The dragon conquerer of berk

This, is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

I career wildly through the village, my hands firmly clasped on the solid spruce handles of my new invention, the mutilator.

My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for -seven generations, but every siingle building is new.

I swerve past Gobber, narrowly avoiding hitting him as I stumble past. The machine appears to have a life of its own and it's all I can do to follow it and look like I have a plan.

"Sorry! Gotta run!"

We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, while most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...

A shriek issues from my mouth a as a particularly vicious gout of flame bursts up to my right and I'm thrown to the side. A second later I'm lifted off the ground.

"Hiccup?! What are you doing out aga- what's he doing out again? Get insde!"

... dragons. Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

Thecheif throws me to the side without another glance. I stumble to my feet and glare at his back as I scramble away with the mutilator in tow.

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.

Do I believe it?

I don't look back but I can hear the pained roar of a gronkle as it's brought down by a bola.

Yes I do.

The havoc of the village is left behind as I drag myself and my contraption up the stairs to the north defenses where I have the best view the sky.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.

I'm scanning the sky for even a tinge of colour that betrays the presence of a dragon but there's nothing and the tension is killing me.

Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

And then I see it- a flash of plasma briefly illumimating a black shape- and I'm turning the mussle and firing as hard as I can even thoigh I only just manage to pull the lever...

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-

The blades fly through the air and hit the dragon and it roars in pain and i'm lying flat on my back but I don't care because I hit it I hit it I hit it...

"Night fury?"

Hello wonderful people! I'm Feroxis835 and while I'm new to but I've been hovering for a few months and I 've finally managed to gather up the courage to post a story here! Constructive criticism is accepted and welcomed. I know that this bit is a bit short- the chapters will be longer, promise, But I thought it would be nice to have a little taster prologue.

Well, untill next time, fellow dragon tamers,

Feroxis835