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A/N POv

a dark ocean moves under you, and you feel the smell of humans wafting into your nose. or human. And... something else. You huff and take into the clouds disappearing from the ocean view. Meanwhile, Hiccup, the chief's son, flies on toothless, his night-fury friend. They have been friends for roughly twenty years or around that. And they are irresribale. Well, enough about them. Let's see what hiccup wants to tell you, 

"This... is Berk. The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises." So don't worry, you will come in soon, I promise, but let me tell you how the island looks. An island village of Berk is festively adorned with flags and banners. Significant new additions alter its familiar skyline. Now you see the Berkians have a particular race they have once a year or so and fight over.... sheep. I know, totally unexpected, but if you know your Vikings, it's sheep. please don't ask me why but let's get back to Hiccup. "Life here is amazing, just not for the faint of heart. See, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, we Berkians prefer a little something we like to call--" the gust of wind woosh past and a wash of vibrant colors blur by. Dragons barrel past at a dizzying speed. Their riders swipe, kick and roll into one another while weaving neck in the neck between the houses, docks, and revamped structures of Berk.

"dragon racing!" so here you have it, Berk. A village is full of Vikings and dragons together in peace. But now, let's focus on a more remote island left unguarded by anything other than animals and perhaps... wild dragons...

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prologue done :)

- saph