This is Berk.
I know it looks bleak but the weather here ranges from truly terrible to absolutely miserable.
The fish are about the only thing that smell worse than the people. And we have a growing number of an infection that we wish was the Black...
(song above dedicated to the undiscovered growing threat of this story's main antagonist(s)...)
Hey guys sorry it's been so long since I updated any of my stories. My baking, social media role plays, and family stuff have reluctantly taken up all my time! I promise I'll get back into it though. For anyone who stuck around and is still reading this, thank you so much! I really appreciate it, I really love this story and it means a lot to me! Thanks for being patient!
(track: "Growing up in Londinium" by Daniel Pemberton)
"You've trained your whole life in the ways of brute force. Now I will teach you how to fight in the ways of the shade," Valka said to the four companions—Snotlout, the twins, and Fishlegs—as she circled around them.
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"Psh I already know how to—Ah!" Tuffnut was cut off when she used her staff to hook around his ankle and knock him over.
"Vigilance is key. Always expect everything at all times," she sassed him back as he got up, pouting.
She walked over to where Astrid was standing, all of them locked inside the arena that they now used for sparing instead of dragon killing. "Today, you will fight Astrid and I," she added as she stopped and turned around at Astrid's side to face them. Astrid was in her stealth gear for this and she was beginning to like it. There was something satisfying about throwing blades and slitting throats without being seen. She was starting to enjoy the speed as well.
The four of them sort of snickered to each other because of how much they outnumbered the two.
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"Each of us has three lives. If someone is able to deliver a fatal blow, you lose one life. Last team standing wins. Astrid?" She looked over at her daughter-in-law.
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