A Dragons Tale; The Dragon Queen

The Real Story of The King of Dragons

The crackling of the fire echoed around the six young Vikings as they watched they teacher tell tales of old. The most intrigued was the young son of the chief, Hiccup Haddock the III. While most of the other children whispered and laughed amongst themselves, he was listening to the story of how Gobber had lost his leg. Laughing to himself at the thought of the crazy old Viking hopping around and yelling at the dragons like it would have any effect on them, he started to look around. The flames danced making it look like it was alive and the glowing embers seemed to light and darken with the movement of the flames, twisting and curling in strange shapes projecting long shadows on the faces around him. The salty breeze from the sea made the small group shiver.

"It's getting late, one more story and we'll head back to the village" Gobber spoke looking out to the sea like he knew something the children didn't. Shouts of story's names and requests were called out but the old blacksmith just shook his head. It seemed he had already chosen his last story.

"Now, this is the story of how the dragons where created and the origins of the half-blood family."

"Oh come on," Snotlout called out "everyone knows this story, and it's so boring! A guy stole a yack and the gods cursed him. The end. " He went to say something else but was interrupted by a hard elbow to the ribs. This made everyone else laugh quietly. It was true that every Viking knew the tail of the dragons and the half-blood family but it seemed to the future chief that everyone had a different way of telling it. Some say a man got cursed by the gods for stealing a yack, others say that a bite from a wild boar had changed a man into a dragon. He had always wondered how the real story went.

"Thank-you Astred. Now I know you have all heard different stories, but this is the original so listen up. This might just save your life one day," All of the young Vikings were now sitting up straight and facing Gobber, even Snotlout.

"Before the archipelago was formed, the land was one big island with one big tribe of Vikings. The chief of that tribe had three sons all eager to become chief as he was soon to be stepping down from his role. He loved all his children and couldn't bare to choose between them, so he set up a challenge. Whomever could prove himself the most worthy would become chief. Simple as that. He told them to set off on a quest and bring back a prize and whoever the tribe thought had the best treasure would receive the crown, and so the three brother set of to look for their treasures. The oldest set of to find a sunken boat containing enough gold and jewels to keep the people happy for years. The next son set of to find a new part of the island to enlarge the village and keep the farmers lands green for grazing. The third brother wanted to outshine his two brothers and set out to find anything and everything he could come across. He had wondered through the wood for almost a week before he came across an old man living in a small hut. This old man was Loki in disguise who had heard about the challenge and wanted to have some fun with the mortals. He told the youngest brother about the crown of the gods, a crown that held the blood stone and could let the wearer control the wildest of beast. The crown was made of unbreakable metals and the blood stone held a drop of blood from every god that ever lived. The brother didn't believe him at first, it was too good to be true, but as the old man kept talking he started to believe. He declared that he would bring back the crown for his people and ran off before Loki could warn him about the curse that had been set upon it. Now, Loki might be the god of mischief but he was not stupid, and he knew that this would not end well. He quickly went back to his father to warn him of the danger that awaited them. Together they went to where the crown was hidden but it was too late, they arrive to the painful screams of the third brother. Racing inside they watched as the man shook and bent sprouting two enormous wings from his back. His hands turned into claws and his teeth become fangs and before they knew it they were looking at a huge fire breathing beast that they soon learnt was called a dragon. They feared that this beast would destroy the world so the filled in the entrance of the cave with him sealed inside. In anger the brother cried out and struck the walls of the cave trying to escape. What he didn't realise was that although he wasn't doing anything to the inside of the cave, he was creating massive earthquakes on the outside. His strength broke the land into islands and his tears filled the oceans. He carved pictures of his new form into the walls of the cave and blew fire on them creating more dragons like him. He created so many dragons that three hundred years later, they managed to break the seal that kept them in the prison. Suddenly dragons were everywhere taking their revenge on Vikings." As Gobber finished the story, no one dared to speak. But something was on Hiccups mind.

"If the brother become a dragon why do we call him a shape-shifter? Would he have not just changed back inside the cave?" All eyes were on Gobber again but he just looked at the sky. It seemed like he was thinking hard about something.

"It's late tonight, we will continue this story tomorrow," was all he said before he lit his touch and made his way back the village. Hiccup let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looked to the other Viking that looked just as disappointed as he was. It seemed that even the twins were interested to finish the story. They made their way back to their houses and said goodnight, all wondering how the story would finish.