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This is Berk. The only place in the Archipelago you’ll find Vikings and Dragons living side by side.
It’s been over 6 months since we first made peace with the dragons, since Toothless and I inherited the Red Death’s flock, and the village has never been more prosperous. We didn’t lose a single soul this winter! Our food stores lasted the entire season, thanks to the dragons. Not only have they helped us gather food and kept us warm this winter, they have provided a stability Berk has never seen before. That sense of safety has only improved since me and the Riders learned to speak their language, at this point even wild dragons are rarely an issue.
Now, we’ve had our detractors when it comes to peace. Mildew of course (though I hope I changed his mind there at the end), Spitelout has been his usual disagreeable self, we had a run in with an especially unsavory witch, and of course there is Alvin the Treacherous. The man who declared war on Berk by kidnapping me and Toothless. While our peace with the dragons has stayed strong, the Archipelago remains a dangerous place.
But, on a brighter note, our flock has gotten even bigger! Quite a few wild dragons decided to join us and the flock also had its most productive nesting season in years this Snoggletog! We now have over fifty baby dragons of all shapes and sizes running around Berk. Something that I’m sure will come with its own challenges. But hey, we’re Vikings! I’m sure we can handle whatever mischief these baby dragons throw our way.
