Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or How to Train Your Dragon.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction. Criticism is welcomed.
PROLOUGE:
No army has ever conquered the thriving kingdom of Burgess. Any greedy king who dared march his troops into the land would be met with a slap of cold wind and thousands of frozen, lifeless soldiers. After centuries of dispute with the other three kingdoms over land, resources, and anything one could think of, there was finally an agreement. The four kingdoms would work together and share resources in order to protect their people from the harshness of nature. There would be no more bloodshed.
To the east of Burgess is their ally, Berk. It snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. Still, it's not as horrible as Burgess' weather. What makes it tough to live in Berk is how unpredictable to land is. One day there was an earthquake and the next there was a hurricane. Up until a year back the people of Berk were also fighting a war against the dragons to add to their problems. The kingdom is isolated from the other nations and much of what goes on is kept secret. There would never speak of such problems to the other kingdoms; the people of Berk have to maintain their reputation of being fearless and able to overcome anything.
Berk:
A boy around the age of fifteen was walking through the busy streets of Black Heart Bay, a big city just south of the capital. A brown, fur cloak protected him from the chill in the air as well as masking his face. The boy made his way inside a warm, cozy inn to gather his belongings and head for the next town. He quickly got into his room and checked to make sure everything was there. He headed back down the stairs, ready to get a move on.
"Hey kid, you leaving already?" the innkeeper question. The boy turned around, his startlingly green eyes met with the confused look of the innkeeper.
"Yeah, I am. I need to get going before it gets too dark. Exploring and all," the boy responded politely.
"You sure? I mean, you're really young." The innkeeper looked concerned for a Berkian since there's a stigma about showing emotion or sympathy. The fifteen year old sighed.
"Thanks for the kindness, but I'll be going."
"Wait," the boy turned back around, slightly annoyed, "what's your name, kid?"
"I go by Hiccup." And with that, he left.