How To Train Your Dragon

Introduction

3rd P.O.V.

A young male's voice speaks, sounding maybe 14 or 15 years of age. "This is Burk." The same island and village from before appears. "It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death." The adolescent's voice continues on. "It's solidly on the meridian of misery." The picture skips to show the land where the sheep graze. A foreboding feeling overcomes the reader, knowing that something is about to happen. As it is much like before, with the beautiful stars and moon peeking out from behind the clouds. "My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We having fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem are the pests."

And, as though those words had been a cue, a pair of large and sharp looking claws snatch a grazing sheep up. The sheep that was next to it looks around and then retakes the spot of the napped sheep. "You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. But we have," A young male, about the size of a 14 or 15 year old, opened his front door. He closes it, however, almost immediately when a dragon that had been chasing after a sheep turns and blows fire at the door, "dragons." The brunette says loudly.

Outside, the dragons are wreaking havoc. But the villages are attacking. "Most people would leave. Not us." Another dragon is taken down by a rather large male. "We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues." Hiccup had left the house, a large grin on his face as he looks at the chaos around him. "My name's Hiccup." Another Viking is dropped just in front of him. "Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that." He sarcastically says. He gets knocked down and gets a face full of morning breath by a dirty blonde Viking. "Mornin'!" The man greets, a cruel smile on his face while his voice is slurred with an unknown accent.

Hiccup gets back and begins to Odin knows where. As he passes several Vikings, all of them make about the same comment. "Get back inside!" Hiccup is almost set aflame by a large dragon, a man grabbing the collar of his vest before he could get lighted up like a match. "Hiccup! What is he doing out aga... What are you doing out?! Get back inside!" Hiccup is thrown into the blacksmith place. "That's Stoic the Vast, chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby," Stoic grabs a wagon and throws it at a dragon, "he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes  I do."

"What have we got?" Stoic asks a man that was hunched over, dodging the fire. "Gronckles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." He puts up his shield as fire jumps onto him and Stoic from a nearby house. Stoic just brushes off the fire. "Any Night Furies?" The man glances up at Stoic, "None so far." Stoic turns and begins to walk in anther direction. "Good."

Giant torches are put up into the air, lighting the infested night sky up. Hiccup runs to his spot in the blacksmith workshop. He hears Gobber, a large blond man, say, "Nice of ya to join the party! Me and (Name) here had thought ya been carried off!" Hiccup chuckles, finding the man amusing. He glances over to his best, and only, friend in the whole world. (Full Name).

She was almost like the female version of him, at least personalty wise she was. Her shoulder length hair, it used to be longer but she cut it so that it didn't get in the way of her work, was a (h\c) with pale strips of (h\c) in it. [For example, you have blonde hair and there is white blonde pieces in you hair.] She had large, innocent (e\c) eyes that seemed to grow the longer you stared into them, and (s\c) skin that always seemed to glow from the bright fires of the dragons and smelting fire. She was skinny, maybe a tad bit smaller than Hiccup, and didn't look like much when it came to muscles. She was shorter than Hiccup by two inches, allowing Hiccup to often playfully pat her head, but don't let that deceive you. Despite her willowy and petite frame, she could fight and hold her ground against the men Vikings, often winning against them. She was smart, smarter than Hiccup, was twice as stubborn, shy, very kind to other, and had a very good singing voice. Her sense of humor, much like Hiccup's, is dry and extremely sarcastic. Both her and Hiccup had been Gobbler's apprentices ever since they were little. Well, littler.