My name is Hiccup and I live on the island of Berk, you probably have never heard of it, in order to reach it you must first penetrate the veil, now I'm not talking about any future seeing stuff I'm talking about the dimensional veil, then you must travel twelve days north of hopeless traveling on the meridian of misery there you will find the lovely island of Berk, as I already said my name is Hiccup and I am Berk's one and only wizard.

I am the son of the chief of the tribe, though if you stood us next to each other you still would be hard pressed to believe that statement, you see unlike the other vikings of Berk I have very little muscle, in fact the other teens in the tribe call me "Fishbone". Before she left my mother explained that this was because my body converted most of the material used to create muscle into what she called "Magical muscle", this is the potency (for lack of a better word) of one's magic. In the small amount of time I had with my mother I was taught all the fundamental magics and then some, my mother had vanished when I was eight; five years after she had started to train me, she had left me a short note explaining why she had left.

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My little Hiccup,

The lady Magic has called me to another land, while we may be separated for the time being, do not be saddened for our good Lady has shown me that we will meet again, until then continue to work on your magic, I have also included a book of things that you have yet to learn.

Your Mother and Mentor,

Val*

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It had been eight years since Val had left and in them the entire tribe had forgotten her. Over those eight years the rift between my father, Stoic, and I had widened, he couldn't understand how I had been able to take Val's disappearance so easily. When the dragons started their raids the tribe didn't think twice about slaughtering the dragons. Without my mother to balance him Stoic apprenticed me to Gobber, the blacksmith; on top of that my father confined me to either our house or the forge during the raids… speaking of which I had to get to the forge, a raid was occurring and Gobber would be expecting me to help with weapons. I opened the door to my house, which was situated by the water and the edge of the forest, and stepped outside. Around my house there was a ring of fire, I smiled - my wards were working. I stepped off the porch and drew the fire into my hand.

I guess I should explain; the term wizard is a blanket term, a wizard is defined as a being that can mould magic, each wizard, or mage, leans toward a specific style of magic. The styles of magic are: elemental magic, conjuring magic, healing magic, illusion magic, and polymorphic magic.

Elemental mages use their magic to shape the elements to suit their needs the six basic elements are chaos, fire, wind, energy, water, and earth. Conjurers summon minions to do their bidding. Healing magic has to do with the body and can be just as deadly as elemental magic if used correctly, if unconventionally. Illusion magic is the most subtle and therefore considered the most difficult; it requires near perfect control over one's magic and an indistractable mind. Polymorphic magic allows one to, for a time, become a different species; most mages can shift into one different species, and the exceptional can have one or two additional forms, polymorphic mages have no less than three other forms and polymorph mages can affect their immediate surroundings for a limited time.

All that being said each mage leans towards one type of magic more than any other; that magic will be the easiest for the mage to learn. With the exception of polymorphic magic a mage can learn to be proficient in all the other styles of magic, though a mage will need foci for any magic that is not their natural magic. my natural magic is Elemental magic.

Hiccup stepped away from his house feeling the power of the wards wash over him; he made a mental note to reapply the wards for they were becoming weak. A Deadly Nadder flew overhead setting houses on fire, Hiccup sniffed the air, being a wizard also heightens ones senses, the scent of the fire brigade was nowhere near these houses, Hiccup magic'd away the fire, it wouldn't do to have a street of homeless vikings. Hiccup had almost made it to the forge when Stoic grabbed him by the scruff; pulling the boy out of the way of a stream of flame from a Nightmare, not that the flame would have hurt Hiccup.

"Hiccup, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE?!" Stoic bellowed, Hiccup didn't answer the question as he was ushered into the forge.

"Ah there you are," Gobber said, "Thought you may have been carried off."

"Gobber, you know that wont happen, Dad's too paranoid to let that happen." Hiccup replied, preparing a pile of swords to be fixed. As Hiccup finished fixing his third load of weapons a whistling - screech, not unlike the sound of a dive-bombing airplane, sounded, soon after a catapult exploded, the night fury was here. Gobber had already joined the fighting. Hiccup closed the forge and hastily made his way towards his house were he retrieved his staff, the shaft of my staff was made of a green wood with the occasional band of crimson breaking up the green, on the top of the shaft was a focus that Hiccup had designed and forged himself; the focus had a tree bent to one side rooted in flame both were surrounded by a crashing wave. The focus was six inches in diameter; all in all Hiccups staff was about five and a half feet long, just a little shorter than he was. As Hiccup left his house somberly; he would have to mortally wound the Night Fury or break the control of whatever telepath had control over the it; sadly Hiccup would probably have to do the former. Hiccup made his way to the bluff,

'I hope dad will appreciate this later' Hiccup thought as he prepared the spell that he'd had to cast quite a few times before, each time hurting more than the last. While putting a dragon down with a sword worked temporarily, the dragon was not dead for good, but when a wizard killed a dragon the dragons soul burned and they would die forever. Unknown to Hiccup his lamenting on the spell changed it, "Lady Magic Forgive Me." This whispered thought changed Hiccup's spell into a powerful healing spell. Another catapult blew up Hiccup aimed letting his instincts take over, then Hiccup released the bolt of energy. The bolt connected with its target and the dragon let out a roar. At the same time Hiccup cried in pain as he felt his heart shatter, Hiccup sat down and let his tears fall.

When his vest began to glow Hiccup stopped crying and pulled out the object that had drawn him away from his sorrows. The object was a book; well to be more specific it was the Compendium, the book that Val had left Hiccup. While Hiccup could read the Compendium whenever he wanted the book also opened itself when specific knowledge was needed; before Hiccup could open the book Stoic grabbed Hiccup and dragged the mage back to the village.

"Hiccup how many times have I told you to stay inside during raids?" Stoic scolded his son, "Why didn't you stay inside?!"

"Dad you know that I am just as capable of helping during raids as all the other teens, probably more so" Hiccup snapped, thankful that he didn't have his staff on him. Hiccup controlled the primal triad - the elements of water wind and fire along with their sub elements ice, firestorm, and vapor -, without his staff the triad of life - chaos, earth and energy - were inaccessible to him.

"Hiccup you may be a wizard but you are far smaller than all the others" Stoic retorted, "And as tonight has proven you are emotionally unstable."

"I'm not unstable, I'm…" Hiccup began.

"Hiccup, Stoic, this is not the time or place to be having this argument" Gobber interrupted.

"You're right Gobber, take my son home, I have other business to attend to." Stoic said before walking off towards the mess hall.

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A long walk filled with idle banter found Hiccup and Gobber nearing Hiccup's hut.

"Just because I'm submissive," Hiccup stated, in the realm of magical beings there are four types of romance, and three social roles (*View compendium for further information*), "Doesn't mean that I will break at the smallest hit!"

"Now you're thinking about this wrong, your father only wants what is best for you." Gobber said as they arrived at Hiccup's house, "Hiccup, Stoic just wants you to be yourself."

Hiccup paused halfway through the door, "How can I be myself when I'm not supposed to use my magic?"

Gobber didn't answer the question as Hiccup had already stepped inside and shut the door, the man turned from the house with a sigh before heading towards the mess hall.

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A/N: Here is the first chapter of Berk's Soul Wizard. Reviews are greatly appreciated, as is constructive criticism.

Until next time, this is Silver signing off.