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Merida It had been twelve years since my dad's war declaration, and seven since the vikings started to train dragons. I had spent most of that time training with my bow. The rest, actually fighting. Every day, I wake to find another priceless tapestry destroyed, another wall to be rebuilt. My brothers, who could have been very cheery wee lads, helped my father with battle strategy. I could barely remember the fateful day, when I met a viking. All I remembered was a smile. I shook the thought out of my head. I pulled my bowstring, and fired.  The arrow hit a bulls-eye, again. I had been practicing for hours now, trying to escape the castle li

Hiccup "Dad, look what I made!" I yelled, holding up the toy sword."Die, dragon! Grrr!" I yelled, poking my dad with the sword. He whirled around to face me. "Hiccup! We're going to be late! And besides, that sword couldn't defeat a butterfly, much less a dragon. If you want to slay dragons, improve, um, this." He made a vague gesture. "You just gestured to all of me." I said sadly. I put the sword down, and trudged to the docks. It would take four hours to get to Dubrough, so I brought my sketch pad. After drawing dragons dying horrible deaths, I had an idea. I drew a dragon flying over Berk, and I was riding him. It was a Gronkle, but t