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This is Berk, a small island in the middle of no where. But who the fuck cares. I don't. That's for sure. My name is Tommy, I'm a 15 year old orphan living with my best friends adoptive father. Did I mention that our world has dragons? I didn't? My bad. You can see everything from the top, ranging from the Chief- Schlatt, one of my best friends father, my best friend is named Toby, but we all call him Tubbo, our other best friend, Ranboo is a tall fucker. He's Phil's— our blacksmiths son. We don't kill dragons unless they attack us. We have a sort of truce, they leave us and our animals alone. We leave them and their nest alone.
I was interrupted from my Journaling by a shout from chief Schlatt. Yelling about raiders and dragons? Ah shit. We're getting attacked- AGAIN.
I grabbed my crossbow and started running outside only for Sam to stop me "Sam! What's going on?!" I yelled barely dodging a fireball. "WELL TOMMY. WE'RE BEING RAIDED" The green haired man screeched as his arm was burned. "NO SHIT. BY WHO!?" "RAIDERS THOMAS. WHO ELSE!?" A red head I knew as Fundy yelled. I scoffed. "Alright let's not drag-" I was cut off by talons grabbing my shoulders and i let out a scream as a raider on a dragon, had his dragon fly higher, me still in the Claws of a dragon. I tried not to panic to much. Surely it'll be a fast death but then I saw where we were flying and thought otherwise.
Why are we going to the lake surrounded by fields. Surrounded by mountains? I realized we were above the lake. My blood ran cold. I hope Tubbo and Ranboo take care of each other, I thought. Closing my eyes, I felt the talons let go of my shoulders. And I fell.