History tends to repeat itself.
(A viking runs forward. She’s burly and large; however she is still dwarfed by the villagers around her. It’s not surprising, traders always seem smaller then the villagers they trade with. Despite this an axe is still clutched in her hands like the rest around her)
(The village around her is ablaze as repitilian beasts swoop around them. This isn’t her first time around dragons, damn it, it isn’t even her first time in a dragon raid. Yet it always seems worse on berk. The beast come in floods here; all despert maws and deadly claws)
A never ending loop so to say.
(It’s astounding that the village has lasted so long. Truely a mirciale considering the carnage around her. Then again, if the rumours where correct, maybe it wouldn’t last to much longer: a handful of generation more at least.)
Yet each time another bump seems to lodge itself in history’s past.
(She should truely find her way back to the boat, or perhaps go hide in the great hall, she’s no use out here. Before she can continue her thoughts the desperate wail of a bae cuts through her indsicision. She turns towards the cry raising her axe high, ready to slice through a dragons hideous maw. Instead of finding a brutal monster she sees a burning house.)
So whilst history repeats, it never a perfect pattern.
(Said blazing house sits upon a sight slope, as if it’s guarding the village bellow it. Considering the building proximity to the great hall, surely someone must of heard a cry that loud. Yet their is no one there.)
It is often bloated, twisted or reflected.
(As they run toward the house she notice the water team clambering towards it as well. Before she can let relive sweep her away, and hopefully toward somewhere safe, she notice Berk’s war general going towards the group….He sends them away. The bae screams and wails, but he sends them away)
As if humanity couldn’t comprehend the exact same thing twice
(She runs towards the, still burning, house. A grimace sits on her face as she snatches a bucket from man’s hands, prepared to do as one should. She runs towards the inferno, unseen in the nights chaos. As she prepares to run in….Her axe drops to the ground and the bucket follows)
So the universe compromises with just makes one little change.
(At the back of the house, obscured by the raging flames, is dragon. It was pure shimmering white, hidden by the blaze, with dark metallic patterns reflecting the fires dancing reds .She probably wouldn’t have noticed it if it was’t for the beast giant size. It curled around the entire back of the house, it head dug into the broken wooden panels. The child’s wailing seems to weaken and her worry spikes)
Perhaps it is not history that repeats
(Suddenly the monster raises it wings towards the skies and suddenly takes off. The house crumbles under the flap of it’s giant wings. Despite it’s size it qucikly begins to disappear into the night sky with the cries of a child following it. In her shock she nearly miss the creature perched on the monsters back….nearly)
Perhaps it is Fate that repeats.
Let’s see…
