When a girl is only trying to impress her father on how she can kill a dragon, but somehow befriends the boy who can't.
BOOK ONE IN THE FREYA PETTERSEN SERIES
(httyd-dragons: race to the edge)
(s t a r t e d : M a y 2n d , 2022)
(e n d e d : -)
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This is berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have...dragons.
The smell of smoke filled Freya Pettersen's lungs as she rolled around in her bed. Until she felt her body being violently shaken awake.
"Freya!" Her father yelled, once her eyes finally opened. "Get your ass up, before you burn down with the rest of the village,"
Once those words were spoken, the short redhead jumped out of her bed, making her way towards her armor that was sitting on the table. They were in the middle of another dragon attack. Throwing on her shoulder pads, she immediately headed for the door, to meet up with the rest of the group. But before she could exit the house, her father grabbed her wrist, making her turn towards him.
"Hey—you go out there and kill a dragon," He smirked.
"I won't let you down, dad," Freya said, lifting up her forearm and tilting it towards her father. Him taking his and doing the same, so their arms crossed like an X.
The girl, only being fifteen years old, had yet to go through dragon training. But her father being second in command, next to the Chief, he was just as bloodthirsty to kill dragons as the Chief was. Ulrik Pettersen had trained his daughter to become one of the best dragon killers her generation would see. Skilled to perfection with all weapons, and hand to hand combat. The girl only wanted to make her father proud, because the only thing she was raised to do was to help protect her village.
Once the redhead finally left her house, she immediately started sprinting to Gobbers weapon hut. Dodging angry Vikings, and jumping over the burning reminence of people's houses. Even though there was a slim chance Gobber would even give her any sort of weapon; a girl had to try. When she reached the hut, she saw that the window was already open; stacks of an assortment of weapons were placed on the counter. The girl quickly grabbed an axe from the pile while the older man's back was turned, but was pulled back just as quickly.
"What do you think you're doing?" The bigger man asked.
"Gobber please! Just this once!" Freya whined.
"Nope. You will go through dragon training just like the rest of the kids," Gobber grabbed the axe from her hand, with his one good one.
"I don't need dragon training! I've already mastered my weapon skills,"
"Freya, killing a dragon is much more than just picking up an axe and being able to wield it. You need to know the in's and out's of every breed of dragon, so you know HOW to kill it, and you will learn that in dragon training," The man smiled, placing more weapons on the counter; people coming up and grabbing them before running away to find a dragon.
