A/N: Hi :) I'm new here and, uhmm..it's my first time :) Meh.

This is short because this is just a prologue.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON AND RISE OF THE GUARDIANS :)

My name, is Jackson Overland. Prince Jack in short. How do I know that? Well, it is far by obvious that I am the next heir to the throne of my parents, so to say, soon, I'm going to be the next king with several responsibilities. I'm a reluctant teenage boy living a life of being coerced by unwanted demands, and as a person with an intended high position, I ought to have a good reputation and intention to my people, my town, my tribe, and my country. For now, my job is to just represent my family when they could not reach the needs of the people due to their hectic schedule. Like, meeting the duchess of Monaco just to have a dinner talk and deep business regarding building a company. Some of you think that royalty is all about class, etiquette, looking good, but it's not ALL that. Trust me, you'll quit.

Being a prince is both a blessing and a curse. I am indebted to do a witty decision and action for taking care of my country, and a diminishing expression of hope that I could no longer space out and do mischievous tricks. The bright side is, the peasants in my palace does everything for me. Bath, food, dishes, clothes, unlike weird commoners here who does everything for themselves. Isn't that kind of hard and harsh? Anyways, I was raised to speak numerous languages, to learn how to use a sword and arrow, ride a horse, and manners, which I always flunk at.

"...and how, my dearest son, is that even possible? Almost every week, I tried my very best to hire a professional nanny, and you managed to let her scream unlady like circling around the palace like a demented woman. I raised you properly son, maybe you're going through a short phase, and I am willing to hear anything that comes from you even if it hurts me." My mom stated compassionately. I heard her heaved a defeated sigh, and I was pretty sure, she sounded not pleased. Punishment? I had to stare at the blank empty wall for 15 minutes. What am I? A 5 year old kid? I bobbed my head at wall; repeatedly.

"Uuugghhhh... You don't know what it feels like so you can't judge me!" I gritted my teeth, silently exasperating in anger. All I wanted was them to stay with me for quite longer, but as I grow older, the more they didn't give me any dedicated attention.

"You're a mess sweetheart, you're no longer sweet, humble, -"

"Mom, I just want to live a life of my own if you can't even make a time for me."

"Jack you do know that I have responsibilities and-"

"It's not a matter of being busy, it's about having priorities MOM." I tersely intervened, vigorously turning to her with such anger spreading through my face. I can feel the heat insulating through my body, I felt my veins go hard, the blood traveling around me started to boil, and boy, I feel smoke billowing out my ears. I had never felt impartial before her, but this, for sure, it was different. I saw her almond eyes as she desperately wanted to give a sincere, affectionate apologies, but her face shows she was ascetic as her short brown hair gently swished through her shoulders as she stood up. It took seconds for me to realize there were luggages beside her.

"Your father decided this and I think I have to agree with him." She slowly crossed her arms and sounded lightly petulant. I don't know what was going on, the fact that what she's doing horrifies me already.

"I've been hearing bad things about you Jack, and don't even try to lie or hide it from me. You're lost, you're wild, I don't know."

"What do you intend to do to me?" I asked shockingly. I can feel my saliva choking in my throat as she turned her back flawlessly. She stopped and finds a way to breathe from realization.

"Bring you to a place called 'life'."

Here in Berk, it's summer, but 2 more days, school is back again. Oh, I hate the teenagers in my school. They never would want to change their atrocious attitude towards me, yes, I'm a nerd and I'm being picked at always. Especially the cool kids, who, in everyone's vision, the extremely awesome never to bump into their path people, the 'monstrous nightmares'. They're like the typical bad-ass group in a chick flick whom you've never want to induce an argument, most especially, to a guy named snoutlout, who happens to be the boyfriend of my crush, Astrid. She's plain mean, fetish on her looks, vain, sexy, tactless, and wants always the limelight on her. I had a crush on her because of one single reason; she used to be my friend and a nerd like me, but when puberty hit her, she dropped me like a hard boiled rotten egg. Now I'm having this mixed feelings if I still like her or not.

My name is Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parent's believe a hideous name would frighten off gnomes and trolls; like our charming ancestors wouldn't do that. So, yeah, I'm the talk of the town for being a loser to have such a cryptic name, and the only friend I have now is named Merida. She looks good, but she tends to have a fight with Astrid. She wants everything her way; a fighter by definition, but she is kind-hearted! Merida just wants fate to be changed, all the reason because she had strict parents who immediately demands her to marry the suitor they find for her. I mean, she's just 15. I know they're small company's broke, but it doesn't have to be that way. As they always say, suffering is a choice, and we both wouldn't want that.

"Two more days? Why can't it be six months school, six months vacation? Or better, six months vacation; but twice a year!" She shrieked under her breath, locking the restaurant's door properly. I heard her grumble a few bad words and it didn't bother me since I was used to it. So, yeah, both of us work part-time job at a simple restaurant and I'm the waiter. It has been two years since Merida's family reached rock bottom, to the point where they let their daughter shed blood and sweat to put food on the table.

"And oh gods Hiccup, I hate it when you never show your face to me! I hate it when you hide it from big square glasses and a bonnet. What are you a spy?" She relentlessly continued with her temperamental mouth as we began walking towards home.

"Today we lost 2 customers because you didn't see them coming your way and let their food fall to the floor, you forgot to clean the restroom and voila! Another customer's grimly comment. It also took you half an hour just to deliver an ice cream to a kid who's mother happens to be a garrulous old woman! And now, you look old drenched with that baggy jacket and pants!"

"Thank you for summing that up." I sighed in dismay. I have never been belittled by someone who doesn't even have the right.

"I'm...I'm so, so, sorry Hic. I'm stressed, I have problems, and Astrid came embarrassing us in front of our boss and-"

"Okay, okay, I got it. Just..don't try to get it to you." I placed a friendly comforting arm on her shoulder and ventured a smile that said 'it will be fine'.

Both of us flock together because of our positions right now, but, soon, everything will be fine. It's just a trial overcoming us. 48 hours, time is ticking, it's back to reality again. We're going to go through bullying, out of placeness, nerds are a wreck, and completely rude batch mates. I have a friend, who is a girl, and this time, I hope, I will grow a little courage and fight back. Let us wait for fate to take its' first step.

A/N: That's about right. Till later! :)