The Soul of a Boy

by Summonergriffin

It's a special day on Berk. It's Stoick's aniversary of becoming chief. All is great, until and old enemy visits. Hiccup has to live with what the enemy has brought into his life. But not everyone is Okay with the change. Especially a visiting Berserkian heir. (NEW SUMMARY) (This is my first fanfic. One chapter per week, or more if I'm feeling like it.)

1. Prologue

The hooded figure scrambled over the table, the candle's flame flickering at the movement. Muttered curses were heard as the figure turned crates upside down, shoved bookshelves over, tore down paintings, followed by a frustrated scream. Suddenly, a speck of light caught the figure's attention. It was a rock. But rocks don't shine... Unless they aren't rocks. The figure shoved the rock aside as hard as she could, and gave a relieved sigh. There it was. It extended a skeletal hand towards the leather. Because it was a book. It picked up the book slowly, and set it on a desk that stood straight. The hand traced the edges, and opened the cover slowly. The yellowed sheets turned as the figure searched, gently touching the old parchment. A smile formed from under the figure's hood as it found what it had wanted. Now it just had to wait for an opportunity to strike.

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