A very long time ago, my life changed forever.
I know people look at me strangely whenever I say this, but I cannot ever bring myself to explain. It was too complicated for them to understand. I know none of the younglings will give me the time I need to tell my story to them and I didn't want to relive all the pain and joy for some ungrateful children. Vikings who are old enough to remember what happened all those years ago accept my silence and usher the little ones away from the grumpy elder's house.
But when I'm alone, I relive my past again, bringing it back to life. I remember every little detail of that other life. All the sadness and joy comes rushing back, feeling wonderful and painful at the same time. I wish I could forget all the sadness, but that would take away what made the happiness so special, now wouldn't it?
Now, as I sit curled up by a fire, I allow myself to go back. As though I'm looking through another's eyes, my long grey hair turns black, the lines on my face disappear and my dark eyes turn bright green. The ancient houses of Berk become brand new, the paved roads turn to dirt, old faces become young, and I'm crouching behind a boulder as I watch the vikings go about their regular chores, tense and alert.
I am Dark Fang, the last of my kind, and I am seeking my revenge.
And this is my story.
