Reflections {A. Hofferson} {H. Haddock}

I

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 problem are the pests.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitos.

We have... dragons.

Alora ran out of her families hut. Dragons attacking again, it was very common, and an annoying problem for all the village. They stole their live stock and burnt their buildings. Although there family didn't believe in harming the creatures, didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

She took her bow and arrow, keeping it armed in case she was attacked. "Morning!" One of her neighbors yelled before going back to fighting a gronckle, the action made her laugh at how normal it was.

She ran past her friends, snotlout jorgonson, a beefy short boy with black hair and eyes. He was always trying to flirt with her and Astrid, although it never worked. He was as annoying as they come.

Fishlegs Inferman, he was heavy, and very nerdy. He could spew facts about plants that you never thought of. Sometimes Alora listened because she liked learning knew facts about stuff.

Then there was the twins, Ruffnut, the female twin. She wasn't annoying as the boys, she was cool to do dangerous and stupid things with. She was actually very smart, but only if you payed attention to her.

And then her twin brother Tuffnut, he was funny, and charming but in a cute stupid way. He was very sweet, unlike snotlout and he could definitely get a girlfriend but he was so immature. Not that Alora liked him, but he wasn't so bad to hang with. The twins together were the people Alora went to do mischievous things with.

Last but least, her best friend in the entire world, Astrid Hofferson. She was the strongest, bravest Viking of their generation, she could easily kill a dragon, and she knew how to very much hurt you with only your pinky. It was unfair when her and Alora would play fight, as Astrid always won, her knack for violence was too much of an advantage.

The gang threw water on a burning house, thanks to the pesty dragons. "Where are you going?!" Astrid shouts at her, receiving a smile from the white hair girl. "Our spot!"

One thing that made Alora's family stick out was their genetics for having white hair. Her uncle has it, her father has it and their parents and Grandparents. They said that their family where blessed with beautiful, curly white hair from the gods as a sign of their undying beauty. But who knows.

Alora dodged a bucket being thrown before running off to the mountains, her bow hitched as she ran threw the woods, not paying attention to the Deadly Natter following her.

She often brought fish and chicken to the mountains, her offering to the gods, which it must've worked as it was always gone by the next night.

As she ran threw the woods, finally getting to her spot, stopping as she no longer needed to run. That was until she noticed a figure glooming over her, the sharp spikes on its body made her eyes widen. "Son of a Bitch-" she cursed as the dragon roared.