AN: Hey guys, sorry for the long update but I can never write the first chapter of a story. Hopefully now that my GCSE's are coming to an end I will be able to update more frequently to.

I have several other fanfic ideas for once this is over too so you can expect more from me"

Here it is, the long awaited first chapter. Enjoy!

This is Berk.

Each day is pretty much the same here. It's cold even when it's summer. Me and Toothless occupy ourselves by flying and running the dragon academy with Astrid and the other teens. They're all getting pretty good, but they'll never beat me.

September: 2 days earlier.

After my morning flight with Toothless, I took him up to the trick rock as I like to call it. The other Teens were waiting for me so we could start our monthly trick contest.

"Okay guys," I said. "Best trick competition. Who's up first?" After a lot of debating between Snotlout, Astrid and Fishlegs, Snotlout went first.

It was a kind of pitiful attempt. He had no control over Hookfang whatsoever. After him Fishlegs went. His were never really trick as much, just trying to see how long Meatlug could hover for.

"My turn!" Ruffnut said once Fishlegs was done. "No MY turn!" Her brother Tuffnutt argued. I sighed, not again.

"Guys," I said despairingly. "Same dragon."

All I got was an 'Oh, right' from Tuff while the twins fist bumped. Then the arguments started. They could be awesome Riders if they just listened to each other and stopped individually controlling their dragon.

They came back and after trying to go again, it was Astrid's turn. "You might wanna take notes." She said to me with a smug look on her face. She and Stormfly are a great team. Stormfly will obey a simple command and expand on it and Astrid knows what to do. She was good, but I wasn't worried.

She landed and I got ready to go.

"Well looks like we've got our work cut out for us, eh bud?" I patted Toothless' head and we shot into the sky. We completed our sequence of tricks and looked back to the guys on the rock.

Another win.

No matter how good the others get, we are always the best.

Outcast Island

Alvin paced his base room, waiting for his patrols to return with news of the surrounding tribes. Suddenly, Savage burst through the door looking flustered but very pleased with himself. "This had better be good Savage," Alvin warned as he went to sit down. He was still angry after his right hand mans last outburst of 'good news' which turned out to be that the island had more sheep. SHEEP!?

Savage's grin faltered as he gulped to speak to his leader. "Alvin," He started, "You will be very pleased with what I have to say. It may be the best news for generations!"

Intrigued, Alvin sat forward in his chair. "Go on..."

Savages' smug look returned as his carried on. "We've found him Alvin. We've found...the Dragon Conqueror! He's on Berk!" He stopped, not sure whether to keep smiling or not.

"Well well well," Alvin smirked. "Looks like I'll be payin' Stoick a lil' visit."

AN: Hope you enjoyed. R&R please!~ KRF