Chapter 1- A Day in Roxas' life

I wake up to the familiar rattling of a nadder's spines that I hear every morning. The first thing I see is my nadder's glowing, yellow eyes in the darkness. And the next second I am flung through the air and hit the wooden floor with a thud. Every morning this happens and every morning I hear a reptilian laughter emanating from my dragon.

"Good morning, Apollo. How did you sleep?" I questioned the dragon, who answered back with a low croon. He then starts to push me out the room like every morning, at least until I heard something no kid wants to hear.

"Roxas Revolting Richard!" my father yelled from outside.

"Coming," I croaked faintly, "wish me luck, Apollo." I marched outside while Apollo tried to hide under my bed, but he is about 800 pounds too big for that now. It was a little past dawn, and we were up earlier than normal, so why the fudge are we outside.

"Roxas, come over here right now and tell me something. What is this?" my dad said, anger oozing out of his voice; pointing towards a huge scorch mark where ruffnut and tuffnut had practiced a new combination. Of course they did it on our wall. Great.

"Um… its, um, well, you see, um… dragon practice, um… ruff and tuff, boom. We have more charcoal now, hehe"

"Thor, so help me" my dad said exasperated. "Just fix the wall by the time I get back from fishing, which is in two days time. Got it"

"Yes dad." I said with less courage than a sheep. After giving me a Viking death stare he headed to the docks where some of the other parents were waiting. At least now I can go back to sleep, at least for a little while. I went back into the house only to be pushed back out by Apollo. When you wake up a dragon, expect at least four hours of work before being able to rest. Luckily some of the other dragon riders were awake; maybe they can help me rebuild the side of my house.

"Morning, Astrid. Morning, Fishlegs." I said to the blonde Viking girl with a deadly nadder and the pudgier Viking boy with a gronckle, respectively.

"Hey, Roxas. You wanna race?" Astrid said. She is one of the most competitive vikings on Berk, even this early in the day.

"Um…maybe later." A yawn escaping my mouth, "How are you doing Fishlegs?"

"Oh you know. Doing Okay. Meatlug is flying two percent faster now, and her fire shots are reloaded."

"Nice. Okay Astrid do you wanna begin the race now or do you wanna wait until Snotlout wakes up so we can beat him? Fishlegs wanna join in?" I asked.

"Whatever, just as long as I get to show that I'm the best dragon rider." Astrid answered

"Sure, Meatlug is ready to fly. Although thinking about it I don't understand how she can fly." Fishlegs always seems to make me reconsider everything. Well he is one of the smartest Vikings on dragons, second only to Hiccup. Anyway, where is Hiccup? I guess he'll show up later.

"I'm ready whenever you two are." I said while fastening Apollo's saddle. I turned to see that Fishlegs and Astrid were already mounted on their respective dragons. I've beaten Fishlegs about five times out of ten, and Astrid a grand total of zero times out of fifty. Needless to say, I was hoping to win this race. Gobber walked in and we had convinced him to be the countdown Viking. Gobber switched his replacable hammer for a white flag and began the count down.

"3 get ready. 2 get set. 1, get ready, and GO!" the veteran Viking exclaimed. Thus the six of us began the race. Astrid and Stormfly went with a vertical take off like they always do, and Fishlegs and Meatlug took off right away, leaving about an inch between Meatlug's feet and the ground for the first 100 yards. Apollo and I started the race with a running start, a leap into the air, and a downstroke. Astrid, Fishlegs and I didn't need to talk about the racetrack; we already knew where we had to race. We had to go to the beach, fly between the rock pillars, up the highest cliff and into the ex dragon fighting ring. We were dead last until we made it to the rock pillars. Gronckles are not the most agile dragons. Astrid was way in the lead, and I landed on the rock pillars with Apollo and jumped through them. Deadly nadders are one of the most agile of the dragons on Berk. We passed Meatlug and found ourselves barreling towards the highest peak in Berk. Apollo unfurled his wings and was able to make a ninety-degree turn upwards to avoid crashing into the cliff wall. I saw Astrid and Stormfly already heading towards the ring. We flew up and heard a loud thud.

"I'm okay. Meatlug is fine too." Fishlegs hollered after careening into the Cliffside.

We continued flying; I mean he said he and Meatlug were fine. We quickened the pace and were right behind Astrid and Stormfly, nearing the ring. I was able to pull up right next to her and was gaining the lead until she had Stormfly quiken her pace. She regained the lead and flew into the ring.

I may have lost to Astrid but I was not going to lose to Fishlegs after he careened into the Cliffside. We sped up and then Apollo tucked in his wings to enter the ring. Yet at that second something opened up, a hole, or more like a tear. It was huge, and ominous, sucking us up while we dove straight into it. Apollo couldn't slow down, so shutting my eyes, and grabbing onto Apollo as tight as I could. We went through the tear, and the temperature dropped nearly 20 degrees Fahrenheit. The image that flooded my eyes when they flew open was not of the ring, or of Berk at all, but I knew it was going to hurt.

AUTHOR'S NOTE- I ONLY MADE ROXAS AND APOLLO. EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO IT'S RIGHTFUL OWNERS.