Chapter 1

The Chieftains Council

Berk has been devastated, unsalvageable. The lands have been scotched and nothing can be retrieved. It is believed that a large unknown dragon has attacked Berk unprovoked. The defenses were destroyed and there are no signs of life. Strangely we have found the bodies of the inhabitants haven been given a proper burial before our arrival. It was believed to be done by a passerby.

On this sad day we offer a prayer to the people of Berk, for they died the Viking way. They died defending Berk and their people, against an unknown dragon of mythic proportions. The defenses of Berk were destroyed as if they were nothing. The distressing object of debate is that this may have been a territory war between two dragons. The destruction of Berk was merely the effect of it.

We have no information on this species other then what little remains of the skeleton. It has been determined that the dragon is and estimated 100 feet tall. The species seemed to have a large scale head and tail specializing in crushing objects, explaining the defenses. As for the debatable other dragon there is no information. We ask that all villagers and tribe cooperate to identify these new species for the good of their respective tribes.

Stay safe and stay alert.

In Regards

The Chieftains Council

Hiccup pov

I've read this report over and over again for years. This report was a waste of time, the tribes work together for a few months then they just went back to their old ways as if nothing ever happened. That was what angered me the most; them continuing on as if the world wasn't changed that day. That nothing happened! Ha…..I can't blame them though; none of what happened was their fault.

It's been five years since Berk, five years since I've slept in a bed, eaten one of dad's meals, or even been insulted by the others. Personally, I kind of missed the last one. All those mean taunts at least made me feel noticed. Well, when they didn't overlook me for being…. me. It made things all the more painful when people started liking me during dragon training. Those were some of the best days of my life, having Toothless with me and the villagers not hating me.

I'm a twenty year old now, with no home or bed to call my own. All I have is my stuff and Toothless. Well that's technically not true. I also have Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf/Belch traveling with me. Oh, I also have the Terrible Terror Sprout with me too. They were the dragons from the kill ring I was able to save afterwards; luckily none of the locks were damaged.

We've travelled for a long time. I didn't have any specific goal in mind, until I heard tales from the southern lands. Dragons were now attacking their homelands. Once I heard that a packed our bags and headed that way. Dragons naturally have a diet of fish mostly. Sure they'll eat chicken or other things but attacking human villages and homelands. It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't need to. Once I lost my home and my people, I promised myself that would never happen to anyone ever again. I may be traveling to a foreign land but there is no other option. Those people need help.

And so we travel to DunBroch