Dragons, Humans, Gladiators, & Freedom

Prologue

It was a calm summer night on the little island known as Berk. This island has been here for seven generation of Viking heritage. Like any Viking, they are tough, brave, and daring. The Vikings here hunt, fish, and farm. But similar to your average day people, they do have their slight problems. Mostly the pests.

Unlike normal villages, they have locus, mosquitoes, even a little mouse can cause trouble. But here in the Norwegian region, there is a very different kind of pest. They are called...Dragons.

But sadly, like mostly places, people will believe that they have reached the worst of their Gods' hate by their continuous sworn enemy. But little did the Berkians know that what they thought could be the worst, has yet to come. That they and the dragons would have a lot more in common then they thought.

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On this quiet night, there were no signs of a dragon attack. With that, the regular night watch duty remained with only a few soldiers watching. The Berkians slept in their houses with a peace of mind.

It was the same with the great Stoick the Vast. Chief of Berk and protector of his people. People thought of him as strong as an ox and daring enough to pop a dragons head clean off its shoulder with his bear hands. Most of the Vikings believe it so. But tonight, he was a father. As he sat in his favorite armchair in his house, while up stairs, his young son of six laid asleep in his bed.

The boy's name was Hiccup. Viking tradition was that they would name their child a hideous name that will frighten off gnomes and trolls. But unfortunately that was not the case for this boy. Born prematurely, he was the runt of the village. Tiny he was when he came to this life, people thought he would not make it through the night.

But Stoick believed. He believed his son would not only survived the night but with be the greatest warrior of all of Berk. Alas, the child became different from his expectations. He was still a runt, thus the Viking tradition to call the boy a Hiccup which means a small runt. The boy had a nack for getting into trouble, never paid attentions, unlike most kids his age, they were picking up axes and shields with ease. Hiccup could not lift a hammer or through a simple bola.

One thing that was different was that the boy was smart. Some says smarter than a normal six year old should be. He spends most of his time drawing and reading books that were near the level of an adult. Hiccup found the stories in books more interesting and would read them to pass the time. It wasn't like he could do anything else. Other children stayed far away from him while adults ignored him. His father's friend Gobber, did come by and looked after him but he was more interested in telling young Hiccup about how he got his injuries. His father couldn't be bother being with Hiccup due to him being Chief and taking care of the village. And his mother.....his mother had been taken and eaten by a dragon when Hiccup was just a babe.

There are times where Stoick would take time to be a father to Hiccup but it was very difficult when that child had nothing in common with him. One time, Stoick took the boy fishing and Hiccup ran off looking for trolls. He blamed Gobber for that. Stoick just hoped that in the future, the boy would be able to be a great and powerful chief like him.

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Stoick sat in his chair whistling a lovely tune while whittling a block of wood into a duck or something for his son to play with. Glancing up so often to make sure Hiccup was okay, the chief smiled to himself as he continued his work.

That peace came to a halt when sound of a loud bang and screams were heard outside. Stoick quickly got to his feet as he rushed to the door. Swinging it open, he was greeted with the site of a people running about. The dark night was brightened by the firey poles that lit up the sky with their orangey glow. When Stoick looked towards the sky to see it filled up by the large swarm of dragons.