Hawkwing, more widely known as Lucky, was a hunter. He was one of the best hunters in the Isle of Berk, and usually caught the biggest deer or other beast out of all the full grown men. He was extremely skilled with arrows, and hardly ever failed to hit a target, moving or stationary. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't the shortest either. In many ways, he was…average.

But there were other ways that he was very different. Very, very different.

In order for you to understand this story we'll go back in time about two years…

-ZAP-

Hawkwing was flying on his Night Fury named Blade. They had been together as long as they could remember, and no one had seen a boy and a dragon so close sense Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had walked the Isle. Blade was different from other Night Furies because he had bright blue eyes instead of the normal piercing green. His wings were also bigger, letting him fly further and faster. He also could scratch out sentences in the dirt if something was wrong. You see, Hawkwing taught Blade nearly everything he knew.

Blade and Hawkwing flew over the mountains that made up Berk's Isle, looking for anything to take back to the Vikings.

"See anything?" Hawkwing asked.

Blade shook his head and suddenly took a steep dive.

"AAAGGRRAAHHHH!" Hawkwing yelled as their diagonal dive turned into a straight up and down plummet to the hillside.

He just barely pulled up before he hit the side of the hill. Hawkwing could feel Blade's front paws drag across the ground, they were so close to crashing.

"What was that?" Hawkwing demanded.

Blade growled deeply, his way of telling Hawkwing that something wasn't right.

"Did you see someone?" Hawkwing asked.

Blade headed toward the ground again and landed this time; very gracefully near Raven's Point.

"So did you see someone?" Hawkwing asked, hopping off Blade.

Blade scratched something in the dirt. Strange person

"Like who?" Hawkwing asked.

Blade shrugged.

"We'd better get back to the village, then. We have to warn Kraken." Hawkwing climbed back on Blade's back.

Kraken is the village's leader. He's tough and would never turn down a challenge. He's also the father of Hawkwing's enemy, Syrenady. We'll talk about them in a bit.

Blade had just reached cruising altitude and was lazily drifting back and fourth when something shot past them.

"What was that?" Hawkwing asked, looking worried.

Blade took a sudden dive to the left as something else shot past them.

"Are those ARROWS?" Hawkwing yelled, holding Blade tight.

Blade growled a reply and dived as another arrow zipped past them.

"Maybe we'd better land!" Hawkwing suggested.

Too late.

Blade let out a shriek as an arrow tore through his left wing. He began to fall.

"BLADE!" Hawkwing yelled, "Come on, Blade! Oh, NO!"

They crashed through some trees.

"Blade?" Hawkwing asked. He got up slowly because he had landed on a boulder. He felt that he had broken a few ribs. He feared that Blade had gotten worse.

Blade was lying next to a tree on his back. His legs were splayed in some awkward positions, and Hawkwing thought he was dead at first.

"Blade?"

Blade managed to squeak. He fixed Hawkwing with an icy blue stare that said, run.

"I can't leave you!" Hawkwing protested. "You're my best friend!"

There was some movement in the nearby bushes and Kraken jumped out, brandishing an axe. Obviously he had seen them go down and landed from his daily flight around the island.

"Kraken!" Hawkwing yelled. "Some people shot us down! Blade's hurt!"

"My, my. This isn't good." Kraken muttered, looking at Blade. "Most of his wing is gone. We need to get him back to the village."

"No really." Hawkwing muttered. "But what about the guy?"

"Leave him to me." Kraken growled. "You're the luckiest kid I've ever laid eyes on."

And that's how Hawkwing came to be called Lucky.

-ZAP-

Back to present time.

Lucky was hunting. There was a contest held every seven days, and the hunter that brought the biggest deer or other thing that could feed the island, won. They usually won a day of doing nothing, with the other hunters hunting in their place, or they got to help with something else they usually didn't do. Lucky usually took Blade to the ocean so he could catch fish; their favorite food.

"Ok, little deer, come on, come out and stand really still so I can get you…" Lucky said, not sounding very convincing (Any deer around that area that heard him aughta run).

There was a slight crunch of leaves and he turned to see the biggest buck he had ever laid eyes on.

"Here we go…" Lucky nocked an arrow and quickly took aim….and let it fly.

Direct hit. Lucky was sure he had won the hunting contest yet again.

"Yes!" he ran over to the dead buck. "Yes, I am lucky! Oh. How the heck am I gonna bring this back to the village?"

Lucky took hold of the buck's antlers and tried to drag it. That was a dud.

He grabbed its legs and tied them together and tried to drag it. Still a dud.

He kicked it and cursed. That was really a dud because he startled a bird and it pooped on the buck's face.

"What the heck?"

"Wow, Lucky! Thanks for getting me the winning catch!" A sing-songy voice said behind him.

Lucky spun around to see Syrenady, who was laughing at the buck.

She wore a typical Viking hat with the horns and all. Her eyes were always narrowed and serious, and she was usually calm and didn't jump to conclusions. (Hence her name is Syrenady.) Her blonde hair was cut in different lengths around her head, the longest strands reaching the middle of her back. She wore a chain-mail shirt and black wool pants. She had a dagger sheath strapped to her left leg, but the dagger was in her hand. She had another sheath on her back, but this one was for a long and deadly sword, which she also had in one of her hands. She was currently standing in a position that made her look like a ninja.

"What'd you do, dump white paint on it?"

"Bird poop. Still want it?" Lucky asked.

"Sure." Syrenady grabbed the buck's legs and began dragging it back toward the village.

"That's mine!" Lucky protested, chasing after her. It didn't help that she was much taller than him.

"You want it?" Syrenady asked. "Then fight for it."

"You know I'm only good with arrows!" Lucky protested again. "How about a shooting contest?"

"I don't have my arrows or bow with me." Syrenady flipped the dagger and caught it in midair. "But I do have two blades with me."

"But one's shooooort!" Lucky said. "That's unfair!"

"Fine. Have the long one." Syrenady flipped the sword at him. "I'll still win anyway."

She took up a perfect fencing position; the puny dagger looking out of place. "You can go first."

Lucky didn't really want to stab a girl, but he kinda had to in order to win Blade a trip to the beach. "Uh, ok…"

He managed to lunge without tripping over his own feet and impaling himself on the sword, but he came up short by about a mile.

Syrenady easily dodged the wimpy attack, parried the sword, and did a perfect lunge that easily covered about five feet.

"AAAYAYYYAAAAAAAGGHH!" Lucky sliced everywhere while backing up.

Syrenady blocked every slash and stabbed out again, grazing Lucky's cheek.

"OW!"

"I win." Syrenady sheathed her sword. "Give the dagger back."

"What? No!" Lucky protested, wiping blood away from his face. "I thought it was a fight to the death!"

"Well, obviously no." Syrenady said. "They still need people to clean up after the dragons, don't they?"

Lucky thought he was gonna blow. "Why, you…."

Needless to say, Syrenady won the contest off of Lucky's catch.

LATER…..

"Ok, sorry, Blade. No beach." Lucky said, dragging a bucket of fish into the dragon keep.

That was where everyone's dragons usually were, unless they got out (DUH). Blade usually kept to the back corners where he ate everything. Lucky was pretty sure that his stomach was a bottomless pit by the way he ate.

"Blade?"

Blade came bounding up, bouncing on some Nightmares along the way. They got ticked and growled.

"Yeah, I missed you too." Lucky said as Blade started poking at the bucket of fish. "How's your wing?"

Blade snapped out his wings, pushing a Gronkle into the corner and whacking a Zippleback. They also got ticked.

"Aren't you enthusiastic this morning." Lucky muttered, looking at Blade's wing. It was shredded horribly; he probably would never fly very far again, if not at all. At least it was healing. "Too much fish?"

Blade shrugged.

"Does your wing hurt?" Lucky asked.

Blade shrugged again.

"Ok, then I'll get some medicine." Lucky said, reaching into a huge bucket of fish.

Lucky held up a huge bass and Blade's eyes got really wide. He scratched out in the dirt: FEED ME.

"How do you spell 'please'?" Lucky asked.

Pleez. Blade wrote.

"Good enough." Lucky gave the fish to him and Blade swallowed it in one gulp.

By now all the dragons in the keep were ticked because Lucky was giving food to the dragon that stole all theirs. So naturally they started plotting their evil plan.

Blade stuck his head in the fish bucket and ate it all.

"There goes your lunch and dinner." Lucky said.

Blade got his head stuck in the bucket and he ran into a wall, startling another Night Fury that got ticked too. So the Fury went and joined the Evil Committee that was rapidly growing larger.

"So uh..sorry. No beach. Syrenady took my winning catch and claimed it to be hers." Lucky said finally.

Blade let the bucket fall from his face with a loud clang. Then he snickered.

"What's so funny? You don't get to go to the beach!" Lucky protested.

She likes you. Blade wrote. You like her.

"I do not!" Lucky protested. "She's mean! Just because she's the chief's daughter!"

Sure. Whatever.

"Believe what you want." Lucky gave up. "And watch your back. These dragons look like they want to gut you."

Blade cast an evil glance at the Evil Committee, who were whispering and pointing and occasionally giggling in their weird dragon way.

Lucky headed for the stairs.

LATER….

One of the most skilled people with dragons in the entire village was a young girl that went by the name of Leaf, because of the constant green she always wore. Every article of clothing she would ever get, she would dye it in green paint. She usually kept to herself unless someone talked to her first, or someone started a rumor about her.

The weirdest thing about that girl was she was always one step ahead of all dragons. She always knew what their next move would be and if it was aggressive or not. Because of this talent she was one of the dragon experts of the village.

She was also Lucky's friend.

Lucky knocked on the door to her house. "Leaf? You here?"

"Yeah, Lucky! One second!" Leaf opened the door and fixed Lucky with a sky-blue stare. "Hi!"

"Hi. Do you have any of that medicine for Blade?" Lucky asked.

"The red stuff?" Leaf ran into the house.

"Yeah."

"Then I got it somewhere. Agh, where did I put it?" There was a crash. "I'm ok! That was just the-" There was another crash.

"Leaf? You really need to organize everything." Lucky called.

Leaf came running back with a small red bottle and her blonde hair frizzed out. "I got it!"

"Seriously though, think about cleaning." Lucky said, taking the bottle. "Thank you."

He headed back to the Dragon Keep.

When he got there he discovered that all the dragons stacked their food in a corner and were fiercely guarding it in a semicircle from Blade.

"What did you do now?" Lucky demanded.

Blade broke off from hissing at a Gronkle and gave Lucky a guilty look.

"Ok, never mind. Here's some stuff for your wing." Lucky uncapped the bottle and the sweet aroma of berries and herbs filled the room surprisingly fast.

A lot of the dragons quickly took advantage of Blade's distraction with the medicine and ate a lot.

Lucky spread the medicine along the rips in Blade's wing. "You've got to stop eating everything." He muttered.

As if in reply, Blade's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Oh, Thor." Lucky grumbled. "You've got to be kidding me."

Blade shook his head. Need food. He scratched in the dirt.

LATER….

Syrenady and her Nightmare, Legacy, were showing off how many fish they caught in twenty minuets.

"Thirty two!" Syrenady announced proudly.

Blade got really excited.

"They aren't all for you." Lucky reminded him.

Everyone was gathered out in the village square with their dragons, if they had one. It was a beautiful afternoon and everyone was planning on a huge feast later that day.

"Great job, Syrenady!" Kraken said. "Who wants fish for the main course?"

There was a loud cheer from the village. "With some venison too?" Leaf piped up.

"If you can catch it!" Kraken said. At least ten hunters ran forward and towards the woods, Lucky included.

"All right, I'll take some of you and we'll go this way." One of the biggest hunters said. "The rest of you go with Lucky. The group that catches the biggest deer wins a hunting free day!"

Lucky waved some hunters over to him. "Where should we go?" He asked.

"Probably down by the river. They tend to go there a lot, and the other group is heading towards Raven's Peak."

"Sounds good to me."

Everyone crept quietly through the forest, careful not to startle anything that could be used for food at the feast that afternoon.

They came to the river, which was overflowing its banks and turning the dirt to mud.

"See anything?" Lucky asked the tallest hunter.

"Not yet. But if we wait I bet you we'll get the good ones."

Everyone waited.

"This is taking too long." Said the tall hunter. "I'm going to search for myself." He got up and carefully walked off.

"There!" A hunter whispered, pointing. "Look at that buck!"

It was by far the biggest buck Lucky had ever seen. He slowly nocked an arrow…

Loud war cries came from some nearby bushes and three Vikings jumped out, brandishing axes, swords, and bows. They ran for the buck.

The buck got startled and darted away from the Vikings as fast as it could, but the one with the bow brought it down in one swift move.

Lucky's hunting group was left staring. "What do they think they are? Those lousy, good for nothing-" Lucky trailed off as he realized he had never seen those Vikings before.

"Has anyone seen those guys before?" a hunter whispered. "I haven't seen them before!"

"Me neither." The tall hunter was back. "Do you think they're going to invade us?"

"We've got to tell Kraken about this!"

"But they're right in front of us. If we move, they'll see us and maybe kill us!"

"And if you keep yelling then they'll hear us and kill us." Lucky hissed. "Be quiet!"

Everyone got real quiet and watched the Vikings.

The one with the axe chopped the buck's head off and threw the head in the river. He laughed the entire time. The other two laughed too.

"That's sick." Lucky groaned.

"I think they're savages." Said the tall hunter.

The three Vikings began cutting the deer open. I won't go into horrible detail, but I'll just say they didn't take any part of it back to a village to be eaten. After they had their fun, they left, laughing so loud it was a miracle that every animal on the isle didn't swim away.

"So…they just killed it for fun?" a hunter exclaimed in disgust. "We could have used that food!"

"I can't believe this!" Lucky said. "Come on! Let's tell Kraken!"

Everyone bolted for the village as fast as they could go.

"Kraken!" Lucky cried when they reached the village. "Kraken! This is important!"

Kraken walked up calmly towards them. "What is it? Did you get a buck so big you can't bring it back?"

"I wish!" The tall hunter said. "We found this huge buck, but before we could kill it, three other Vikings ran over to it and killed it and completely destroyed it!"

"What do you mean?" Kraken asked.

"Salvages!" The tall hunter continued. "They tore the buck apart, just for fun!"

Kraken's face got hard. "Where did you see these Vikings?"

"Over by the river, sir." Lucky said. "Do you want us to keep an eye out for them?"

"Of course. If you see them again, tell me where and when. Eventually they'll lead us to their village and we can get rid of them." Kraken said. "Either they go or we go."