1). Storm
1977
Northern Atlantic
Uncharted Arcipelligo
Hooligan Tribal Waters
'Hurry now!' Cried Stoick.
He stood beside the entrance of the great hall. The Vikings of the Hooligan Tribe were hastily running into the great hall, arms over their faces in a poor attempt to shield their eyes from the gale of salty sea water.
The wind screamed, an unnatural sound. However this proved regular for the Vikings.
Hiccup, Astrid and Fishlegs were sprinting to the great hall. Salt gusting then constantly all the way.
They had reached the village center when they saw a small girl weeping over her mother. Her mother was being slowly crushed by an overturned cart, the cart was constructed from Iron to excell its durability.
The brainchild of Hiccup and Fishlegs they wished it never had been conceived.
They sprinted towards the cart attempting to disengage it from her ever-stalling chest.
All three of them began to rock the cart left and right attempting to turn it upright.
She cried out 'My.. Child..'
A blur appeared and the sound of metal scratching stone echoed, the small girl was gone.
Astrid sharply stared, she withdrew her hands from the the cart and walked towards the position the small girl had previously occupied. There were scratches which deeply penetrated the cobble.
She clinched her holstered axe, inspecting the environment around her.
Noticing her absence Hiccup queried her. 'Astrid what are you doing?'
She replied, 'The girl she is..'
Astrid let out a scream, she was grappled by a figure, the figure had a copper looking suit and a dark red metallic piece which was clear enough for ounces of light to escape.
It had a bizarre sword like contraption mounted to its left arm.
Hiccup pounced for the individual but was too late. Astrid had been carried away as the individual paced towards the Harbour at speeds greater than Hiccup had ever witnessed.
She screamed, a scream loud enough for Stoic and Gobber to rush to the Village center.
'What in the name of Thor is happening?' He asked Hiccup.
The women had been relieved from the cart but was in a state of shock and agony.
'That thing, two of those things even. They carried away Astrid and a smaller Girl, Alöca I think.'
He paced towards the dock, however he was stopped in his tracks.
'The storm.' Remarked Stoic.
'I have to try.' Announced Hiccup in a noble and stern manner.
His Father clintched his left arm dragging him, ignoring his protest. Gobber and Fishlegs has combined there efforts in carying the Injured women.
They reached the great hall, as they entered the large doors were sealed.
Hiccup was released from his Farthers grip, a grip which could of easily broken his wimpering hand.
'We have to..' Hiccup was interrupted by his Farther.
'The Storm is too dangerous, if I know Astrid she has likely fought of her captors.' He said.
Hours passed and the entire hall was discussing what had just occurred, theories we're devised which obviously caused great distress to Astrid's parents.
Almost 6 hours had passed, the Storm was finally dying down. This prompted Hiccup to leap outside a soon as the grand doors opened.
He rushed towards the dock area, he saw nothing but destruction.
The proud longboats were all skeletal wrecks in varying states of disrepair. He looked for any signs of conflict but saw nothing. He began to walk along the trash scattered beach. He noticed no signs of battle, no signs of Conflict.
There it was, a copper like figure who had been deeply cut with Astrid's proud axe.
Hiccup rushed forwards propelling himself. The figure wore a suit constructed from a pure copper. It was the thing which had nabbed here previously that day in the town center.
He queried himself on what it was, and more importantly what it was doing here.
Fishlegs approaches from behind thinking a similar thought.