You wake up underwater and sinking fast. You call out for help, but bubbles escape from your lips instead of words. Now shocked fully awake by the cold currents, you force your numb legs to kick. The shimmering bubbles point the way to the surface, but something slows you down; a large sack clutched tightly in your hand. You start to wonder what’s inside, but the burning in your lungs reminds you that you’re almost out of air. Summoning all of your strength you swim as hard as you can. Leaving the icy depths behind and propelling yourself higher, higher, higher. But why am I still afraid that something will swim up from my past and try to drag me back down to where it’s cold, dark and deep? Why do I keep having nightmares about fire, dragons and war? And why does a voice in my head keep questioning if I arrived at Berk by luck… or if I was sent here on purpose to learn all of it’s secrets and hurt the very people who saved me?