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#4 Posted: 07:03:26 18/04/2010 | Topic Creator
I promise I won't keep the wait too long. I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to writing and want to make everything perfect so it could take some time, but the results will be good.
I will start writing tomorrow. I can give you a prolouge, though.
Thousands and thosands of years ago, when the great and vast Earth was beginning to populate with humans, there came a new breed who revolutionized and changed the way humans lived and worked. They were called the vikings. Known for their brave nature and strong, bulky appearance, they colonized all of Europe to as far east as the great Vulgar River in Russia, to as far west as the barren, frozen island of Greenland. Traveling by sea on their famed longships, they rode in one of the most deadliest places in the most deadly time. They rode the freezing Artic Ocean in the middle of a cold, windy night. Many died in these conditions, their very souls freezing to death, but the few who survived found an secluded island that they claimed theirs, and theirs only. They called it Berk.
The Irish Gaelic surname was perfect for this isolated island, the name fitting its appearance. It meant “fortified hill”, and that’s excatly what this landscape looked like. It was a jagged, narrow landscape, with many outcrops of rocks sticking around it like jagged spikes pressed into the seafloor. In the midst of the rocky land, stood a tall, steep mountain that jutted upwards into the gray clouds for miles.
They had finally found a place to themselves. Everywhere they went, they were in a territory that was claimed by another European. Now, they had their own place, their own land, and nobody could trespass on it. Better yet, very few would ever find it. A deep fog covered the waters surrounding the rocky land during the daytime, a wet mist stretching on for miles, blocking the island entirely from view. During the night, however, the only way to get there was to brave the deadly cold Artic Ocean that few were brave enough to challenge. This was Berk. It was their home. For the next few years, the vikings thrived on this secluded place, using their analytical minds to build shelters and forage for food.
But life was not perfect on this island. So it seemed to be, but that is about to change. A new race is coming, and bringing centuries of death and destruction with it. They are the creatures of legends, the offspring of all the terrible, damaging, horrifying things in the world. They have razor sharp fangs that can snap an arm clean in two, along with powerful carnassials and insicors that can crush bone. They have powerful lungs and ignite a blazing fire within them. They have wings ten times bigger than those of a bird and soar in the toughest gale. They have roars which can echo the ground with an ominous sound of thunder. What are they?.....Dragons.
Yeah, I know, it sucks. Don't rub it in. Just a prolouge. Now you'll see who caused the fight between the two species.
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