(Salutations to all and welcome. This is my first ever story posted on this site. it is an adopted story, this will explain it's similarity to the story of the same name posted by the user "still-guns". I am working with them to re-do this story. well... I hope you like the changes I make.)

Lone Warrior.

Intro
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HICCUP

This, is Berk. It's a rather unforgiving hump of rock with a rather unforgiving sounding name. The large majority of the Viking population are also rather dull. A few short months ago, they would've been rather vicious as well, had I, Hiccup Horrendous the Third, made sure that the entire village wasn't, well, eaten. Sounds strange, huh? Well fighting a volcano sized behemoth is a little crazy. But, at least now pretty much everything is shipshape, because the war is finally over. It's a New Year (AD1013) and Astrid and I have decided this 'thing between us' should become a proper relationship. No sharing beds though, heheh, bit too young for that.

And Toothless? Well, he's Toothless. We still go flying regularly and even Astrid will come along for a ride. It does mean I have to ride Stormfly so she doesn't get jealous from being left out. Sadly though, we still haven't found another Night Fury. It has become apparent that when we were at war, he was the only one during my lifetime to ever attack us. Could he be the last one of his kind? If only we could go far enough to find one...

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ANDERS

This is Berk. It's a small island off the coast of Iceland and right now... the stage for the largest air battle of the War. My name is Anders Lanquist. My aircraft is a Spitfire Mark XXI with contra-props, two M2 Browning machine guns and two 20mm Hispano auto-cannon. I am a Norwegian pilot of No.332 Squadron RAF. And I hate Germans.

They were getting away. The Ju187 that I was tailing ducked and weaved. But it was still a big target. I lined him up and scowled at the rear gunner. Then I pushed the fire button. My two 0.50 cals roared and the 20mm Hispanos thundered. The Super-Stuka disintegrated in under 2 seconds of bullets. I heard a BANG!

'Damn!' I thought, 'Friendly flak is too close.'

"Attention all fighters," came the voice of Air Commodore Stockard, "The German fleet has launched another wave of fighter-bombers from the Graf Zeppelin. Intercept at close range." 190's! Finally a real challenge. I crashed the throttle into full power. The Rolls-Royce Griffon 65 screamed and the contra-rotating props whined. I pulled the joystick about and pulled into the enemy. A FW190D was quickly in my sights. I pushed the trigger again and the quad heavy weapons cracked. The 190 shed a wing, rolled and dove uncontrollable below me. BANG! My eyes darted ahead, too late to notice the ball of flak ahead of me. I had no choice but to fly through the flames!

I survived but I saw the leading edges of my wings were burning. My props were also engulfed in flame. I gazed in horror as the fires grew and engulfed my plane. I opened my mouth to scream as the flames entered the cockpit, but nothing ever came out.

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(well, I hope you've enjoyed the intro chapter, it was fun to work on. as usual, comments are always welcome. and I will see you, in the next installment...)