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I would rise at wee hours to go to long night walks deep into the woods and watch the sunrise overlooking the island on a cliff before going to the Meade Hall ready to eat a breakfast of eggs and dry stale yet cheey and filling bread before i go to train with my weapon.

I would be back by noon for lunch of mutton and potatoes before helping my parents at the docks by sorting the fish my mother's two terrors fish for the upcoming harvest festival and keep vigil with my father's nightmare and my nadder for enemy ships getting my pay cut . Then end up back at the woods to practise dodging and reflexes with my nadder till sun down.

I end up taking a fast flight to the furthest seastack in Berk's territory doung tricks with my girl before returning with a slow flight as she glides close to the watwr and i lie myself down on her, truating her completely. The water sprays on my cooling me and refreshes me as it cleans her and reflects her scales. Back in the stables i groom her collecting the spines and scales she sheds (which can be sold as jewelery) and feed her a healthy surplus of chicken and fish. Make sure her pen is clean and neat before i head to the hall for dinner.

I sit next to my friends as we sing songs for fun, micmic people and share stories to fill the space just as how we fill out bellies with mead and healthy servings of fish and mutton stew and sweet juicy fruit kept ice cold in the ice box and drizzled with honey for desert.

I go back to the stables to cuddle and talk to my dragon as she curls around me, her tail at my feet, meeting her beak, her wings covering my legs giving me comfort as i sharpen my weapon.

It ends with my climbing up to my room in the top of my house and listen to the snores of my parents and chirps of crickets before i close my eyes, ready to face the next day.

If i lived on Berk i would collect rocks to give to people. I would pick absently at the grass. I would think about how everything on the island towers over me. i would bury little keepsakes knowing no one would ever find them. I would feed terrors like crows. I would look at the blue moon over the ocean. I would look at the stars with no air or light pollution. I would listen for all the birds i could find. I would collect pine needles. I would listen to the noise of shoes on wood. I would climb as high as I could. I would throw rocks into the cove. I would see shapes in the clouds. I would hear rain on a wooden roof every night. I would have a helmet with horns and a shield. I would try to string together no-one had ever said before. I would get headaches from the smell of ash and smoke. I would give people presents made of anything I could find. I would smell the sea and farmland and rain every day. I would be so so happy.