Project Save Yourself
Here’s just a brief idea of a possible first chapter I was thinking of. I wrote it in first person because its my favorite POV but I’m up for changes, anyone feel free to reblog this and add, take, or change it. I figured it was about time to get an idea of the first chapter out there. Here goes! ______________________________________________________________
Waves pounded against the coast, I could hear them even from here. But Berk was a small island, it was mainly filled with bogs and caves, but it was home. The Hooligan tribe and lived here on this wet hump of rock since Great Hairybottom the First lost his shoe in the bog. At least that was the story, The Barbaric Archepeligo was a tough place, filled with even tougher people. The people I was running from right now, My father and his tribe. It’s not like I did something wrong, or broke a rule or anything, it was more that I didn’t like the other’s in the village. I never have, my friend Fishlegs and I have always been sort of outcast. Fishlegs was an orphan, we don’t know what tribe he came from or who his parents may be, the only thing he knows is that he drifted ashore one day in a lobster pot. He’s been taken care of by the Hooligans ever since, he lives in a small hut down by the sea.
Fishlegs and I do everything together, except dragon-watching. Dragon-watching is geeky, weak, and against the law. Nobody does it, that is except me. Dragon-watching and speaking Dragonese is strictly forbidden my the order of Chief Stoick the Vast, Oh Hear His Name And Tremble Ugh Ugh. My father believes that dragons are animals, they are mindless pets meant to do our bidding. But I believe differently.
I heard a shriek over head, I glanced up to find several dragons circling above me. By brain quickly rain through their species, a Nadder and a Short Wing Squirrel Serpent where the two closest. Then farther up I could see a Common or Garden circling over head and a Monstrous Nightmare. The Nightmare seemed to be chasing the Common or Garden around in circles. It was quite typical behavior for a Nightmare, they were animals of prey. One of the best hunting dragons out there The hunting dragon that only a son of a Chief could own. A hunting dragon I knew Snotlout would beat me to if he ever had the chance. Snotlout was my cousin, he was second in line to my throne and was a whole lot better than me at being a Viking. He was better at axe-throwing, swordfighting, Bashyball, Smashsticks, and everything else. And he also hated my guts. He was one of the reasons I was running from the village.
I’ve always used dragon watching as a way to get away from the village. I’ve always wished it wasn’t so outlawed. I gazed up at Dragon Mountain, the best dragon watching spot on the island. It’s top was swarming with dragons of every shape and size. I could hear their cries and see their scales glint in the cool winter sun. I squinted trying to see against the pure white glint of the snow. I smiled, dragon watching was the one place on earth where I felt at home. I felt like I belonged.
I watched a Marsh Tiger cartwheel above the mountain, several Basic Browns were sitting atop the mountain. Then I saw a small flash of orange among the heather. I turned to find a small orange Horror flapping in front of my face. I grinned, “Hey Flash.” Her name was due to her extraordinary speed, Horrors are extremely fast dragons, however Flash was above even the average speed for a Horror.
“Hello.” she responded, flashing me a grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be in lessons with the giant oaf? Oh what was his name again, Gobber?”
“Snotlout got annoying again.” I replied. Flash knew I didn’t like to talk about my encounters with Snotlout. She’d even seen one first hand when I was eight and had officially decided that Snotlout was a very massive pinheaded pig after she’d seen him throw me into a mud hole.
“I see. I still don’t understand why you don’t bit him?”
“Because,” I explained patiently, “it’s rude and a very bad idea considering he’s bigger than me.”
“He’s rude to you. And who cares about size! I big Claws on the bottom yesterday and I’m still alive!” She said gesturing to a large Monstrous Nightmare who did indeed have a large wound on his bottom.
“You know he’s going to get revenge for that.” I said, though I smiled at her indignance
“Who cares! I’ll just bite-” Flash cut herself off mid sentence with a shriek.
“Flash! Wha-”
A firm hand closed around my throat. “Yer be comin’ with us boy.”
