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The early sun shines on a hut, this hut being Y/n's. The inside covered in several dragon hides; skinned by his father who was the village archivist, it was his job to write down anything and everything about the dragon that could be used against them. This was probably where he was this morning as Y/n awoke to an empty hut. Rubbing his eyes, Y/n sits up in their bed and spots a new axe. Yawning, he walked towards the axe placed on his side table with a note underneath.
Good luck with your fist day in dragon training boy, I know you will make your old man proud. I got you this axe for training the sharpest one in stock. I might be back late, changewing flock passing through the village, but I promise when I'm back you can tell me all about your training over supper. Dad.
"I prefer my bow but this works nice too" Y/n mutters to himself throwing the axe over his shoulder as he inspects the note. "Ofcorse he's going to be late again" Y/n sighs and begins to get ready. Today was his first day of dragon training, now he was 16 he will train to be a dragon killer to protect the village. Unlike most kids his age, Y/n was not excited for this. Having to go face to face with a fire breathing monster sounds like a prank from Loki himself.
Y/n slowly walks through the village towards the training arena, waving to the towns people's as he goes. "Morning L/n have you seen your father!"
"No sorry, he's out dealing with the changewing migration!" The whole village new and respected Y/n's father he was a great viking and great friend to the Chief. Eventually Y/n reached the arena on the outskirts of the village. Out side he saw many more younge viking- all here for their first day. After short conversations between the group the arena doors lift encouraging the kids to enter. In the stands stood the Head Dragon Trainer and the Chief. "Gather round children, gather round; today starts you journey to become true viking warriors!" The Chiefs voice echos, "I look at you children and I'm filled with hope. Hope that you will slay many dragon and make not only your parents but the whole village proud!" The crowd cheers holding their weapons high. "Now..." The Head Dragon Trainer shouts over the noise, "I will call out a list of 6 names if your name is not called please take a seat in the stands!"
Y/ns hands starts to shake slightly and a ringing begins in his ear. "And finally Y/n L/n!" Suddenly everyone is starting at him- not helping with his nerves. Taking a deep breath Y/n trys to calm down. This is what my whole life has been leading towards I can't let everyone down, I am a dragon killer. Looking around the arena there were several shields scattered around. "Now you should all know how many shots a Gronckle has, so who can tell me!"
"Six!" Y/n answers before anyone else could even open their mouths. "Very good now" the man walks towards a lever, "grab a shield, last one standing wins!" Before anyone could question what the leader meant, a Gronckle is unleashed into the arena.
That's why there's six of us one for each shot.
All the kid scramble to grap a shiled, but before Y/n could grap one he's cornered by the Dragon, terrified Y/n runs around screaming (scared for his life) trying to grap a shield causing the arena to be filled with laughter. Eventually, he is hit with a blast to the helmet covering it in lava. "Out!" A voice shouts over the laughter. Embarrassed, Y/n walks out the arena throwing his lava covered helmet to the ground. "I didn't even use the axe, I never even got close, I'm a failure" he mutters to himself. "Don't be to hard on yourself boy" ,the Chief places a hand on Y/n's shoulder as the other hands him his helmet. "Not all of us are cut out to be dragon killers, but that dosnt make us any less of a viking" Y/n slyly smiles "I know, but I don't want to disappoint my father". "Then tomorrow's a new day kid". Y/n starts the slow walk home, avoiding any eye contact.
Hopefully I'll do better tomorrow.