"Who is he?" Stan heard someone ask as he began to wake up.
"He is obviously an outsider. But how he got here is a mystery, there was only a large black crater." another voice answered. Slowly, stan tried to sit up and was welcomed by a crippling headache, causing him to moan.
"Look hes waking up."
Stan opened his eyes and saw a mountain of a man well over 6 and a half feet tall, with a large helmet. standing next to him is another large boy but with several appendages missing, and an old lady with a tall staff.
"Ugg, Where am I?" Stan asked them as he sat against the back of the bed he was in.
"Uh, Could you please speak up?" the large boy asked as the old lady leaned in.
Stan repeated himself and the three faces turned to those of puzzlement.
"Apparently, he cant speak." The boy said and shocked stan when he pulled out a sheet of paper and asked him to write it out.
Obediently, Stan wrote out his question.
"Ahh~! Where are my manners. I'm Stoik the vast, Chief of berk, this little island and this is gobber." the large boy with the large helmet said as he gestured to the other boy.
"Are you stranded on this island? We can give you a boat to get back to your island." He asked.
Suddenly, stan had his stomach drop to his feet as he realised he was not in his world. he quickly scribbled down, "I'm stranded. just in the wrong world." and showed them the paper. They all paled as stoic read the note aloud.
"So-Wait-wait wait, you're not from here?" gobber asked him misbelieving
Stan nodded his head and Stoick turned to them all and said gravely, "this is not to be let out from the healer's hut. I'm letting you into the tribe, but you only get the land in the forest on the other side of the mountain. And you are to keep to yourself and we'll turn a blind eye to you. You will get food from the storehouse until you're farm is up and running."
Stan nodded his head and turned to gobber and wrote out on the pad, "Can I keep this?"
"Sure." the boy nodded with a smile and the healer scribbled something onto the floor.
"The healer says you're good to… milk the yacks?" Stoick translated before getting a whack on the head by the staff, hard enough to cause the others to grimace.
"Oh, Good to go." Stoick finished as stan stood and walked out the door with them.
"sunrise, be at the other side of the mountain." Stoick told him, and stan nodded as he headed into the forest to his plot of land.