THE DRAGON QUEEN

Dragon Flower

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We stand on a rugged cliff that overlooks the vast, shimmering ocean, taking in the breathtaking view of Berk on a sunny, clear day. The sun casts a warm golden light across the water, making it sparkle as if strewn with countless diamonds.

"Berk is a small island in the middle of nowhere,"

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Inside her cozy bedroom, Hela sits at her wooden desk, completely absorbed in her work. With a determined look on her face, she skillfully sketches a new shield design, the quill gliding smoothly across the parchment. She pauses momentarily to examine her progress before re-dipping her quill into the ink pot, only to discover with a frown that it is completely dry.

"Great," she murmurs, frustration creeping into her voice as she glances around for a replacement.

"So when we get a taste of something new..."

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Meanwhile, not far offshore, Bucket bobs excitedly in his small, unsteady rowboat. He squints into the distance and spots a ship approaching, the sails billowing in the wind.

"Trader Johann is here! Trader Johann!" he shouts, waving emphatically at the incoming vessel, his excitement overwhelming him. In his eagerness, he leans too far over the side of the boat, and with a splash, his rowboat capsizes, sending him tumbling into the water.

"We tend to go a little overboard,"

The ship creaked and groaned as it pulled into the bustling harbor, a multitude of excited Vikings gathering on the dock, their eyes glinting with anticipation as they formed a lively queue outside the vessel. The ramp lowered with a resounding thud.

"Unfortunately, new isn't always good,"

Bucket bounced eagerly as he stepped onto the gangplank, his eyes wide with curiosity. Standing at the bottom of the ramp was Trader Johann, a rotund man with a jovial demeanor and a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

"Ah, Berk, my favorite of all the islands I travel to," Trader Johann greeted, his voice booming over the clamor of the crowd.

"Where have you been this time, Trader Johann?" Bucket asked, still hopping with energy as he boarded the ship, his feet barely touching the planks.

"Oh, Bucket, the things I've seen, the people I've met!" Johann exclaimed, his arms wide as if to embrace the world. "I'd need a week to regale you with tales of my adventures, but alas, we have limited time to conduct our business together." He turned his gaze toward the throng of waiting Vikings with a flourish of his hand. "Whatever it is you're looking for, I can assure you, you'll find it here!"

The Vikings eagerly climbed aboard, each one racing to explore the vast array of merchandise, their voices filled with excitement and chatter.

"It's all mine! I call dibs on everything!" Snotlout declared, his greed evident as he stared at the rows of goods laid out before him, a smug grin plastered across his face.