A New Perspective

The Raid

'This. Is Berk.' An unknown male voice said, 'Its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. Its located solidly on the meridian of misery '

A village is visible just over a hill with sheep grazing on said hill. 'My village. In a word, sturdy.' The voice continued, 'It's been here for seven generations yet every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.'

Suddenly, two large, clawed talons snatch a sheep from the spot it was grazing on. 'The only problem are the pests.' The voice said casually, 'You see, where most places have mice or mosquitoes, we have...'

A boy with auburn-colored hair, forest green eyes with freckles scattered on his face. He was wearing a faded green tunic with brown leggings and fur boots. Over his tunic, he had a bear fur vest. He rushed down the stairs of his hut and to the front door. He opened it, only to be greeted by a flame red dragon. It had no front talons, and instead, had two claws on each of its wings for it to walk. It also had flame-shaped ridges running down its back to its tail.

The dragon spotted the boy and spewed liquid-like fire at him. The boy luckily was able to shut the door in time to stop from being burnt to ash. After a few seconds, the dragon gave up on the boy and flew off to find some new pray.

"Dragons..." the boy breathed in the same voice that was monologuing. The boy then ran out of the hut and into the once peaceful village. Vikings and dragons were fighting everywhere.

Out of nowhere, a man tackled the boy to the ground, thinking he was a dragon.

"AGGGGHHHH!!! Mornin'!" The man said once he realized that he was on top of a very skinny and fearful boy. He then took off to find a dragon to kill.

The boy got up and took off to his destination. 'My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But parents believe that a hideous name will scare off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.' The voice, now known as Hiccup, stated.

As hiccup was running through the village, he failed to notice a stream of fire heading his way. A large, meaty hand grabbed Hiccup by the collar of his shirt, keeping him from being burnt to death.

"Hiccup, what is he-" The large man began to question with a rough, gravelly voice. He then turned to Hiccup, "What are you doin' out? Get inside!" The man then threw Hiccup in the direction of the town forge.

'That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe.' Hiccup stated, 'They say when he was a baby, he popped a Nadder head clean off its shoulders. Ho I believe it?' Stoick then picked up a cart and threw it at a nearby dragon, successfully knocking it out of the air with a squawk. 'Yes, yes I do.'

"What have we got?" Stoick questioned his second in command, Spitelout Jorgenson.

"Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hork saw a Monstrous Nightmare." Spitelout responded.

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

"None so far." Spitelout responded again.

"Good." The chief said, brushing a burning piece of wood off like it was nothing.

Hiccup ran into the forge to get to helping.

"Ah, nice of ye to join the party." Said a large man with a hook as his left hand and stump of wood as his right foot. "Thought ye'd been carried off."

"What, who, me? Nah, come on, I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all... this." Hiccup answered jokingly while flexing his nonexistent muscles.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" The man said, just as jokingly.

'The meat-head with the attitude and interchangeable hand is Gobber.' Hiccup's voice said, 'I've been his apprentice since I was little. Well... littler.'

Then, a large, bolder-like dragon came down and rained lava onto a house, setting it ablaze instantly.

"Fire!" A Viking yelled to get the attention of the Berk fire brigade, the other teens on the island made it up.

"Let's go!" A female voice that demanded authority yelled.

A group of teens ran past the window of the forge.

'Oh, and the husky teen that is the most peaceful of Berk is Fishlegs. The short yet muscular teen is my cousin, Snotlout Jorgenson. The skinny teens that look like the same person are the Thorston twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And finally, you have the leader of the group, Astrid. She has lang, blond hair with sky blue eyes. She is probably the fiercest teen on the island. Now, I used to have a crush on her. But that was before I saw how she truly was.' Hiccup's voice rambled, anger in his voice when he mentioned Astrid.

'There are a few different dragons that attack the isle of Berk, but the most common ones are these. A Deadly Nadder some of the most common, killing one of those would get you at least noticed. A Gronckle is still common, but they are tough. Taking down one of those would get you a date without a doubt. The Hideous Zippleback is a two-headed dragon, one head breaths out a highly flammable gas, and the other lights it. And then, you have the Monstrous Nightmare, the same dragon that first attacked me at my hut. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit to set themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no has even seen. We call it the...' Hiccup's voice said before he trailed off because of the sound of the most powerful dragon known to Berk, the...

"Night Fury!" A Viking shouted in warning, "Get down!"

A bright purple blast destroyed one of the defense catapults with one shot.

'This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..." Hiccup trailed off when the screeching sound came again, signaling that the Fury was attacking again. The shot hit its mark with ease. 'Never. Misses. No one has killed a Night Fury before. That's why I'm going to be the first.'