We don't suppose ya know much about the Dragonwalkers, do ya?
A long time ago, the Scottish were mad superstitious.
Tellin' tales like the Dovahkiin.
Men and women who are cursed to live in the forest and seas as dragons, while their human bodies lay sleepin'.
Back then, they believed anything wild was the work of the devil.
'Cos these Dragonwalkers, they call 'em, are said to have a wild kinda magic.
Healin' powers that can vanish what ails ya out of thin air.
They can even see smells with their dragon vision...
Oh, and don't worry, they don't bite.
'Cos if ya drink their potion... you'll be a Dragonwalker, too.
How do I know, ya ask?
'Cos he is one.
In the miserable cold of a big island, birds are chirping, a deer is out hunting for food, and a squirrel hunts for nuts.
Suddenly, a group of Vikings is harvesting wood from the forest to rebuild the burnt houses that had been caused by dragons.
Many of them cut the trees causing the birds to fly away as the tree fell.
(Hairy Hooligan Tribe, Isle of Berk - 1000 A.D.)
One of the guys with a bucket on his head breaks a sweat when he hears something deep within the forest.
With his axe ready and his fellow men behind him, he shines the lamp at the forest only to find a swarm of green eyes staring into their souls.
Stepping out into the light reveals a pack of black-scaled dragons growling at them.
Bucket: Night Furies!
The rest of the men ran back to the village leaving Bucket behind who is circled by the pack.
Bucket: Back. Stay back! Back.
As he tries to push them back, one of them disarmed him, and the other scratched his chest in a criss-cross.
He crawls back while the dragons are growling at him.
Just as the pack is going on another move, a distant howl called them out turning their eyes into glow blue and purple before heading off to their caller.
Bucket looks in front of him to find a pair of humanoid silhouettes approaching him.
Bucket: Sweet Freyja, save us.
The silhouettes are getting closer and Bucket closes his eyes panting thinking this is his fate.
Just then, he heard howling once more.
He opens his eyes to find that the silhouettes are helping him using the glowing purple magic and the power of the dragon howling.
In the end, they finally healed his chest.
Bucket looks up to see two familiar faces from the past.
The tall one is a lady with Auburn hair with three braids, teal eyes, tiny waist, and she wears yellow long sleeves, a leather skirt and boots, brown leggings, and a big furry cape on her back.
The other in her arms, on the other hand, is a little boy who had the same hair color as his mother, only the difference is that he has forest green eyes, a pair of freckles, and wears a green tunic.
Both of them have black spots on their faces like they wear masks.
Bucket: You're a Dragonwalker? Thank you.
The woman points him at the village telling him to flee, and he did.
Just as they're about to leave, soldiers are shouting and heading in their direction.
The two and the dragons flee into the woods not noticing a wanted poster which they had a bounty on their heads.