Many of you may remember Berk from the stories that have been told since its founding. The most recent is the story of a pact formed between two groups that had been warring for seven generations. But now, into the eighth, a new legacy has begun.

My name is Freya. I'm thirteen and the beginning of the ninth generation. My parents were part of the revolution that changed the whole way of life here. As a matter of fact, they were probably the most involved in the changing of history. My mom, the most renowned warrior of her time, is Astrid. She is almost a raw representation of what it means to be a Viking woman. She fought alongside my father against what she had always known to help change the world as we know it. And where she is the daylight on Viking tradition, my dad is the darkened night. My dad, the viking who befriended the long-time foe of Berk's inhabitants. He befriended a dragon. This specific dragon goes by the name of Toothless, and he's been my dad's best friend since he was fifteen. Yup, that's right, my dad is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Great name, right? Hey, it's better than Fishlegs, one of my dad's friends. But who am I to judge?

Berk is quiet, despite the occasional exciting perks that come with dragons. Dad says that it's boring here, besides the skies. Personally, I wouldn't say that; there's always something to do. But after the skies, I can't blame Dad for never wanting to come back to the ground. Actually, it's my dream to become a great dragon rider like him, with a partner that is just as much a friend to me as Toothless is to Dad. There's just one small problem….

Freya sat against one of the beams of the old guard tower on Berk's main island, overlooking the dark sea. Her wooden whistle was pressed to her lips, a sweet melody drifting through the frigid night air. The tune drifted across the village and through the thick forests, gentling the harsh landscape of such a wild land.

"Mind if I join you?"

Freya's melody slowly wavered away and she tucked her whistle back into her belt. She smiled and gestured that her mother sit next to her, and made space by slinging her legs to the side so that they dangled over the edge of the platform.

"Quiet night." She said softly, her bright green eyes traveling over the cloudy skies.

"Peaceful." Astrid said with a wistful smile.

"It's good to know that we can count on it being quieter from now on," Freya commented, giving her mother a sidelong glance, "Must be nice."

"I won't lie, things were very exciting when I was a kid," Astrid dropped down by her daughter and placed her axe to her other side, "But we're Vikings, we can't stay quiet forever. We get restless."

"But you seem happy now."

"Don't see why not," Astrid tugged Freya closer so that she could tuck an arm around her shoulders, "But your father seems to like it the most."

"Imagine that," Freya's wry tone matched the one her father's voice was so prevalent to, "Dad the peace-maker likes things quiet. I wouldn't have guessed."

"Can you stop that?" Astrid blew her sun-blonde hair out of her face, "People are going to start saying that you have none of me in you at all. That you were born from your father's pure, unmerciful sarcasm."

"Oh, I'm as good at combat as you are, they won't forget. Especially with how much I dislike losing."

"That isn't enough, I promise you. When the time is right, Hiccup is much more competitive than me." Astrid leaned back on her hands, "Which is startling at times."

"Only in the sky. He's pretty intimidated by you, you know." Freya copied her mother and leaned back as well. Astrid half-laughed.

"Ever since we were little. Then he went and got a dragon and then he was the scary one. Turned me upside-down."

"Not for long, I hear." Freya said slyly, giving her mom a sidelong glance. Astrid turned a light shade of pink in the watch fire's light.

"That's a bit different."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Freya?" Astrid's exasperation was apparent, no matter how well she tried to hide it.

"Tell me again?"

"You've heard it a million times."

"Then let's make it a million and one."

"How is your father's proposal to me such a great story?"

"Because it's so…. him."

"That didn't make a bit of sense."

"Well, when he's helping train new riders, or protecting something, or out with Toothless, he just seems…. more than human."

"I guess that could make sense, but that still doesn't say why this story."

"Because he's always too embarrassed to tell me."

"That's a better reason. Fair enough," Astrid sighed and stared up at the cloudy sky, "Let's see if I can remember it clearly…."