I sail in a boat. Or at least I think it's a boat. Feels wooden. I feel the air ruffle my already curly and shaggy hair. The saltiness of the sea was stinging my right hand. I should have worn a sleeve for that. I can hear the cawing of the seagulls. I feel the suns warmth. It's a moment of peace. But I know that the peace will soon be disturbed. The warmth of the sun will turn into a blazing sword. The gentle caws of the seagulls will turn into the screams of people and orgs.

My boat stopped. I feel around. Rocks. Rocks that felt evil and cold. Rocks that had the foul stench of blood. Alador. A great battle was fought on the cliff. Orgs and other foes fought our fathers and spilled their blood on these rocks. This cliff is cursed. I can't imagine my anyone would live here. But they probably didn't know what this cliff symbols. It symbols pain. It symbols war. But it also symbols strength. Our fathers fought until their last breath, they never retreated

I nailed my sword to the wall. I took my other hand and hoisted myself up. Berkians didn't come here on foot, they flew with dragons. It seemed like an impossible fairytale. Dragons fighting with humans. The Dragon I have known burns everything in his sight. The Dragon I have witnessed kills hundreds of thousands and people. He has an army of orgs and demons who slaughter hundreds. 

If he awakens, the world is doomed. Once he destroys all of Berk, he will bring the fire to the other parts of the world.