I was reading about the Holocaust because of a school project, and an idea popped in my head. enjoy!
Yes, I know that the Holocuast was about hundreds of years after the Viking Era ended, but don't like, don't read, pls.
Prologue - The Boy With No Name
Three years before the events of How To Train Your Dragon 2
The Dragon Sanctuary...
Valka was waiting. She sat watching dragons fly around the nest, around the Bewilderbeast King who was snoring peacefully at the centre of the Dragon Sanctuary, a safe, icy place built by the King as a shelter and protection to dragons of any kind, even Valka herself, though she was a human woman. That was because seventeen years ago, a Stormcutter dragon took her away from the Isle of Berk, from her husband and her son. But now, she was a member of the Sanctuary, almost a dragon herself, not having human contact for years, if you didn't count the operations where they freed dragons from human dragon trappers. She named the Stormcutter Cloudjumper, who became her best friend, companion and dragon pet.
Cloudjumper was the exact person - I mean, dragon - Valka was waiting for.
After rescuing twenty dragons from the fate of Drago Bludvist and his dragon trappers, Cloudjumper and Valka, who lead the team, led the new dragons to the Sanctuary, left Valka there, and took off. It had been a week without Cloudjumper, and Valka ached to go on his back again, feel the soft rays of the golden sun setting in the sky, hear the breezy wind whistle as it passed. Riding the other dragons was much different. After all, they were still wild dragons. What if he were in danger? Trapped? Sick? Hungry or thirsty? Or maybe even-
Don't think that, Valka scolded herself. He has to be alive and safe. He HAS to be.
Suddenly, a screech could be heard, the screech that could only come from a certain Stormcutter. Valka picked up her staff. It was Cloudjumper! He was alive! But of course he was! She ran up to her best Dragon friend, but Cloudjumper automatically stopped her. With his wings, he did a go back gesture and then pointed to something wrapped in his wings. He slowly unfolded his wings, revealing...
It was a boy. A HUMAN BOY.
He was a boy, not much older than sixteen years old. He had brown hair. His face was covered in dirt, mud and dried blood, and so was his hands. He had lots of visible scars on his skin, and Valka swore there would be more. He was draped in a filthy, dirtied coat, and ripped trouser legs, and his sandals showed plenty of his toes.
Who would do this to a child? thought Valka angrily. He looks like as if he were tortured, or treated cruelly...
He had a small body phisique; the body of a runt. He didn't look at all like a Viking, and it was not just his clothing. He almost looked a lot like someone she had not seen for seventeen years, someone whose mother he would never meet...
Hiccup. Even thinking of the name brought pain to Valka too unbearable. The boy opened his eyes weakly and smiled briefly at Valka, who smiled back. His eyes were brown, like his hair, and Valka always remembered that her son, Hiccup, had jade green eyes. This was not Hiccup. This was someone else, another boy.
"Wh - where am I?" the boy spoke feebly in weak Norse, as if Norse were his second language, if not his third.
"It'll be safe to tell him," Valka muttered to herself, and turned to the boy. "The Dragon Sanctuary, child," she said, tenderly stroking his hair. He slowly sat up, looking at Valka, face-to-face. He blinked and said, "Who are you?" he asked. Then he pointed at Cloudjumper. "Who that?"
Valka pointed to herself. "I - am Valka. That-" she pointed at her dragon, snuffling quietly, "is Cloudjumper. There are lots of dragons here."
"Dragon," the boy repeated the words and names, while pointing at them helpfully. "Dragon... Sanctuary. Val - Valka. Cloudjumper."
"Now you know who we are, child," continued Valka. "We'd like to know who you are."
The boy scratched his head curiously. "Who... am I? The truth is, I don't know who I am."
Valka turned slightly pale. "Anything?"
The boy shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
Valka looked at the boy curiously, then turned away. What would she do? She was sure not to take him back to where he belonged really - the scars made her think he was whipped. But raise him here? In the Sanctuary? Valka didn't know what would happen if another human joined the pack. But then - it would be like having a son. Something she thought she would never do. Dragon hatchlings were very different from human children. Valka made her decision, her final decision.
"We are keeping him at the Dragon Sanctuary."