Shooting Stars: The Next Hiccup

Chapter 1: (Y/N) the Hiccup

"Dragons, they are mystical creatures of old. No one knows where they came from... no one knows where they went. Back in the golden age, dragons and Vikings were like fated enemies. Both sides were ferocious and stubborn, they engaged in wars that lasted for centuries and centuries more.

But one day, someone stood up against the currents of the wars and united the dragons and Vikings. It turned out that dragons and Vikings can live in harmony, they became partners and they both fought for the peace of Berk.

Until they faced a foe so great, he was almost impossible to defeat! Grimmel the Grisly, the dragon hunter.

Yet again a ferocious battle broke out, we were cornered. We had to depart from Berk to escape from his attacks. Our dragons were taken and we were greatly outnumbered. When almost all had seemed lost our chief, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, together with his mighty Nightfury, Toothless, a dragon that was the last of his kind. They defeated the great foe, Grimmel the Grisly.

That battle held a lot of emotion, fear, and anger. Throughout the crusade, Chief Hiccup has seen that the world was far too dangerous for dragons and with a last wish... Sent them to their haven.

The Hidden World-- Now named, "Hidden World of the Caldera"

A place beyond the barbaric archipelago. The ancestral home of the dragons. A place no Viking can ever find and reach with their bare hands and for the last few decades, they had lived there, in hiding. Waiting for the day when it will be safe for dragons to return to the outside world once again--"

"Yaawn!" You shout mocking a yawn as you flapped a hand over your lips.

This allowed a small fit of laughter to erupt in the class as the teacher fumed at your actions.

"(Y/N) Mercaylis Haddock!" He glared at your petite, feeble-looking form that paled against his larger 50- year old body. "Please! Let me finish my introduction." A small booklet in hand and boxes of cards strapped on his belt, the blonde ran a hand through his hair irritated with your antics.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fishlegs! I really am!" You say with a half-hearted, guilty look exaggerating yourself with your hands over your heart. "--But you're reciting this same speech for the umpteenth time since last year!"

"It's a new year, I don't see why I can't say this now," Fishlegs mutters fiddling with his book, laughing sheepishly at the fact. 

"Oh yeah-- as well the previous year, the one before last, the month earlier, and then there was a time that you repeated it twice a week for 5 days." You listed off until you can no longer count on your fingers and toes.

Now red like a fruit, Fishlegs wailed out. "Alright! Alright! I'll just cut it down to the juniors!" 

Humming almost satisfied with your results you got yourself comfortable on your pillow seat in the lecture room. It was a good thing that dragon classes don't occur inside the houses and rather in a tall tower, the class does get a bit rough at times.

This tall tower, the children of New Berk collectively calls; Bird's Eye Peak, along with various other similarly structured towers were quite the predecessor of your father's old younger design. You heard from the drunken men as they told stories of Berk, the home before New Berk.

The room was like the cylindrical watchtowers that sat close to the cliff edge, with stairs leading to similar rooms or floors. The honeycomb-shaped of the tower's circumference made the Pagoda a powerful entity against the strong high winds. Standing tall like a bolder dragon, as the golden age villagers like to compare.

The floor planks were made with New Berk's woods and placed on the floor, matted with dragon designs was a wooly carpet aided with a few dragon scales patterned pillows used for sitting.