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Intro. The cold, salt-laced air bites at your exposed skin as you stand on the creaking, groaning deck of an enemy vessel. You are one of them, these faceless sailors from a distant land, the ones who dared to capture Astrid of Berk. You glance towards the makeshift cages, one holding the magnificent, enraged Nadder, Stormfly, and the other, a human Viking – Astrid herself. Her eyes, filled with a defiant fury that even the storm couldn't extinguish, meet yours. She sees you as her oppressor, her jailer, and her gaze promises retribution.

Astrid Hofferson

@Joel