Chapter 2

At the edge of a clip we see a small child writing into his journal:

Berk, one of the most stunning places in the whole northern hemisphere, guaranteed to leave you frozen in place. Why? Because the island is covered in a luscious green forest, clear blue seas, 'exotic' animals, and if you dare to go outside without any sort of protection the temperature is sure to leave you frozen with a small coat of ice. Most people would leave but the only people that live here are, wait for it, Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

Now don't get me wrong Berk is a great place to live; the village is rather close, all most like a big family, and the people all help each other if anyone is in trouble. Well maybe not 'all' of the people but once you're accepted in to it you know that everyone has your back.

Unfortunately I have yet to be accepted. My name is Hiccup Horrendous Handdock the Third, but I go by many names such as: runt, useless, fishbone, etc. Most people think of me as a joke because I am practically the complete opposite of anything remotely Viking. I am skinny, short, and lack any sort of muscles making me hated by almost everyone. Most people think of me as a cruel joke that Loki has played on my parents. Why? Because my father is Stoick the Vast chief of the Hairy Hooligans, he is nearly seven feet tall, weighs around four hundred pounds, and is strong enough to crush a boulder with nothing more than a headbutt. My mother is Valhallarama the Feared, she is much smaller than my father but just as fierce, one time I tried asking her how she got her title but she refused to tell me. I tried asking the adults but all I got were hints that involved the last cup of mead, some unsuccessful flirting, an axe, fourteen injured people, and for some reason a chicken leg, most people shuddered when they mentioned the chicken leg others ran away screaming.

Today is my birthday, I am officially six, but nobody bothers to remember except my dad, mom, and my surrogate uncle Gobber. Yep, most people don't even know that I am the chief son, I am almost like some shamefully secret that my father tries to hide. Even the kids that I try to hang out with are ashamed to be seen with me. This group consists of Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs, and Astrid how I have a small crush on.

Now why have I decided to write this down? The reason being is that my mother gave me this journal knowing that I had no friends. Her exact words were, "Hiccup, remember to never let what other people tell you change who you are. I am giving you this book so that you can write down what you want to say because words on paper are meant to be read and listened to. They will help you be heard even after you are long and gone." My father gave me a small axe that sent me to the floor when he dropped it in my hands. Gobber just said that he would accept me as his apprentice, something that I was completely fascinated with. The why that you could forge metal somehow just captured my attention. This is the first time I am writing in my journal.

Hiccup slowly closes his new journal and stands up making his way to the village. It was already noon and he needed to get back home for lunch. As he began walking through the old beaten path that lead to his village, he failed to notice the cloaked figure standing on one of the branches high up in the trees looking down at him. As Hiccup went through some bushes the figure jumped down without making so much as a sound. He looked in the direction that Hiccup had gone and with a voice full of remorse said, "It is sad to think that a young mortal such as yourself has been placed with such an unfortunate fate as this. We had hoped that it would have fallen on someone much older but unfortunately we are running out of time. I hope that you will forgive us, but we can no longer wait anymore." With that the suspicious figure disappeared in shadows of the forest.

At the village

Hiccup had just broken the tree lines and started to make his way home when he spotted the other kids. Thankfully only Astrid had noticed him but she just turned away with as much indifference as a person could have. Not willing to risk his luck he quickly made his way to his house, which was on top of the hill looking down at everything else. No sooner had he walked through the door that he heard his mom yell, "Hiccup, wash up lunch will be done in a sec." for the life of him he still couldn't understand how his mom always knew it was him even when he hadn't even made so much as a sound. He guessed it was one of those weird mom things, like how they always know what you did wrong, or how they know what you are feeling before you do.

"Okay mom."

As she walked toward him she asked, "Hi, hon is your shoulder still hurting?" The reason being was that for almost three weeks his right shoulder started to ache. He also had weird dreams involving a glowing light but every time he woke up he forgot about it.

"No, mom it doesn't hurt anymore" responded Hiccup a little too quick followed by one of his famous crooked smiles. Obviously Val didn't buy it and so used one of her mom looks until with a sigh he said, "Fine, it's still there. I actually think that it's getting worse."

Val seemed to ponder this but marked it as just a side effect of something bad he had done to pull a muscle.

They left it be and at their lunch while having small talk. Soon the evening came and went. Hiccup made his way to the wooden stairs that led to his room but stopped just long enough to say goodnight to his parents. They did the same but they failed to notice in the dark lighting that one of Hiccup's normally emerald eyes was now a dark shade of red.

Once in bed he quickly succumbed to sleep. Unfortunately he began to have the same dream only this time. He was in a dark void, stuck in the air, the only light came from a sphere like object a distance away. Then suddenly a voice boomed as if it came from everywhere. "It is time."

Hiccup woke up panting out of his strange dream only to realize that voices were being shouted outside his window. It took him a moment to realize all the other sounds that woke him up. It was a dragon raid. Again. He began to walk toward his window to try and get a better look at the situation outside but what met him instead was a yellow eye attacked to a very angry looking monstrous nightmare.

To be continued…