chapter one
In the beginning or our race there was nothing. Nothing but the earth beneath feet and the sky above. Somedays the sun would shine, others it would not. Somedays we would fly, others we would knew we were there, till we were gone. Nobody needed us when we were there, and now that we are gone they do. Our homes where once works of art, carved into the mountains and trees so the forest around them could still grow and thrive without any interference. Now are rubble, turned into ash and soot.
I once had four limbs, now I have three.
I once worked with dragons that were my family and friends.
But now I control them with power and greed.
The day the arrows of rain came crashing down on our home, is a day I would never forget.
We were celebrating our families and friends deaths, as dark and twisted as it sounds we celebrate the life they lived with dancing, singing and decorating their altars.
There was one boy. Maybe around 7, with urban hair and acid green eyes.
He was small for his size and always smelled of viking, the only thing stopping us from killing him was the distinct smell of nightfury that seemed to empower the viking side each time I saw him.
2 years before hand he was surrounded by girl cousins, Aunts and grandmas with only one uncle and one boy cousin. If I remember rightly the nightfurys were usually all girls with a boy every now and then.
The boy would of been 5.
Then two years later he was all alone, just staring at the graves, there was more than the year before.
It was two days later when I found out that the whispering deaths attacked the nightfurys killing them all so they could be the dominant species.
The poor boy properly watched his entire family be murdered.
I should've said something, I was going to but everyone said not to. They all said the whispering deaths would find him.
And they did.
One the day it rained arrows.
The day I Drago Bludvist meet Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third and saved his life.
The day my life was changed forever.
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