Chapter 1 – A family secret – Part 1
Many people love the fantasy stories of vampires, werewolves and mythical creatures. But would you believe them if they told you that some of those creatures was living on your doorstep under a secret identity?
On an island called Berk, there is a small village called Dragons Edge. Its name given by an old legend of the castle upon the hill that belonged to an old man who many believed had a hidden secret and lived his life as part man, part dragon. Many believed it was an old wives' tale to keep the castle a sacred place with the theory of hidden treasure behind its walls. But that all changed when a family named the Hoffersons' moved to berk almost 3 years ago and bought the castle as their new family home. Since their life began, the stories of the castle became non-existence, and many continued with their everyday life. The Hofferson family consisted of Mr and Mrs Hofferson. Mr Hofferson is a manager of his own company and Mrs Hofferson is a lawyer but likes to spend her time at the local community centre as a personal trainer at the local gym. They also have a daughter who was aged 15 when they arrived, and her name is Astrid Hofferson. Now we here 3 years later and from here our story begins.
It was late one Sunday evening, within the halls of the castle was the slight glow and echo of a television through the small gap left in the slightly opened door. Inside that room, the TV screen had the ending credits of a movie moving up the screen and the sound of popcorn being crunched in the background. Between the pile of cushions and empty energy drinks cans on the sofa was Astrid, she swallowed the remains of popcorn and crisps in her mouth while staring at the screen like a zombie. She only woke from her dazed trance when a noise of what sounded like metal crashing together. Astrid grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, for the sound that disturbed her happened again but now it sounded much louder.
Astrid rose from her soft and warm pillow cave with a slight sigh and put her feet into her blue cosy slippers. She opened the door and began to walk down the corridor towards loud crashing noises coming from the stairs that lead to the basement. As she walked down each step, Astrid wrapped her arms around her stomach as a cold breeze from the cellar where cabinets of food and barrels of ale were to be kept cold brushed her skin through her thin pyjamas. She continued until she reached the source of the loud sound and located the hidden key under the rock and proceeded to open the big mechanical lock on the door that looked different to the other doors within the castle house. As the door slide across, the sound of the wind came rushing towards Astrid as she looked up to see doors of the outside entrance of the basement widely opened. She walked over to the ladder that went up to that exit, dodging the scattered fish and baby yak bones they lay along the floor.