The Corona Chronicles

This is Berk

First official chapter :D

Once again, I do NOT own HTTYD

'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...' I thought as I surveyed the area from my house's garden, readying my bow, arrows and shield.

So far...nothing...

'My village? In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations yet every single building is new.'

Deciding to patrol a wider area, I put a mesh net over my vegetables for protection and ventured out of my home area which is located on a slightly elevated part of the village.

'We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests...'

I saw a pair of sheep grazing in a field nearby without a care in the world. Suddenly...something huge swooped down and carried one poor sheep off. The other one merely moved to the spot it's buddy had been standing and continued munching.

It's starting...I began to run to the village plaza.

'Most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have...'

A loud roar split the air and I momentarily ducked as a scaly, red beast with wings flew above me, its body cloaked with flames that set a bunch of houses on fire. "Dragons." I muttered, tightening the grip on my bow and joined the action.

Most people would leave but not us. We're Vikings. We have...stubbornness issues. In other words, it's fight to live and live to fight for us every day. Dragons have been a constant nuisance to us here on Berk. They've been stealing livestock from us almost every night when they raid so almost every night the village is a war zone from sunset to sunrise. I shouted a few greetings to some older Vikings including my mother. My mom, Ingrid Fiersome, was waving a sword in a Gronckle's face egging it on. They're there huge Boulder Class dragons that look like giant boulders when they're asleep, usually after they've eaten a big meal. It's almost impossible to tell a Gronckle's head from it's tail when asleep but I figured out a simple way. The big end's usually the head while the smaller end is the tail.

"Be careful, love!" my mom shouted before rolling to one side to avoid the Gronckle's lava blast. She turned and decapitating a Deadly Nadder, a Sharp Class dragon with pretty scales and poisonous spikes on its tail that can launch themselves at will- definitely a deadly dragon with a hot as the sun magnesium fire. My dad died during a dragon raid.

Oh yeah! My name's Sigrid, Sigrid Corona, by the way.

I may be a girl but don't judge me by my long blonde hair, blue eyes and small stature! I'm as tough and strong as any warrior and  have taken down my fair share of dragons in my fourteen years of existence namely: four Terrible Terrors, two Deadly Nadders and one Gronckle.

Yeah only seven so far but seven's a lucky number.

"'Kay, mom! See 'ya on the battlefield!" I grinned as I continued running towards the plaza.

A Nadder tried to ambush me but I quickly got in its blind spot right under its nose and jabbed it in the chest with my arrow. It doubled over in pain, giving me enough time to deliver a hard blow to its head putting it out of its misery. You might've noticed that I only use bow and arrows  to fight dragons. While everyone else in the village use sword, spears, bludgeons, bolas and other sharp or heavy weapons, I prefer to fight light. My arrows are long and sharp. My bow is smooth, polished to perfection, and carved from super hard wood.