There arrives a time when responsibility is handed down to the next generation. Though sometimes enemies and burdens may also be passed down. It's been long since my days as a rider, but this is no longer my account. This is the tale of a girl and her journey as a dragon rider. ~Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
Knife sat in her room, staring out the window at the hamlet below. The whole town seemed lively as usual, though yet more so today. Well, everyone except Knife, for today was a day she feared. This is the foremost day of her training at the Dragon Rider Academy.
Knife stood up and headed downstairs to grab an apple before leaving for the academy. Today's the big day! She placed the apple in her mouth and tossed a few more into her bag. She hurried outside to where her younger brother Arve was waiting on his Deadly Nadder, Thorn.
"Come on sis! I don't wanna be late," Arve urged her.
She took the apple from her mouth, "Alright, let me get on," she replied. She climbed on the Nadder behind him and they flew off to the academy. Above the village appeared small to the view they had on the surrounding area. Knife loved the feeling of flying. It would be great if I had my own dragon. She let out a soft sigh when her brother yelled out.
"We're here!" Arve yelled.
Down below was the academy hall in which students may study and eat. There it stood standing proud and tall, where it stood for a little over a decade now. On the cliff below the school lay the arena in which most of the real training is held. The Nadder banked down and swooped through the arena entrance landing with a soft thud.
"Aw man! We were the last ones here..." Arve cried. Arve and Knife slid off Thorn and walked over to the group of students. In front of the group was the head teacher of the academy, Astrid Haddock.
"Knife, Arve. Your both late,"Astrid muttered.
"But mom..."Arve whined. Astrid gave him a very serious look.
"No excuses here. Anyway, welcome new students to the first day of dragon training. We will start with introductions." Astrid announced and pointed to a scrawny Viking. The student pointed to himself and mouthed the word "me". Astrid gave a nod of agreement.
The shy Viking stared down playing with a pebble on the ground avoiding eye contact. His shiny blonde hair and blue eyes giving him a picture of innocence and opened his mouth to say,"M-my name I-is F-F-Fishmeat Ingerman."
"Welcome Fishmeat." she looked at the muscular Viking.
He stepped forward with confidence and says," Hey Aunt Astrid, to those who don't know me the name is Stinklout" he points to the slender female Viking," and this is my little sister Shrieklout." Shrieklout just smiled in agreement.
"Yes, hello Stinklout how is your father doing?" Astrid queried.
"Oh good he finally returned from his trip."
"Oh, well, that's just great. Anyway, next."
Next was a group of triplets famous for causing trouble in Berk along with their cousins. The oldest and smallest of the three stepped forward.
"I'm Roan Thorston," she said and stepped back, her red hair swaying when she moves. The second eldest stepped forward, a fit female Viking who, unlike her sister had blonde hair.
"My name is Ran," she said and stepped back bearing their trademark wolfish grin. The youngest triplet adjusted his helmet and stepped forward.
"Um, I'm Randolf the youngest," he said with a smile. Astrid gave a nod and the last two stepped forward, they looked nothing alike. The boy was a well-built blonde haired, blue-eyed Viking boy, the girl was petite with Black hair and dark brown eyes.
"I'm Crushnutt and that's my sister Rika, yea I know we look nothing alike," he brings his voice down to a whisper,"She's adopted, so Shhhh.." Rika shook her head and pushed back her black hair.
"Alright, you already know who these two are," Astrid said, pointing to Knife and Arve, who looked at each other avoiding their mother's stare.
"Now let's get started," Astrid declared.