Far from Berk, further south then any Viking has yet to explore lay a large clusters of islands, seven to be exact, all in a hexagon with one at the centre, each with their own chiefs and rulers, each with their traditions and politics, but one thing they all had in common was, slaves. The islands were settled on by an old tribe of slave runners generations ago, longer then any one cared to remember, the one in the centre, ya the one with a bunch of shadows passing over top of it, that is the one I live on, drake head isle, kind of an obvious name based on the fact that the island is shaped like a dragons head but I never said the people that live here were the most clever.
"Get a move on it brat or I'll skin ya alive before these beasts get ya!"
"On it sir!"
That would be me, slave of the resident blacksmith, I am small but I wouldn't say too small, you live your life lifting metal all the time and even with the meagre meals I have some good weight on me, though I could do without the torn tunic and pants but what can I do, I was born into slavery. The overweight bloat with no hair on his head to speak of other than this odd ponytail at the back is Bubbles, weird name I know, never found out why they named him that, probably blew bubbles out of his spit when he was small, if you can imagine some one that big being small.
"Bubbles!"
"Oh great, get ready boy, the chief is on his way."
I immediately let out a long sigh, if there was any one you didn't want to deal with, it was our self imposed chief.
"What is taking you so long!? We need these weapons done right away if we are to fend of these beasts! If you don't hurry along then what we lose today will be on your head!"
Nice, now I am sure any one would enjoy an average sized man yelling at them, especially when he always smells of mead and never wears a shirt, but threatening you by saying that the losses are your fault, especially to the only black smith you have is probably not a good idea, even if I am the one doing the actual work.
"Don't you dare blame this mess on me Horduct! The brat be going as fast as he can and without us you don't stand a chance in Odin's hall of getting weapons repaired for the next time!"
That never fails to surprise me, me a slave, having their master stand up for them, I must be the luckiest person around, no one else on the cursed isle gets treated like that once they were branded.
"Well just hurry it up would ya!"
Bubbles turned around and walked past me, mumbling something like "I'll hurry and so something all right." But I didn't hear him too well, I was too busy trying to listen to what was going on out side when suddenly an axe whistled passed my head, this startled me and I quickly looked to see where it came from and there my master is standing with a smug look on his face. After I returned the look with a confused one he motioned his head for me to look behind me and when I did, I nearly couldn't contain my laughter...nearly. There our mighty chief stands, axe imbedded on a wooden pole just to his right, as pale as a ghost.
"Well then chief, what are you waiting for? You came for a weapon didn't you?"
"Ah right, thank you...Bubbles, I'll just be...going now."
"Ah you should, dragons aren't going to kill themselves now are they?"
Ah I forgot to mention that didn't I? Well you know those shadows passing around the island earlier? Well those were...
"DIE DRAGON!"
Dragons.
I quickly shot a desperate look at Bubbles, the greatest thing for a slave on this island is to kill just one of those beasts, it means a good meal and if you kill enough freedom.
"Oh no, I know that look, I know you want your freedom boy but what would you do with it? You don't know a thing about this isle, or any for that mater, you would just get yourself killed."
"Just once, please...Bubbles."
The one time I can get away with something, is when I dared to say my masters name instead ofaddressing him properly, he actually hates being called master believe it or not, big guy does have a heart...somewhere under all that...fat.
"This will be the one and only time you hear me!?"
"Thank you so much! You won't forget this!
"No...I don't think I shall."
I was already out the door so I didn't hear his response but for some reason I had a chill go down my spine, something was about to happen but I didn't know what, I didn't even know what I was going to do, it was just so crazy out here, dragons I couldn't even begin to describe where everywhere, not to mention the people trying to fight them but just my luck, I bumped into the one person I shouldn't have, the chiefs younger brother.
"uh...sorry...lord Lug..Lugtugg."
Did I just stutter his name!? This is it, I am going to die before I even get a chance to do anything!
"You will be sorry you impudent little..."
I don't remember what he said next, just his war harmer coming down at me and this massive pain on my forehead, I must have started hallucinating because when I opened my eyes I could swear I was flying but that isn't possible...right?
* Authors note*
Welp, that is the beginning of my very first fanfic...not really sure where to go with it but I couldn't get the idea out of my head and had to write it so let me know how you guys like it, any suggestions would be great also, in case you didn't know, I am very sad to say I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.
