The Cursed Rider

prologue

Three months ago

"Gobber, tell us one of those exciting stories of yours" I tell the Viking to entertain this evening with my friends and my girlfriend around a campfire. 

"Yes, we haven't heard one for a long time," Astrid prompts as well.

"Okay, alright, I'll tell you the story of the Cursed Rider"

"Beautiful name" Brutilda says sarcastically. 

"Are you afraid?" Brutacio mocks him. 

"Of course not," his sister responds immediately so as not to look bad. 

"Yeah, shut up and let me continue ... A few years ago, when you were just children, in Berk there was a rumor that on a desert island, where only a strange family lived, Odin had granted a little one the enormous power of controlling the dragons, understanding them and being one of them, that is, he could feel what happened to any dragon, of any species and size, know if it was sick, if it was hungry and decipher all its emotions. Everything, just by looking at it. They said that he was able to create an army and dominate the islands that he wanted no matter how strong they are. For a time they all behaved paranoid and literally slept with an axe under the bed, now that I think about it it was quite comical as they ran from house to house without exposing themselves for long on the roads for fear that The Cursed Rider would come to  through the dark and it would hurt them.  But its power was very strong. The Rider couldn't control it. They say that one day, he lost track of his actions and murdered his entire family. That is why they call him cursed, the poor man does not control himself."

  "Does it really exist?" Snotlout asked after a while,

"As far as I understand, Hiccup was the first idiot to deal with dragons." I look at him raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes, I don't know if he was still alive, at that time it was like a night fury, it was known to exist but no one had ever seen it"

"And how did you know it existed? Have you ever done anything to signal him?" I ask curiously. 

-Well, a nearby island confirmed seeing it, but only once.  They said that one morning a noise was heard in the Chief's house and he ran out of there, got on his dragon and was never seen again- -But the story may be a farce ...- Fishlegs concludes.

This is the prologue I hope I did a good job translating it before i continue translation for the next chapter I will check with the AnnikaHaddock and make sure this is acceptable and dont worry my other story without you is still being written on just a bit hard to find the time recently but it is not on hold and I am continuing writting here and there when I get the chance