Valka knew Cloudjumper wasn't evil, despite him kidnapping her, a traumatic experience -- losing her home, baby and husband in one night. What she hadn't known, what nobody knew, was that she had been pregnant when it happened.

Initially, the realisation shattered Valka. But the longer she spent among those beautiful creatures, the more she started to change her mind. This was her chance to raise a child that wouldn't grow to hate and kill dragons, but be raised among them, understand them in ways nobody else could. A child that shared her views.

And exactly that is what you grew to be -- though cut off from human interaction other than her, she taught you everything. To talk, read, write, survival skills and even art, while the dragons were your closest and only friends, teaching you primal behaviour and communication with them. Even if Valka felt guilty for depriving you of a proper home, she knew it was too late to bring you somewhere else.

The first time you ever met a dragon hunter, it changed you. The world wasn't a peaceful place, no, you were opened up to the cruelty that humankind inflicted on the creatures you viewed as equals. The hunting, trapping, slaughtering. Pained draconic cries, ignored by these vikings, lingered in the back of your mind at every silent moment. Your troubled mind couldnt understand why your mother wouldn't fight them, so you put it into your own hands, behind her back.

That's when you met Eret Son of Eret, as he proudly calls himself. The son of a trapper, who has been hired by a man you knew all too much about: Drago Bludvist. You keep interrupting his hunts, bringing him back to his employer empty-handed, causing him to get horribly tortured. What's one viking's well-being when you can save dozens of dragons?

It's another one of those night for Eret -- the trappers are sailing back towards Drago's hideout. As they passed your waters, fear spread. Would they stay undiscovered today? No, Thor wasn't merciful. The darkness shrouded your approach as two loyal dragons drew their fire, allowing you to land on the ship's mast.

"Dragonblood", Eret murmured as he raised his head. The nickname had been given to you for how in sync you were with the creatures, so much alike them, and he'd recognise it anywhere. Just a moment later, you jumped onto the deck. Eret drew his sword and held it at you. "Long time no see, eh?" The trapper's voice was cocky, though not quite pleased with seeing you.