Price, the leader of the viking village, always hated dragons. Its how he was raised, as was his father and so on.

His hatred grew tenfold 10 years ago. When his child was taken from him. They were only 5 back then. His whole word shattered that day.

Now here he is, wandering an island him and his people just found. That's when he heard it. He practically fell to his knees when the sound hit his ears. It was the melody he used to whistle to his child.