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In the skies of Berk, three siblings rise,
Hiccup, Boden, Una, together they fly.
Bound by blood and hearts so pure,
Through trials and storms, they will endure.
Haddock blood, strong and true,
With dragons by their side, there's nothing they can't do.
From the eldest to the youngest, their bond will never fade,
In the heart of the wild, their legend's ever made.
Hiccup and Toothless, the bond of night,
Leading the way, in darkness, bringing light.
Boden with Starlight, her wings silver bright,
In the face of danger, they take flight.
Haddock blood, strong and true,
With dragons by their side, there's nothing they can't do.
From the eldest to the youngest, their bond will never fade,
In the heart of the wild, their legend's ever made.
Una, the youngest, with Nightrainbow's song,
Their melody echoes, where they belong.
Blessed by gods, with powers grand,
Together they'll rise, together they'll stand.
In the heart of Berk, where legends are born,
Three gifted souls, through fire and storm.
With music and magic, left-handed grace,
They'll carve their path, at their own pace.
Haddock blood, strong and true,
With dragons by their side, there's nothing they can't do.
From the eldest to the youngest, their bond will never fade,
In the heart of the wild, their legend's ever made.
So sing of the Haddocks, brave and bold,
Their story of courage, forever told.
In skies of Berk, where dragons soar,
The legacy of Haddock, forevermore.
The night was dark, misty, and cold, with the dark blue sea raging against a lone island in the middle of nowhere. Yet the land held a rugged, untamed beauty, and it seemed some of the island’s inhabitants were trapped in the middle of this raging sea, battered by cold, icy winds. A small village of wooden homes dotted one section of the island, accompanied by torchlight and farm animals—a quiet sign that humans lived here.
At the moment, the island was calm and uneventful. People appeared to be sleeping soundly, and all seemed well. Then, slowly descending from the sky came a flock of winged creatures, swift and almost silent. They first picked off a few sheep, and what had been serene erupted into chaos, screaming, and—according to some—stupidity.
The village came alive as the night sky ignited with fire. Villagers poured out of their homes faster than the flames could spread. Their horned helmets and weapons quickly revealed what kind of people they were: Vikings. Soon, it became clear what they were fighting.
Though dragons came in many shapes, sizes, and colors, there was no mistaking a flying, fire-breathing creature. The Vikings squared off with various dragons, and it was obvious this wasn’t the first time. Man and dragon battled with practiced ferocity.
The village, made almost entirely of wood, burned quickly under the chaos. One giant dragon aimed for the most prominent house, perched alone on a hill overlooking the village. Whoever lived there must be important, given its size, location, and grandeur.
When a fire blast hit the door, it was quickly shut, a teenage boy throwing his weight against it to keep it closed. He wasn’t heavy—probably no more than ninety pounds. Once the fire dissipated and the door held, he sank to the floor, his bright green eyes scanning the room at the two people who mattered most to him: a ten-year-old boy and a five-year-old girl.
It was apparent they were siblings, sharing similar builds and body types. The eldest looked about fifteen, meaning each had been born five years apart. Despite their slim, almost scrawny frames, their intelligence was clear; their eyes showed constant calculation and quick thinking, and all three were strikingly good-looking.
The brothers were nearly identical, with auburn hair and bright green eyes. The older wore a green outfit with a fur vest and short hair, while the younger’s hair was in a short ponytail, his tunic teal with tan pants and no vest. Their sister’s coloring differed entirely, yet she was just as striking. Light blue eyes and golden-blond hair brushed her shoulders, with the last three inches dyed lilac. Her tunic dress mirrored the green and teal of her brothers’ clothes.
According to their village elder, the lilac resulted from exploring a strange cave the previous summer, where lilac flowers had been exposed to the gods’ energy. Since then, her hair had remained unchanged, a permanent mark of the encounter. The village elder, Gothi, had assured them it would stay that way for the rest of her life.
After a few moments, the eldest stood, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “Well, tonight’s forecast: a firestorm with a shower of lunatic Vikings.”
“Ugh, hasn’t that been the forecast for the last two years with the dragon raids?” the younger brother grumbled, flicking his ponytail.
“Yeah, BBBFF! It’s been raining idiot Vikings and fireballs since I turned three. Is it any wonder Daddy never relaxes—or that we’ve had to start living double lives?”
The eldest sighed, rolling his eyes. “I know, Una. Life hasn’t been a picnic, especially for you and Boden. But your talents have grown over the past two years. As for me…”
“Hiccup, we know you’re blessed too! Even Mom says you’re blessed! We just haven’t figured out your gifts like we have ours,” Boden interrupted.
“It’s not like we don’t already have enough to hide! Mom and Dad have had to conceal everything. You know what Daddy calls our ‘eccentrics,’ right?”
“That’s what makes living double lives so hard. Dad accepts some things, like social quirks. But me? I struggle with attention, anxiety, and depression.”
“Or my mood swings,” Boden added.
“Or my social struggles,” Una muttered bitterly. “It’s ironic. Half the time, they try to protect us, the other half we have to be ‘normal.’ Why can’t life be easier?”
“If life made sense, it wouldn’t be life,” Boden replied.
“We all agreed long ago that Dad might love us, but we can’t reveal the whole truth about who we are or what we can do,” Hiccup added.
“Even Mommy keeps secrets from Daddy,” Una sniffled. “I hate having to act behind his back. But he wouldn’t accept us if he knew everything!”
Hiccup pressed his fur vest to her cheek. “There, there. One day, things will change. One day we’ll be honest, no more lies, and no one has to die.”
“I’ve hoped for that dream for years,” Una whispered. “I’ve seen horrors of the past 300 years and visions of the future, but not the one we seek.”
Hiccup nodded. “Plus, with you near me, Una, the ghosts haunt my dreams. I hear cries of agony nightly. You shouldn’t have to hear them either.”
“I know. One day, we’ll end this war and change Berk for the better—for our people and our friends’,” Hiccup promised. “Now, come on! If we don’t get to the blacksmith in ten minutes, Dad will throw a fit. I’d rather not be tossed around like a rag doll again.”
“Let’s go! But the plan’s still on, right?” Una asked.
“Even if it’s crazy and dangerous. Rescue mission is still a go, Hiccup?”
“Of course! We wouldn’t be us otherwise. Hold my hands tight!” He grabbed theirs, and they raced into the chaotic battle of screaming Vikings and dragons.
No one noticed how the dragons subtly avoided the three siblings or how they seemed to predict danger—except for one person. A strong hand yanked Hiccup off his feet.
It was Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk, the very image of a Viking. Rumor had it he popped a dragon off his shoulder as a baby, and no one doubted it.
“What are you doing out? Get inside the blacksmith!” Stoick barked, shoving them forward.
Behind them, Valka, the most beautiful woman on Berk, darted forward. Slim, fearless, intelligent, and outspoken, she was also the only woman brave enough to tell Stoick he was out of line.
Finally, the siblings reached the blacksmith shop, where a one-legged man with an attitude awaited: Gobber. Boden snapped at him, fed up with repeated jokes about being carried off or used as dragon toothpicks.
Hiccup helped Una away from sharp weapons, giving her her dragon doll. He quickly pulled two leather aprons for Boden and Una.
Though Una was only five, she had been taught by her brothers and knew a little about forge work. What one sibling learned, they taught the others—it was always “one for all, all for one.”
As the dragon raid raged outside, they whispered about the stupidity of their society’s “honor” and “manhood” tied to killing dragons.
Hiccup paused when he heard a young female voice. Astrid. His green eyes followed her, ignoring the rest of the teens running the fire brigade. Astrid Hofferson, the toughest, most skilled, and most beautiful teenage warrior on Berk, commanded his attention in a way no one else did.
Gobber smacked Hiccup’s head, pulling him out of his reverie. “You three better get back to work,” he warned.
Once Gobber left, Una grinned mischievously. “Thank the gods! Now it’s time for some fun.”
Hiccup smiled. “Another rescue mission, sis. Everyone ready?”
“All our dragons are ready,” Boden said.
Hiccup outlined the plan: Toothless would distract the dragons, pretending to be attacked. Nightrainbow would sing a lullaby to put guards to sleep. Stardust would burn the nets holding dragons, and Una would help guide them to Cloudjumper, who would escort them to the Underground Dragon Sanctuary.
The three siblings, hand in hand, swore they’d face whatever consequences together. They hugged and set their Dragon Rescue Plan in motion.
In the chaotic, dark night, dragons, Vikings, fire, and screams surrounded them. Some mistakes were made, but eventually, they faced Stoick’s angry gaze. Miserably, they whispered together, “We’re sorry, Dad/Daddy.”