How to Train Your Hybrid

This Is Berk

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.

I quickly close the door as a Monstrous Nightmare releases its fiery breathe at me. I can still feel the heavily intense heat on my face.

That was too close, I think to myself.

Suddenly, I'm pulled away from the door and staring at my brother, who has a less than pleased glare on his ugly face.

"What is the matter with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Never mind, just get your butt to the forge," Artemis spits pushing past me, almost making me fall. Luckily, I steady myself at the last minute.

I glare at his back and stick out my tongue, as he grabs his sword. I know it's childish of me to do, but he can be so annoying and bossy which makes no sense, since I'm the older one. I was born a two years before him, yet he thinks he's the leader.

Me and my brother are polar opposites. We share nothing in common except for same facial genes.

Artemis has auburn hair parting to his left with minor freckles on his cheeks and brown eyes with specks of blue in them. One of his more unique traits is a small, white scar just below his eye on the left side of his face, which he recieved as a baby. Artemis is pretty tall at six feet two inches, with some muscle tone. He usually wears a sleeveless, red tunic and a dark brown pants that matches his boots. Artemis is an extrovert, which means he is very outgoing and not afriad to express his opinion. He loves attention, being the attention seeker he is. He can have quite a temper, which is usually caused by me, but other than he's just plain arrogant.

I have long red hair, which I keep down over one shoulder. I have no freckles or other beauty marks and brown eyes with specks of blue in them. I stand tall at five feet four inches, with no muscle tone but that is expected from a girl. I usually wear a purple long sleeve tunic, a black belt, and brown pants that appear layered. Over my tunic is a chest plate with a large fur collar. It has large round shoulder pads. I have armbands and boots with spikes on the sides. I have a few layers of cloth around my waist, with my right leg exposed. In contrast to Artemis, I am an introvert which means I am solitary and enjoy time by myself. I hate attention and I'm not a big fan of huge crowds. I tend to hide in the shadows whenever I can. The upside to being a quiet person, is that I hear a lot of gossip that goes around the village. I can have a temper, but only when provoked. Other than that, I really just a nice person.

I watch as Artemis exits the house, soon after, I follow.

My name's Slade. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst, probably the greatest. Makes me sound fearsome. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

It's plain madness outside the comfort of home. Fires are everywhere, attacking and destroying everything in their path with no signs of stopping. The fires bounce around and soon come together to form larger masses of fire. Dragon hordes are littered across the blackened skies. Thunderous roars rock the skies, making it appear as if there is a earthquake in the skies. Vikings are fighting for their lives, trying to drive the huge deadly beasts away.

I run wanting to make it to the forge alive. Last time, I almost got taken by a dragon. I fall on back when a much larger viking rushes past me. Another pops out of nowhere and towers above me with an axe in his hands, screaming bloody murder.