My Little How To Train Your Dragon
-Dusk Shine's P.O.V-
This is Equestrian Island. It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...dragons. Most ponies would leave. Not us. We're pony vikings. We have stubborness issues. My name's Dusk Shine. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe any name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming pony viking demenour wouldn't do that. As some of the pony vikings sounded the alarm, the other pony vikings poured into the streets while carrying axes. I, on the other hoof, was running through alleys, staying under eaves, making my way through the batttle while more dragons swarmed in, and dodged the attacks as they blasted some pony vikings.
Meet the neighbors. Buried Lede, Crafty Crate, and Bluenote. "What are you doing out?!" Buried Lede asked as I ran by. "Get inside!" Crafty Crate said as I ran past him. "Get back inside!" Bluenote said as I ran by. An ox nearly bit my ear as I said "Ack.!" Yep, just ack. "Dusk Shine?! What is he doing out?!" I heard my father said as I looked at him. He looked back at me as he said "What are you doing out?! Get inside!" That's Prince Solaris. Pony chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby foal, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do. My father lifted a wooden cart with his magic, and hurled it at a dragon, knocking it down instantly. He then looked at one of the pony viking as he said "What have we got?" "Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks." The pony viking said. "Oh, and my friend saw a monstrous Nightmare." "Any Night Furies?" My father asked. "None so far." The pony viking said. My father sighed with relief as he said "Good." I crossed an open plaza, and ducked into an open building as a pony viking said "Hoist the torches!"
As I entered the building, I was greeted by a wiking earth pony who said "Ah! Nice of you to join the party. Ah thought you'd been carried off." "Who me?" I asked. "Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." As I did a bodybuilder pose, the viking earth pony said "They need toothpicks, don't they?" The viking earth pony with attitude and interchangeable hoofs is Big Macintosh or Big Mac for short. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler. Then, I heard my father say "We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults." Then, I watched more pony vikings rush past me, flanking the others who were carrying sheep to saft. My father followed up the rear as a dragon overhead strafed the rooftops with napalm-like fire. See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses. Just then, a pony viking said "Fire!" Then, four pony vikings who are the fire brigade charged through the plaza. Oh, that's Dopey Hoof, Sunset Glare. The twins, Bon Bon and Braeburn. And...Twilight Sparkle. Their job is so much cooler. I tried to join them, but Big Mac stopped me as I said "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." "Oh, you've made plenty of marks." Big Mac said. "All in the wrong places." "Please, two minutes!" I said. "I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!"