Prologue:
Shouts were heard on an Island called Berk. Fires raged as the Vikings tried to fend off the dragon attack. Defending their village, the Viking used swords, axe and other weapon to kill the furious beasts. The dragons kept coming, taking Viking down along with Viking taking dragon. Both sided trying to defend themselves from their enemy.
Since Vikings first sailed to the island of Berk, Dragons have always tried to kill them. They at first thought of the beast as wild reptiles who acted like vermin. As years went by they saw the dragons were not some dumb animal. They were smart and crafty. Took whatever livestock the Vikings had and would take their food as well. The Berkains had no choice but to defend themselves by attacking the beast. This continued on for centuries, showing no side of either side winning.
One man known as Stoic the Vast, chief of the Berkains, was known far and wide as a true dragon slayer. He popped off a dragons head when he was only a baby and the village stills believed that to this day. Stoic was no ordinary Viking and he took his responsibility seriously. He would yell at his warriors to use the catapults and put out those flames. When a Monstrous Nightmare tried to sneak up behind the large man, it was met with Stoic back hand, since the man knew from the heat that was being given off the dragon had come for him. Grabbing it by the mouth, Stoic fought the beast tooth and nail to drag it down.
All Viking were out and about. Even their only Black Smith would join in the fight. But inside one of the houses, a women named Valka hid her face under the dark shadow of her hood. She had started packing for her long journey out of Berk. Quickly grabbing all her things, it wasn't until the sound of a baby cry that she stopped in her tracks. She turned around to see her son looking up at her from the sides of his basket like crib. Wondering what she was doing, his eye widen in curiosity.
Valka was about to turn and walk away when she again heard her child coed for her. Letting out a sigh, she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed one of the furs from on top of the chair. Wrapping her baby in the blanket, she lifted her son to her chest. Cradling him in her arms, she rushed out the door and headed for the woods.
When they made it to an open area that was far away from the village, she let out a dragon like roar. After a few minutes, something responded back to her and out flew a large brownish/orange dragon. It had two pairs of wings and stood on four legs. Its smushed in owl like face looked down at the two as it bent down and coed at Valka.
"Hey Cloudjumper" Valk petted the beast as he tried to sniff the bundle in her arms. Growling at it when he saw the thing moving. It wasn't until Valka reassured him that it was okay that he stopped. "sshh, it going to alright," She then went to place the bags on the dragon and tied them off using only one hand since it the other, she was holding her son.
Jumping onto the dragons back, she sat down and Cloudjumper spread out his wings, getting ready to take off. Lifting off the ground, the dragon flew into the sky. Valka looked back one more time at her village. The village she was born and lived in, she watched as Viking fought and fires were trying to be put out. She looked down at her son, whose eyes seemed to be dropping from tiredness. "This is will be the last time we will ever see Berk" Pulling the top of the blanket off the baby's head, seeing the his messy brown hair and had fallen asleep, she soflty rubbed the side of his face "Hiccup"
