DYNASTY (httyd AU with OC's)

Prologue

My family was huge, and always has been. That is until six of my siblings were lost at sea, along with my parents. Some say my family angered Njord the god of the sea, others say it was pirates.

Nobody truly knows what happened to my family, but I know deep down that it was the dragons that had taken their lives.

My father was the Chief of our town, and once everyone accepted the deaths of my kin, my Uncle Fiske took the title of Chief of Barosvik.

Barosvik is a small settlement, built in a narrow valley. This did not stop the dragons frequent and unwelcome visits. Though small, the town is home to many of the regions greatest Vikings.

Uncle Fiske was constantly heroicized by the townspeople. this is because he supposedly punched a skrill with such force that his meaty fist went straight through the beasts chest and out its back, killing the creature.

My only lasting sibling, my older brother Vince, claims the story was true and that he witnessed it with his own two eyes. Vince was always one for theatrics, he dramatized even minor events.

My poor brother never grew as big as Uncle Fiske or even his best friend Hickory, who grew astoundingly tall and thick muscled.

Vince was always teased for his stature and twig like limbs all throughout our childhood, despite being the Chiefs son.

He was turning fourteen soon, and he has yet to join The School of Dragons. The school I am currently enrolled in.

While Vince was away, reading a dozen textbooks and scriptures from The Hall of Asta, I waited patiently, with a double sided axe in hand, for a gate to open.

I remember it clearly, Hickory stood next to me in all his godlike glory. The crowd was most excited to see his performance. Hickory loved the dragon fights, you could see the excitement in his eyes on the days of battle.

"Are you ready?" He asked stroking his imaginary beard. He was hardly older than Vince.

"Hell yeah, I am! I'm going to beat the ever living Odin out of that lizard!" I shouted confidently, while throwing a few air punches.

"Oh yeah? What about Evana? She is your opponent during this exam too, you know!" Hickory teased, throwing a playful punch at my shoulder.

I cursed the boy under my breath. Evana Naveen had been one of my best friends from my early childhood.

    Through the years I've learned she's one of the fiercest, coldest and deadliest Vikings that anyone could have the pleasure of meeting.

    Me, Evana and Hickory were amazing fighters. We could take any dragon that came into town belching flames and wreaking havoc.

    But it's different now. Vince had met a boy in the woods, after his day of study in The Hall of Asta. He said the boy taught him how to be a "true Viking"

    Vince came home with the knowledge and ability to befriend and train dragons. The following years he taught us how to do the same. Dragons now lived with us by our side, in harmony.

    Once Uncle Fiske passed on to Valhalla, Vince took his position and I couldn't be more proud to call the Chief my brother.