The moon glowed in the deep black sky, surrounded by the brightest sprinkling of stars. Ripples passed over the beautiful scene as they were reflected on the water of a small lake, the water the only source of fresh water on the island.
It was essentially a black pile of rocks in the middle of the ocean, the salty ocean breeze sweeping over the stone and turning it into sharp, windswept hunks of black rock.
In the middle, nestled up against the tallest mountain, was a small village. The buildings resembled the Norse buildings of old, decorated in dragon heads and made of stone.
Inside the large Hall carved into the side of the mountain, a burly, well-muscled figure turned as a smaller man hurried in, his feet flapping against the grimy flagstones.
"Yes, what is it Runolf?" the figure said in a scratchy, gruff voice.
"Hiccup..." Runolf gasped, bending down to put his hands on his knees as he gasped for breath. "Hiccup... and the Night Fury... They've disappeared. Our 'special source' tells us they won't be back anytime soon."
The figure grinned. "Well, that's music to my ears."
He stepped out of the shadows, revealing a scarred face with a knotted brown beard and a squat Viking helmet on top.
"Organise the patrols," Alvin grinned nastily, the firelight dancing in his eyes. "We're heading to Berk."
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TAW Tales: How to Train Your Shifters (#1)
FanfictionThe heroes from TAW are back, and this time they're taking on adventure a long way from home. Winter, the fan-girling one; Moon, the easy-going one; Everest, the crazy one; Zero, the mysterious one; Luna, the protective one; Willow, the innocent on...
