We cut down to an old Viking village with pillars lighting up the sea for upcoming ships to be on alert. The entire village was asleep, but that was all about to change as the lights were beginning to dim throughout the village.

"This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery." A young male voice starts to narrate as we look over the village. "My village, in a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new."

"We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests." The male voice continued as we look down on a farm and see a herd of sheep.

A sheep bleated loudly as it was ripped from the ground. The sheep next to it seemed unfazed by this and took its place and chomped on the grass as if nothing had happened.

"You see, most places only get mice or mosquitoes, we have..."

Hiccup was awoken by noise outside his home and went to check it out. He is rather scrawny for his age, compared to the other Vikings, and isn't very tall. He has little physical strength, he has bell-shaped auburn hair parting to his right with freckles on his cheeks and dull, green eyes. One of his more unique traits is a small, white scar just below his bottom lip on the right side of his chin, which he received as a baby. He was wearing a long-sleeve, light-green woolen tunic with brown leather lacing at the neck and arms, a dark brown fur vest that matches his boots, and dark greyish-green pants with lacing at the ankle.

Hiccup down the stairs of his home and made it to the front door where he opened it. But the second he did, Hiccup noticed a few of the neighbors running away from a Monstrous Nightmare chasing after them and the sheep they were carrying. He jumped before slamming his door shut as a firewall was launched at it.

"Dragons..." Hiccup said and knew it was another raid night.

Berk had become a war zone with many dragons overrunning it by setting fire to the houses. All the people were running to rescue the sheep from the dragons. One of them to the point of leaping after a Deadly Nadder and holding onto the sheep in its claws. Another punching a Gronckle while being stuck in between its teeth.

"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. Parents believe a hideous name will ward off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing out?"

"Get back inside!"

Hiccup ignored all these commands and continued running through the village. He moved left and right, trying to dodge fireballs and other Vikings. As he made his way through, he missed the Nadder coming down to shoot a line of flames and was saved at the last second.

"HICCUP!" Suddenly a hand grabs him by his collar and hoists him up off the ground before getting roasted by the Nadder.

The man who saved him was a big man, with green eyes and red hair. Towering over most Vikings, his presence alone demonstrated the might of the Berkian chief. Like almost all Viking men, he had a very large and muscular figure that intimidated those who crossed his path. He had barely visible freckles, and his red hair was braided at the back.

The trend of braiding carried on his beard which was intricate in its many strands. His usual attire consisted of a large fur cloak draped over his shoulder, a dark green cloth from shoulder to knee, metal shoulder pads, a chainmail tunic with striped pants and fur boots, and a large horned helmet that is supposedly crafted from half of Valka's breastplate. He also wore rounded-spiked braces over his wrists.

"What is he doin' out again? What are you doing out? Get to your hiding place!" He demanded as he pushed Hiccup back.

"That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?"

Stoick then picked up a broken catapult and put it to use by smacking a Nadder carrying a sheep down.

"Yes."

"What have we got?" Stoick asked the people.

A nearby Viking responded with. "Gronckle's, Nader's, Zippleback's. Oh, and Horak saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

An explosion went off nearby, causing fire and ashes to fly everywhere. A small piece landed on Stoick, but he just wiped it off before it could burn his clothes.

"Any Night Furys?" Stoick asked as if nothing happened.

"None so far." He replied.

"Good," Stoick was relieved to hear.

He then lit the torches and raised them to get an aerial view of the dragons flying around. The entire village was trying to fight back against the dragons and survive the encounter.

"Killing a dragon is everything around here."

Outside, a Nadder was ripping a farm apart and taking sheep with them as they flew off.

"A Nadder head is sure to at least get menoticed."

A Gronckle picked at a row of meat and flew off with it in its mouth and another carries a mouthful of fish.

"Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend."

A Zippleback was a dragon with two heads, one releasing gas inside a house and the other using a spark to burn the house down.

"A Zippleback? Exotic; two heads, twice the status."

"They found the sheep!" A Viking cried.

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Stoick demanded him as they aimed the bigger catapults and took the dragons down.

"And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire."

Stoick looked down at the dock of the catapult as it was engulfed in flames by a Nightmare.

"Reload!" Stoick told them. "I'll take care of this." He then started to fight the Nightmare with a weapon in his hand.

"But the ultimate prize is the dragons that no one has ever seen," Hiccup said as the whole village heard the ear-piercing screech fill the air. "We call it the..."

"Night Fury!"

"Get down!"

BOOM!

The sound of the catapult exploding filled the air. The blast caused Stoick to abandon the catapult and jump off the ledge.

"This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..." Hiccup said when another shot came in and blasted another catapult farther away. The speed of this one dragon amazes just about everyone. "Never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. No one's ever even seen a Night Fury. Nobody's ever even seen the dragon coming or going."

Speaking of the said dragon, the Night Fury, took down several catapults and destroyed several other places where they keep their food. After that, the dragon started to get weak, it flew for as long as it could and as far as it could. It took a while, but the Night Fury crashed into the woods in the middle of a clearing.

Nobody had ever seen the dragon up close, but now that it was away from the lights of the village. The only thing lighting up the area was the moon which was showing a clear sight of the Night Fury.

The Night Fury somewhat resembles an axolotl or a gecko in general appearance and has one pair of wings with a shape similar to a bat; two pairs of tail-fins, one at the base of the tail and the other at the tip, used for control in flight; four mobile, ear-like appendages on the back of its head that show its mood and help it hear; as well as other small tendril-like appendages around their jaw depending on their age. Night Furies have a pair of large, yellowish-green, cat-like eyes and sharp retractable teeth. Unlike most dragon species, the Night Fury lacks any kind of horns, only having flaps and aerodynamic fin-like appendages. The tip of the snout is also prominent, resembling the rhinarium of a mammal.

The Night Fury's aerodynamic jet-like wings and sleek body allow it to fly at supersonic speeds, faster than any other dragon. It uses the fins on its tail to help steer and maneuver, similar to an airplane rudder. However, a Night Fury will be incapable of flying if one of these fins is missing or destroyed, which shows that they are also used for ballast in flight. It is capable of taking flight from a standing start like a pigeon.

"And the reason why it never misses? Why it never steals food? Why it never shows itself? How it always knows where to hit? How does it know where they keep their food?"

That's when the bones of the dragon start to shapeshift and reveal that it is actually a boy who has transformed into a dragon. This was Hiccup Haddock, son of Stoick the Vast.

Hiccup started to look around and notice where he was. This is always how it goes. He runs away, hides somewhere they will never think to look...then he would eventually blacks out.

He then would have no memory of what happened, and his clothes would be ripped to shreds. It has become natural to him that he keeps a pair of spare clothes in the cove. This used to happen once every winter, evolving over the years into every other month. As time continued, it kept becoming more and more frequent.

Up to the point that it happens every time there is a raid on the village. To Hiccup, it's started becoming like a dream he wakes up from. It started with it being nothing but blackouts and has begun to evolve into becoming dreams to the point they're distinctive from memories.

"Because it's me...my name is Hiccup Haddock, son of Stoick the Vast, and I'm a hybrid...only I never realized it yet."

Hiccup then stumbled over to his clothes and threw them on. He needed to make his way back before they think he was attacked. He groaned as he felt his body was in pain.