Legends
Prologue
There were dragons when Hiccup was a boy but these were no ordinary dragons. These were the heroes of their decade, and the legends of today. Some towered well above the Great Hall while others where no taller than a barn cat, but war raged on Berk for years after Hiccup was reunited with his crazy, vigilante dragon mother. The irrational dragon trapper, Drago Bludvist, was bent on capturing every dragon within his grasp, and he knew exactly where to get them. It was a surprisingly sunny day when Drago's bewilderbeast returned to Berk, blanketing the summer grass in a sheet of snow, but The Dragon Riders were ready for him. Oh they were a sight to see! Astrid on Stormfly, Snotlout on Hookfang, Fishlegs on Meatlug; Ruffnut and Tuffnut on Barf and Belch; and Hiccup on the most famous dragon of all…Toothless. They flew in formation as other residents of Berk, both human and dragon, attacked the intruders but this defensive maneuver was done with blind folds, and earbuds to block out the bewilderbeasts hypnotizing control. Everything was solely based on trust, and in the end Drago and his army fell, never to return again. Berk celebrated for weeks, cherishing the time that was granted with one another. Friendly competitions erupted, as ale and Berks finest foods were consumed in celebration of victory but eventually things returned to normal or at least what was normal for Berk and with Hiccup as the new chief, this meridian of misery was about to get a major make over. Just as decorations were being placed in time for Snoggletog, Hiccups training academy was ready for its first recipient but just a day later their faithful dragons began to leave. They didn't leave in droves but instead a few at a time. Toothless was found desperately trying to follow, tearing at the frozen soil, wings flapping in a frenzied motion so Hiccup once again put on a self-adjusted prosthetic tail. He was hardly able to buckle the last strap before Toothless took off into the morning fog. As Hiccup looked on, the black night fury never looked back. Most Berkians believed that it was the beginning of the dragons breeding season but as the weeks past, and the snow got deeper, none returned. Even when the fresh green leaves poked through the last of the melting snow not a dragon was to be seen. Of course Hiccup sent out numerous search parties but their efforts were in vain, and it seemed that our heroic dragons were lost to us forever. Left to become nothing but legends.