The cold morning wind whipped by as the sun rose over the eastern horizon. The only sounds were the creaking of the ship and the occasional flapping of the sails. Dagna Orinson, daughter of the chief of the Lorekeeper tribe, sat on the deck of a ship next to a large cage. In her arms was a leatherbound book filled with blank pages, pages she hoped to fill with valuable knowledge.
“Dagna,” said a voice nearby. She looked up to see her uncle, Captain Sig Orinson, standing there. Sig was a gifted sailor, even for a Viking. He seemed to be most at home and natural when on the deck of a ship. His dark brown beard was flecked with gray, but his green eyes were sharp and bright. “We're approaching Berk,” he said, pointing behind Dagna. She turned around and couldn't help but grin. Her long brown hair was braided and hung to just in the middle of her back, decorated with a large clasp at the end. Green eyes that she shared with her father and uncle sparkled with a desire to learn. Her father had often said that she was the daughter of Vör, Goddess of Wisdom. A slender frame wearing a red tunic, brown fur vest, black wool breeches under a pair of brown leather pants and heavy leather boots was hidden under a heavy yak fur cloak. Despite being a Viking, Dagna hated the cold, and had never quite adapted to it. Most of her time was spent in the massive Lorekeeper library, by learning everything she could in her preparation for becoming Chief.
As soon as she was able to read and write, her father had begun taking her with him on his yearly visits to the different islands in the archipelago. Berk was, by far, her favorite. Chief Stoick had a son just a year or so older than her named Hiccup, so they would often play together. As they got older, Dagna started spending less and less time playing, and more time writing down stories. Hiccup often had interesting ones, especially when it came to inventing new things to use around the island. Up until a few years ago, it had been weapons for taking down dragons. Now, Dagna knew better. Because of the tribe's new alliance with the dragons, Dagna's task was learning all she could, and documenting their journey into learning about dragons. The Lorekeepers had their own copy of the Book of Dragons, but it was the old one. Dagna had been in the process of making her own notes based on what Hiccup shared with her. Something told her, however, that there were enough dragons in the world to fill a whole library of books. Now, she had the perfect reason to come back to Berk and learn all that she could about dragons.
Hugging the book closer to her, Dagna turned back to the cage and knelt down.
“Don't worry,” she said. “We're almost there. We'll get you help soon.” From inside the cage, a large black form stirred. Painful-looking sores covered a black scaly body, and a bright yellow-green eye with a slit pupil gazed up at her. There was a guttural noise that sounded to Dagna like a mixture of gratitude and pain. Please, she prayed silently. Please let Hiccup be able to help.