John’s village had a long history of killing the blood thirsty monsters called “dragons”. John, wasn’t one of the Vikings of Berk, he was currently sneaking through the forest with a basket of freshly fished Salmon he managed to snatch at the docks, he made his way through the rocky terrain that was the entrance to the large pit that held the dragon he found, the pit was large enough that it had a large pond with a waterfall streaming down into the pond, old tree sticking out from the rocky wall of the pit and a few rocks to bask in the sun. John heard a growl behind him, he turned around to see the dragon was perched on one of the rocks, staring at him with a tilted head, its eyes went from the basket of salmon to John before its eyes narrowed and the dragon crawled off the rock and towards John “hey bud… I got yer a snack..” John said with a nervous smile and placed the basket down and the ground, letting it tumble over as the fish spilled out of it