Prologue
"C'mon guys." I moaned loudly as I turned to face the twins. Four pairs of eyes stared devilishly out towards the village, already set on their next target. It was a brown boar, dotted with green markings to separate it from the vikings. It was just a simple game to keep their skills up, but the twins didn't really do simple.
"We've already lost Lorg's Bakery, Rosta's boat and Hulga's house. Mum would kill me if you guys destroy anything else."
"It's just a game, Hiccup." Ruffnut laughed. "Just relax."
"A game that repeatedly destroys the village?" I asked. "Get off the dragon."
"Hmph."
The twins didn't look happy about it, but they got off Barf and Belch, leading him towards his stall. I turned back to my work on the planning the next training session. See, I was going to bring in some - crack.
I turned around.
The twins lay sprawled on the floor, a trail of blood leaking from underneath Ruffnut's head, staining the stone red.
A man leered above them, two pale hand sticking out of vibrant robes coloured in bright reds and golds.
Who was this man?