Hi Welcome to my home, Berk it's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It is located solidly on the Meridian of Misery in the Barbaric Archipelago.
It's a fairly normal place for an freezing island full of blood thirsty Vikings. The main problems are the pests, while places further south have mosquitos and flies we have, Dragons.
You may be wonder who I am, well the thing is I don't know, according to the village Elder fifteen years ago a loud roar was said to have shaken the night, everyone burst out of their houses thinking it was a Dragon raid, only to find a small abandoned baby in a nest of leaves left in the middle of the village square. That baby was me, the only thing that was with me was a necklace. It basically looks like a dragon stepped in a piece of Amethyst and it somehow molded to that, plus what looks like a dragon's scale made of Obsidian fused into the back of it? So yeah the only thing linking me to my past is a purple dragons footprint necklace.
You can guess how superstitious Vikings would react to something like that, nervous where did he come from what was the dragon roar from, how was this child not eaten, how is he asleep, wouldn't a roar like that wake anyone up, what is happening, whose child is this, where did he come from!? No one wanted to take care of the strange baby except the Elder, Gothi. She seems to be the only decent person in the village.
The Chief on the Village Stoick The Vast wouldn't even name me, he names all the other kids around here why not me? Simply because I was found under strange circumstances doesn't mean I shouldn't get a name right?
I'm constantly bullied by all the kids called weak because I'm rather thin, or nameless because I have no name. Why call me weak I'm not the only thin person around Erick is just as thin maybe even thinner, just because he is an expert at inventing dragons traps, and all sorts of useful things and I completely understand why they like him so much better. Before he proved how skilled he was they used to mock and bully him as well. He even had a different name, Hiccup.
But this is my story, well mine and one other's let's actually begin this is way to similar to a prologue and it isn't supposed to be one.
Flames, screaming, and destruction. That's the first thing I hear this morning and it can only mean one thing, another dragon raid. I fall out of the tree i'd fallen asleep in the previous night and run into the village. You may be wondering why I would run into all the fire and destruction, do I have a death wish? Or am I insane? Maybe the last one, but the reason why is- The narrator was cut off as a powerful blast of light decimated a nearby catapult.
That, that's the reason why, the Legendary Night Fury. It never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one in Berk has ever killed a Night Fury, and secretly I'm glad.
As I watch the Night Fury fly through the wreckage of the catapult, I for the first time catch a glimpse of it's face even it's eyes. Concentration, thoughts, that's all I saw before I was pushed out of the way and onto the ground by Snotlout, the show-off fifteen-year-old, I briefly hear him laugh before another Night Fury explosion cuts it off. As I get up and run towards the blacksmiths, (it's never destroyed for strange reasons) dodging roaring Dragons and vikings, plus the varias flying, and often flaming debri, I see something fly away from it. "Is that a bola?" I ask myself. Distracted by it, I watch as to goes flying to a speeding dark shape in the distance, The Night Fury and to my shock and fear it actually hits its target.
My chest aches as I hear it's pained cry and see it crash down on Raven's Point. "YES! I HIT IT!" I hear a voice shout out. "I SHOT DOWN THE LEGENDARY NIGHT FUR- wait no, nooo, AAAAAUUURGH!" I turn to the Joyous cheering turned horrified screaming and see a large Monstrous Nightmare ripping Erick to pieces ( Of course its him who managed to hit a The Night Fury). I am frozen to place as I see the scene unfold. When that bit of horror ended, and I had relaxed a little, the Nightmare turned and looked at me. Once again I froze. As it began to walk towards me I saw its eyes, glazed over like there was no one there, like it was hypnotised. My confusion only grows when it stops right in front of me. It's eyes are going from glazed over, to clear and conscious. A purple light from in my shirt catches my eyes, my necklace. I pull it out and the glow intensifies, I look back at the Dragon in front of me, it's staring intently at my necklace. Suddenly it pulses and the Nightmares eyes widen and it stumbles, it recovers quickly, looking back at me it nods then it flies away. WAIT!? It nodded at me, an intelligent action! I look down at my necklace which has since ceased glowing. "That was weird." I mumble.
Then I'm struck with a thought, The Night Fury! It was shot down! Without thinking at all I bolt towards the forest at high speed. Why I feel worried for such a creature I don't know, but at the moment I don't care "someone" needs my help. I run towards Raven's Point, dodging branches and leaping over fallen trees until I come across a couple of trees ripped apart from some kind of impact. "Night Fury!" I whisper excitedly. My excitement quickly turns to determination as I quickly run down the path of destroyed trees until I'm led to a small clearing, and there in the middle of the clearing before me, entangled in bolas is the Legendary Night fury.