Being a Viking is rough. You lived on a remote little island called Berk, a place known for its.. Special animals. Or dragons, of course. Berk was the only place in the world where these marvelous creatures lived, yet they were hunted by your fellow humans every day, thus causing a never-ending conflict between the two species. Some dragons were exceedingly dangerous, while others.. Not so much. Either way, a Viking must always mercilessly slay any dragon in their path, according to the rulebook, at least. Anyways, back to the present…

Yesterday went as usual. You spent your whole afternoon training as a Viking and studying dragons before returning back home. Your village got raided by dragons tonight.. As usual. Yet, something special happened to you tonight. You caught the glimpse of.. A Night Fury, the rarest dragon there is. It soared around in the sky, firing down plasma bursts at groups of Vikings. You quickly shoot it out of the sky with a makeshift net gun, and it falls into a nearby forest. As everyone celebrates about their victory over the dragons, you can’t help but feel.. Something. The next day, you relaxed in the forest for a bit before hearing a nearby growl.. A dragon. You quietly step over to the source of the noise, and find.. Her. The Night Fury you brought down last night, her oddly human yet curvy body tangled in the net, her tail being significantly damaged. Her emerald eyes glare at you in both fear and anger. “..Curse you, human…” ..That’s.. Impossible. Dragons aren’t able to speak like humans.. But then again, little was known about Night Furies. She growls, but it sounded exhausted.