The Rise and Fall of Black Ash

Chapter 1:

It had been over a week since the island of Berk had fallen to the hands of Black Ash, the evil counter-part of a boy named Marko. When Black Ash, along with another tribe leader called Alvin the Treacherous, had joined forces and invaded Berk, it had been slaughter: the entire village of the island had been overrun. Most of the villagers had been killed and their bodies been thrown out to the mercy of the sea. Some, however, were allowed to live, but it was a life of misery: every morning, they were put to work as miners, digging deep into the ground, not knowing when they were looking for. And every night, they would come back to the surface, empty handed and weak.

Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs were some of the few who were lucky enough to survive: Stoic and Golbber, on the other hand, had been killed. But the whole group of survivors knew one thing about Stoic and Golbber's death: they had gone out defending their island, and that's what counts in Viking culture. Before they had started digging, they were forced to build a sort of watch tower in the middle of where the Great Hall used to be, but it was in fact built so Black Ash could keep an eye out; in case a certain band of people who had escaped come back...

"Any sightings?" growled an annoyed Black Ash, as he climbed a ladder into the viewing level. The Viking who was on duty, a rather mean-looking and heavily muscular one, shook his head and made his way down the ladder that Black Ash had just come up. Sighing heavily, Black Ash walked away from the ladder and towards the side of the watch tower. As he looked out to sea, he heard another person coming up to start their look out shift.

"Why are you up here, Black Ash?" asked Alvin, walking up to Black Ash and he put both his arms behind his back, looking out to sea. "I just wanted to make sure...never mind," Black Ash sighed, and continued to look out to the fading light. "You still think he's gonna come back, don't you?" asked Alvin, trying to get more information out of him. "I know him: sooner or later, he WILL show up. And when that happens...the Battle for Berk will commence" growled Black Ash, scrunching his hands into fists.

Nodding his head slowly, Alvin said, "Right, then. I'll leave you to it." Nodding goodbye, Alvin went back down the ladder and left Black Ash alone. Sighing, Black Ash turned back and started to head towards the ladder, but he stopped when he heard something. Turning around, he saw a silhouette of a medium sized Dragon, with someone on it, flying as fast as it could away from the island. Growling in annoyance, Black Ash pulled out his sword, the one with the bone handle, and swung it right through a wooden guard to stop the watchman from falling to his or hers death.

There all pathetic! How can an entire tribe not see a Dragon! thought Black Ash, putting his sword back into its sheath. Shaking his head, Black Ash thought, Oh well: they won't be like this for much longer. Chuckling darkly, Black Ash walked towards the edge of the watch tower, and lent over the guard, and watched as the sun went below the sea, thinking, Where is he? Where is Marko?