This is misty island. It's twelve days north of Nothingness , and a few degrees south of Burning to Death.
It's located solidly on the Sea of Misery.
My island. In one word, death. And it's been here for a few generations, but, every single dragon is new. We have fishing, hunting, and it's summer every day of the year.
The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice,mosquitoes or dragons. We have Chimera and hydra
Most of the people here left. Not me. We're Vikings . We have, stubbornness issues. My name's Anastasia. Great name.
I dodged several Dragons. I trip and a male Dragon roars in my face.
"ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!".
"What are you doing here?! Get inside!" Yelled drake.
Drake ran off and tackling a hydra head.
"Anastasia?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!".
That's Shadow the night fury. Second Master of the dragons. They say that when she was a baby, she killed a two baby hydra with only a rock . Do I believe it? Yes, I do.
"What have we got?" She said to a near by dragon.
"Three hydras,eight Chimera. Oh, and pork saw a smoking death night" he said flying away.
I turned around and I'm grabbed from behind." Where do you think your going?" Shadow asked.
"My room". " good. Stay there until this is over". She flew away without another word.