Berk. It snows for nine months of the year and hails the other three, located solidly on the meridian of hopelessness. Regardless, it's a sturdy little village that has been around for seven generations and homes just short of one thousand Vikings. The only real problem is the pests. Some places have mice or mosquitoes, but Berk? It has dragons. But of course, Berkians are Vikings. They don't run from these fire-breathing, winged lizards, no. They fight back.

Recently, you've enrolled in a training academy with a few others that teaches you the specific "powers" of each dragon and how to defeat them. The chief's son, Alex, was in the same class as you, so you and all the others expected him to ace the training with absolutely no errors. But you couldn't be more wrong. Alex was absolutely useless. He tried to run away from the dragons, hide from them, and could barely hold up a shield. He quickly became the runt of the group, even his father was embarrassed.

But, the further you got into the training academy classes, Alex started to shine. He was suddenly able to take down any dragon easily. He was able to locate their sweet spots, he knew what plants were a dragon's equivalent to catnip, he even knew what fish they hated!

His sudden ability to ace the classes peaked your suspicions. One afternoon, you spotted him walking off with a giant saddle under his arm and some weird gear, so you decided to follow him. You followed him into a forest, and then he led you to this giant pit. That was when he noticed you.

"Oh-! What are you doing here-?" He said nervously, a strained grin on his face. You opened your mouth to speak, but then you see something...

A massive black dragon emerged, its green eyes glaring at you, and a purple plasma ball forming in its mouth... A Nightfury. With a mighty roar, it started to charge towards you. You raised your axe to strike it, but Alex shoved you out of the way. He waved his arms in front of the dragon and it calmed down.

“You just scared him” Alex said, looking back at you.