THIS IS BERK
It's in the middle of nowhere, and it snows three months and rains the rest of the year. Life here is great, if you like a bunch of boring people who don't like having fun.
Seven years ago there were dragons. There were big ones and small ones. Some were fast. Some were slow. Some were intelligent. Some were stupid. Everyone had dragons.
My dad's was a Night Fury named Toothless. My mum's was a Deadly Nadder named Stormfly.
Life back then would mean having lots of fun. I remember Dad hoisting me onto Toothless and riding with me.
Six years ago, there was a war. Drago Bludvist, one of my dad's worst enemies, came back. I can still remember Gobber locking me in the house with eight toddlers who don't remember dragons today to make sure none of us died. While we were inside, plenty of people died. Gobber, Grandma Valka, Grandpa Hofferson, etc. While we were inside, something happened between my parents that drove Mum away. Something bad enough to make Dad tell Toothless off and banish all dragons. Even today, he won't tell me.
Ever since, life has been completely boring. No one wants to have fun. Last week I threw a birthday party for Mulch and he clearly didn't appreciate it.
But a year ago, things changed. After not seeing dragons since I was five, I saw a Night Fury. It wasn't long before I realized he was Toothless. We became friends right away, which is surprising, considering the fact that Dad hated him like crazy.
A month ago, I began thinking about leaving Berk with Toothless. Berk was probably better off without me. If no one wants to be happy, why stay there? If you feel like you're a sore thumb compared to everyone else, why stay in that place?
Yesterday, I packed up all of my belongings and left Berk with Toothless.
My name is Siren. This is my story.