From a house on the edge of town, close to the forest, a rustling sound could be heard. Then the sound of metal before a loud squack sound could be heard, followed by little chitters.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Came a voice from inside before the door opened to reveal a young Viking, leading out a colorful dragon.
“Spitfire! Come on girl!” He called jokingly, seeing the Deadly Nadder examining the new perch on the second floor, which Ulf had just finished the day before.
“You got through it last night just fine. Anyways, you are the one who insisted on sleeping in the house now and we couldn't have you squeezing through the door every time chunky butt.” Spitfire bristled a little at the comment before catching on that her rider wasn't serious. With that Spitfire went back to examining the new doorway on the second floor. Ulf turned and continued walking, figuring the Dragon would figure it out eventually. And he was right. It wasn’t thirty seconds before he felt his inertia lifted upwards, as Spitfire forced her nose under Ulf, and tossed him in the air, before catching the young man in the saddle, but before Ulf could even grab hold of the handles on the leather saddle, the dragon had taken off at full speed.
“Hey! Slow down! You wanna throw me off?!” He laughed before situating himself into the leather seat. It was time for them to do their usual laps around the island. As they were about to come around and pass Berk’s village, something odd caught his eye on the ground. “Is that a new dragon?” He asked himself, before getting a reply from his scaly friend. New Dragons were not something totally unusual if you were part of the Academy, but since finding Spitfire, Ulf had yet to even attend a class, or much less visit the old arena in which it was housed. So his experience was a lot of trial and error… and pain.
“Maybe we should check this out. What do you think?” Spitfire looked back and chirped quickly before going in for a smooth soft landing near the entryway to the docks. He was well out of the way of the crowd, as he preferred. Ulf noticed a Day Fury, which he had seen before and the new dragon. It seemed the Day Fury carried it’s rider who appeared in poor health. In another direction he saw a crimson Nadder by a fish stall in the market. Ulf decided to approach him, rather then fight a gathering crowd. Ulf, dismounted Spitfire before leading her to the market stall.
“So, any idea what is going on here?” Ulf asked, his arms crossed, as he gestured to the other dragons. He wasn't sure of the fellows name, since he had been isolated to his home for so long, but figured he would ask anyways.