This is Berk:

Far, far, far away in the middle of the open ocean was an island surrounded by fog. On this island was a huge Viking village with huts everywhere, a large stone hall carved into the mountain and fields with loads of sheep. Out at sea not too fast from the coast were two giant Viking statues with fire continuously burning in the mouths.

"This is Berk. Its twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but, every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have..."

A young girl slammed the hut of her door closed when a dragon fired at her. She hide behind it with fear of dying.

"Dragons,"

Hester had medium length hair flowing down her back with a clip holding part of it back and beautiful green eyes. She wore a long-sleeved green cotton tunic with a brown leather skirt with a darker brown belt around the waist. It had a silver dragon buckle in the center. She also wore darker green leggings with brown furry boots. To complete her look, she a short sleeveless cardigan of brown fur, leather brown bands on her wrists and a silver pendent with an emerald engraved in the center hanging from her neck that belonged to her deceased mother Valka.

"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have, stubbornness issues. My name' is Hester Horrendous Haddock. But loads of Vikings call me 'Hicca'. I literally hate it because it's the female name for Hiccup which the name used for Vikings that are born weak and slim. I seriously hate my life,"

Hester dashed out of the house dodging several Vikings that were more focused on dodging dragon blasts and trying to catch dragons. She suddenly tripped and fell on her back. She screamed when a male Viking towered over her and roared in her face.

"ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!" Ack shouted before running off.

Hester grunted in anger as she got up. She started sprinting across the village, running past more Vikings carrying weapons.

"What are you doing here?!" a Viking demanded.

A female Viking shouted: "Get inside!"

Hester ignored their shouting. She was used to it as she would hear it every day and every night of her life.

"What are you doing' out?"" Vikings continued to shout at her.

Another female Viking named Phlegma shouted "Get back inside!"

Hester was about to run in the path of a dragon fire blasts when she was grabbed by the collar of her shirt. The huge Viking, stronger and bigger that she was being gripped by Stoick the Vast.

"Hester?! What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" he let her go and pushed her forwards much to her anger and irritation.

"That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders."

Stoick saw a Nadder flying away so he grabbed a wooden cart and threw it at the dragon, knocking it out mid-air. It fell to the ground.

"Do I believe it? Yes, I do."

"What have we got?" Stoick asked one his men.

Starkard the Viking answered: "We've got Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare,"

There was a huge blast nearby so Starkard protected himself with a shield. A piece of burning ember fell onto Stoick's shoulder.

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick questioned about the most feared of dragons that attacked his island.

"None so far."

Stoick casually brushed the burning ember off his shoulder pad as he answered: "Good,"

Hester continued running through the village when she passed by a Viking that shouted: "Hoist the torches!"

Two enormous torches were lit and then raised up into the air. The dragons flying above the village swarmed around the boiling torches to avoid them.

Hester finally made it to the blacksmiths. She was greeted by a Viking with scruffy brown and yellow clothing, a helmet with long horns, blue eyes and scruffy blond hair with a match tied up beard.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" Gobber greeted sarcastically as he was hammering a weapon.

"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste." Hester answered as she quickly tied an apron around her neck. "They wouldn't know what to do with all..." she gestured to her skinning, slim body. "...this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" another voice joined into their conversation as he entered the armor. He looked very similar to Gobber.

"Oh, hardy, ha," Hester replied. "You surely know how to joke, Garsir,"

She started having trouble carrying a hammer. She nearly tripped over from its weight but another pair of hands saved her. "Here let me help you," the boy who helped her said.

Hester turned to another sweet, kind boy and smiled in gratitude. "Thank you,"

"The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well... littler. His son Garsir has been my best friend since I was little. Not only him but also Sigmund Ingerman. Like Garsir, he is sweet and kind and doesn't judge me for who I am. They are the only ones in my village besides Gobber who respect me and like me for who I am. Like me, they have been Gobber's apprentices,"

Garsir had short shaggy dirty blond hair with blue eyes. He looked almost like his father except the protestic hand and legs. He wore brown and pale yellow Viking clothing and also a helmet with its horns sprouting out of the sides than on the top.

Sigmund had very dark brown, short hair with a wavy fringe and very bright blue eyes. He had a large revealing scar across his left check that he had received when he was a child. He wore a dark brown shirt with black leggings, a black belt with black leather straps and brown furry boots.

Stoick was at the base of a towering watch-tower with more of his men. "We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults,"

His men obeyed his orders ant they ran to the lower defenses whilst carrying more sheep to safety.

"More dragons were swooping down and setting more houses on fire,"

"See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses,"

"FIRE!"

The shocked shouting voice from outside made Hester, and Garsir dash to the open window. They spotted some Vikings

"Alright, let's go!" a young female voice called from outside.

Hester and Garsir looked out to seen five Viking teens their age carrying buckets of water.

"That's Fishlegs Ingerman (Sigmund's older brother), Snotlout Jorgenson (who my cousin which I wish he wasn't), the Twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorstan (a pair of troublesome Vikings) and Astrid Hofferson. Before Sigmund became best friends with me and Garsir, Astrid was once our best friend when we were little kids. But soon she ditched me all because she wanted to hang out with more Viking like teens. Garsir was so angry at her that he ended her friendship with her for being like this to me. We both have had an unending hatred for her ever since. At least Hector filled the space she made and gave us his friendship. We've been inseparable ever since,"

Gobber noticed his son, Hester and Sigmund looking outside and he pulled them inside. Hester was about to go outside but he lifted her up from her coat's top.

"Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I need to make my mark!" Hester pleaded to Gobber. "I'm so much more than just some runt,"

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!" Gobber argued initially refused.

"Dad come on," Garsir pleaded to his dad. "There's so much more to her than you think. She could kill a dragon and her life will get infinitely better,"

"Hester, you can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe…" Gobber counted the number of weapons that Hester couldn't hold nor wield due to her weak structure. "You can't even throw one of these!" Gobber held up a bola but a Viking grabbed it from behind him and threw into the air. It wrapped itself around a Gronkle and it fell to the ground.

"Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me," Hester said agreeing. She motioned Gobber to a wooden machine but once she patted it, it opened and shot a bola over their heads hitting a Viking standing outside the blacksmiths.

"Arggh!"

"Oops," Hester said embarrassed.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber argued stepping forward to her.

"Mild calibration issue—" Hester attempted to reason.

"Don't you- no- Hester. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this," Gobber remarked.

"You just pointed to all of her!" Sigmund stood up for her.

"Yes!" Gobber turned his attention back to Sigmund. "That's it! Stop being all of you!"

"Ohhhh..." Hester started.

"Ohhhh, yes." Gobber mimicked back.

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" Hester warned him.

"I'll take my chances," Gobber answered not held back by her warning. "Sword. Sharpen. Now,"

Hester sighed in anger. Honestly, why him now? Sigmund and Garsir held sympathizing faces for their best friend.

"One day, you're goanna get out there," Sigmund encouraged Hester.

"Sigmund's right. You're goanna show your dad and everyone what you're capable of," Garsir encouraged as well.

"Thanks, guys," Hester was very grateful to her best friends for being there for her. "But how can I when they don't even give me a chance?"

"Who says they have to give you a chance?" Sigmund rhetorically asked.

"One day, I'll get out there. Because, killing a dragon is everything around here.

Outside in the desert, Nadders were attacking sheep, Gronkles were stealing racks of fish, and a Zippleback ignited a house and blows it up.

"A Nadder head is sure to get me at respected. Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely make Snotlout and the Twins stop making fun of me. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status,"

Stoick and some of his men were at the catapult.

"They found the sheep!" the operator for their weapon alerted.

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Stoick ordered.

"Fire!"

There was a huge growl beneath Stoick and he looked down.

"And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire,"

A huge fiery, furious Monstrous Nightmare growled when it appeared into Stoick's view as it had alighted himself.

"Reload!" Stoick called out to his men. "I'll take care of this,"

Stoick struck the Nightmare with his hammer a few times. It growled and retreated into the sky.

"But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the—"

A high-pitched whistle was suddenly heard from the sky. The Vikings panicked. "NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!"

From out of nowhere, a fire blast caused an explosion that tore the catapult apart.

"JUMP!" Stoick shouted. He and his men jumped down from the catapult as it fell apart to pieces.

"This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and... never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first," Haylie was determined to prove herself – and what better to do that than by killing the most deadly dragon known to man.

"Man the fort, guys," Gobber ordered to his son, Hester and Sigmund. "They need me out there!"

He attached an axe to his arm and began to run out, but he turned around at the doorway.

"Stay. Put. There." he ordered to them. "You know what I mean," he led out a battle cry and charged outside.

"Well, Hester you're goanna get out there and using that invention?" Sigmund asked once he was out of sight.

Hester didn't answer.

"Come on, Hester," Garsir encouraged. "You've got to try,"

"Than that is what I'll do," Hester answered.

"That's the brave Hester who's our best friend," Sigmund said. "We're coming with you,"

"No, guys. I don't want you two to get into trouble," Hester refused.

"Hester, remember our motto. "Best Friends we are, so we have to stick together," Garsir reminded her.

Hester smiled again at them. After a group fist bump, they both pushed the invention outside and started running through the village.

"Kids, where are you guys going?!" a Viking shouted.

The kids ignored them and just kept on running towards the high hills located at the far side of the village.

Stoick and his men spotted several Nadders surrounding a large group of ship. Together as a team, they threw a large net over them before they leaped on the sharp reptiles and wrestled. They tried to blast at them as well as through the net with fire but their mouths were sealed tight by strong hands.

"Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them!" Stoick warned as he wrestled a Nadder.

Hester, Sigmund and Garsir finally made it to the highest hill in the village.

They set up the bola catapult before Hester stepped up and prepared to fire. Garsir and Sigmund just stood there watching her.

Hester looked high into the sky to try and find the Night Fury or at least another dragon to shoot down. Catching a Night Fury was the trickiest of all. They blended into the Night so it was impossible to see one.

"Come on. Gimme something to shoot at, gimme something to shoot at," Hester muttered.

Her eyes scanned the sky until they caught a shadow, visibly blotting out the stars. The shadow fired at another catapult and as it exploded like several fireworks, the fiery explosions illumintated the flying shadow. With the chance she had, Hester pulled the lever and a huge bola-net went rocketing up into the sky. She and the boys heard a loud cry echoing across the dark atmosphere that was turning bright. They turned and saw the shadow plummeting down into the forests of Berk.

"You did it!" Sigmund cheered.

"Yes!" Hester cheered. She jumped down and high-fived her best friends.

"We just knew you could do it!" Garsir exclaimed very proud of her. "Did anybody see what this girl did?!"

A Monstrous Nightmare suddenly showed up from behind them and crushed th bola launcher with just one step.

"Except for you," Sigmund said awkwardly.

The Monstrous Nightmare roared.

"Run!" Hester shouted. She and the boys turned and ran for their lives.

Stoick was busy tying up the Nadders up with his men when his ears caught a shrill cry from the hill that caught his attention. He turned to see the Monstrous Nightmare chasing his daughter and her best friends. He sighed in aggrivating anger and got up to go and save them.

"DO NOT let them escape!" he called down to his men as he ran away.

"Right!" his second-in-command Spitelout Jorgenson answered back.

Hester, Sigmund and Garsir's hearts were beating frantically as they dodged the dragon's fire blasts and snapping bites at them. They finally made it to the blacksmith's when the Nightmare blasted a huge swarm of fire at them. It separated Hester from the boys. She fell to the ground with a thud.

The Nightmare turned its attention to the boys but Hester quickly reacted by getting up, grabbing a stone and throwing it at its face. "Leave them alone!"

The Nightmare started chasing after her.

"Hester!" Both Sigmund and Garsir shouted. They tried to run after her but they were pulled inside by Gobber.

Hester ran behind a torch pole to hide. The Nightmare blasted the torch pole and flames started reaching around the corner. Haylie began to peered around one side to see where it was but she didn't notice the Nightmare reaching its head round to get her.

Before it could harm her, Stoick leaped out of nowhere and pushed its head away from Hester. Once he saved her, he jumped back incase the Nightmare would try to snap at him again. Instead it tried to fire at him but all it got was a few coughs of flaming liquid instead. It had reached its shot limit.

"You're all out," Stoick sneered knowing this was his chance. He gave the dragon a number of mighty punches to the face before it took off cowering.

"Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know..."

The pole collapsed to the ground revealing an embarrassed, silent Hester. The torch tumbles down into the village, leaving ruins out huts and it allowed to netted dragons to escape.

"Sorry dad," Hester apologized not looking her father's furious flared-up eyes.