.

"I guess, how is Asger coming along?" Astrid opened her right eyes slightly. "He's with my parents, most likely being spoiled." Hiccup smirked. "At least it's your parents spoiling him, if Valka or Stoick were spoiling him, he'd be on the back of a dragon or attempting to hold an axe, which, I must remind you, at his age, isn't a good idea." Astrid chuckled at Hiccup's worry. "Hey, I held an axe at the age of two, and I was fine." Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Hey, you got a scar from that remember, the one on your back." Astrid gave Hiccup a gentle punch. "Well, least I didn't nearly loose a hand."

Hiccup eyed Astrid, his eyes showing no amusement. "Really Astrid, I did get eaten by a dragon and live, hell, I was thrown into a building and lived." Astrid chuckled. "Yeah yeah, you live because the gods need you for some bizarre reason." Hiccup shook his head. "I wonder why I was chosen as their champion? I mean, what is there that has required the gods to have a campion among us?" Astrid shook her head. "I don't know, and honestly, I don't think I want to know. Asger's already a big enough pain as it is." Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I hear you M'ilady, I hear you."

Asger means the God's spear, spear of the gods, one of those.