A Short “How to Train Your Dragon: Riders of Berk” Fan-Fiction
On the other side of the island of Berk lived a witch. Not many knew of her, for she kept to herself and didn’t like for others to come near. Outside her small, rickety shack was a withering apple tree that bore strawberries in the spring and tiny pumpkins in the fall. This was, of course, by the witch’s magical influence. All the animals learned over the hundreds of years which she has been alive to stay away from her, as whenever she managed to catch one, she would be sure to use the unlucky creature in her spells—and occasionally her broiling pot for a delicious stew.
The rotten old Mildew had heard of the witch in stories, but had always doubted her existence…Until the day he went on a long search for his beloved sheep, Fungus, who had somehow gotten lost in the mountains…
“Fungus!” Mildew called in his raspy voice. He squinted his aging eyes, attempting to see more clearly into the distance. He could not hear the moldy sheep call back. Mildew frowned worriedly, then continued to walk, using his gnarled walking stick to help his aching limbs along the way.
Mildew walked for two days and nights, looking high and low for his best friend. When he could not find him, he sat down on a log and sighed sadly, having given up.
“My poor Fungus,” Mildew exhaled, shaking his head.
Just then, his stomach growled, crying for his attention. The scrawny old man placed a hand over his belly to silence it.
“If only I had a little food,” he moaned, “I could continue onwards and look for Fungus…”
“Come to my shack,” said a sudden voice.
Mildew jumped, startled, and whipped around to catch quite a sight. A beautiful young woman was looking back at him with her kind gray eyes surrounded by thick black lashes; her hair was a waterfall of black locks that shone brilliantly in the light; her skin was so pale that it nearly matched the color of ivory. About her shoulders was a worn black shawl, the end of the fabric splattered with mud, and held in the crook of her arm was a basket filled with herbs and other wild vegetation.
“I am making a soup, if you’d like to have some,” she offered in her melodious voice. “There is always plenty, for I have none with which to share it.”
Mildew could only gape at her.
“I would have had more than this,” she continued, averting her crystal eyes to the contents of the basket, “if that silly sheep had not come and stolen a bit. But what to do? He was a sheep, after all.”
“A sheep?” Mildew repeated. “What kind of sheep?”
“Well, he was actually quite filthy,” she replied thoughtfully, placing a finger on her lower lip.
“That’s my Fungus!” Mildew cried excitedly, jumping up from his resting place on the log and doing a little skip of joy. He had forgotten all about his hunger and tiredness. “Tell me, where was he?”
“Why, he was following me just a moment ago.”
“Fungus, my boy!” Mildew whooped upon seeing him trot out from the trees. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his flimsy arms around the sheep that bleated and gave Mildew a sideways glance.
“Well, now,” smiled the woman. “Why don’t the both of you come and have some of my soup? It will be ready soon.”
“Well, young lady,” grinned Mildew with his rotten teeth, “we just may have to take you up on that offer. Come along, Fungus.”
They began to follow the beautiful woman.
“What is your name, by the way?” Mildew asked after a moment of consideration.
“My name is Infinity,” she replied.
“Well, now, that’s a funny name,” Mildew commented. “Can’t keep the gnomes and trolls away with that, now can you?”
“I don’t need a filthy name to keep away the trolls,” Infinity smirked. “I have plenty of spells at hand, Mildew.”
Mildew stopped in his tracks and eyed her suspiciously. “Spells, you say?”
“I am a witch.”
The old man burst out laughing as Fungus bleated once more. “A witch!” he howled. “There’s no such thing as magic!”
“I assure you,” said Infinity as she stopped ahead of him, “there is.”
“Prove it,” Mildew chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.
Infinity turned and looked at him. “I can see into your heart’s desires. You want to rid the island of the dragons, yes?”
Mildew sobered up and folded his arms over his chest stubbornly. “Of course I do. Those blasted dragons are nothing but trouble.”
“If I can take away the dragons with a spell, will you believe in my magic?” she demanded.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “I suppose.”
She smiled. “Then it shall be done. The five dragons you hate the most will be gone by tomorrow.”
Mildew chuckled wryly. “It’s a start…Now, what about the soup, lass?”
The birds chirped outside; the morning sunlight filtered in through the window; the fresh air carried the scent of the nearby sea; the dying embers of the fire glowed red with the last sparks of life; the ear-piercing shriek awoke the rest of the village.
Hiccup jolted upright in his warm bed and threw off his heavy fur blanket. “Come on, Toothless!” he said quickly as he rushed to the door.
Outside, many other people were gathering as well, searching for the source of the scream.
“Toothless,” Hiccup said, frowning, “let’s go!” He turned to mount his dragon, only to find that his loyal buddy was not beside him. “Toothless?” he called, looking around.
When he did not see him, Hiccup turned and rushed back into the house.
“Toothless,” Hiccup shouted, entering his bedroom.
A figure fell with a thump onto the floor from Toothless’s sleeping perch on the rafter.
“Toothless, are you o—“ Hiccup started. He abruptly halted when he saw that the figure was not Toothless.
The boy was about his age, if not a little older, and he picked himself up from the floor slowly to stand on wobbly legs. His white shirt was too large, and his brown pants were too short; he wore no shoes. Hiccup stared at the boy as he fell backwards onto his bottom. The boy held up his hands and scrutinized them with his bright green eyes that were partly hidden by his shaggy black hair.
“Where is Toothless?” Hiccup asked slowly and apprehensively.
The boy glanced up at Hiccup and cocked his head.
“Where is my dragon!” he shouted, moving forward and gripping the collar of the taller boy’s shirt.
The youth merely blinked at Hiccup, seemingly surprised.
“Hiccup!” cried Astrid from his window just a moment before she appeared. He looked up at her, fists still clenched tightly around the boy’s shirt. “Something very weird has happened.”
“I know,” Hiccup replied. “Toothless is missing…Is Stormfly gone, too?”
“No,” Astrid frowned at him seriously. “She’s right here.”
Astrid moved aside, and reached over to pull another young girl into view. The girl cocked her head curiously at Hiccup, her golden eyes gleaming intelligently. Her nose was quite large, but it did not mar her beautiful appearance; her hair seemed to be both black and blue, depending on the light that shined upon it.
Hiccup gaped, then looked back at the boy before him. Finally, he saw the similarities that this human shared with Toothless. He immediately released the shirt.
“So you’re the one who screamed?” Hiccup asked Astrid, who wrinkled her nose.
“Of course not,” she scoffed. “That was Snotlout. Apparently, our dragons still retain their abilities…Watch. Stormfly, fire.”
The girl instantly opened her mouth and took a breath, then exhaled the hottest flames of the dragon world.
“H—How could this happen?” he asked incredulously. “Our dragons are—are—“
“Human,” finished Stoick behind him. Hiccup turned as his father entered the room with a serious expression. “It seems that only Toothless, Stormfly, Meatlug, Hookfang, Barf and Belch are the only dragons on the island that have been affected by…whatever this is.”
Toothless smiled sweetly at Hiccup, who reluctantly patted him on the head.
“What are we going to do, Dad?” Hiccup asked.
“We’ll do what we can,” Stoick replied. “Who knows? Perhaps it will wear off—it could just be a phase that dragons go through that no one has ever recorded.”
“I…doubt that,” Hiccup replied sullenly.
SNEAK PEEK STATUS: TERMINATED.
If you'd like to read more, just let me know and I'll post it up...This actually wasn't meant to be finished, but I like what I have written so far, and if even one other person does as well, then I will finish it. :)