A star falls to Earth

In the darkness of Earth's night sky, a meteor shower decorated that black night like crystal in cave walls. On a rare occurrence, the stars began to fall, like a fresh spring rain. Shooting stars are a sight for the soul. One of these stars however, falls off course, heading towards Earth. It was the size of a large island. The impact could have destroyed the planet, but as the collision course neared to its conclusion, the meteor burned and corroded, becoming only a pathetic and minuscule fraction of its original size as it traveled over a small, wet and miserable corner of the Northern hemisphere; the Barbaric Archipelago.

The Barbaric Archipelago was famous for three things; dragons, inhospitable conditions that only fools and the stubborn would live there, and the foolish and stubborn Vikings that lived there. There were the Bog-Burglars off the coast of Breakneck Bog, the Meathead Tribe of the Meathead Isles, the Berserkers of Skrill's Talon, the Outcasts of... Outcast Island. Vikings were not known for their creativity.

On the Isle of Berk, the Hooligan Tribe was sleeping soundly (the night free of dragon raids for now) and no beautiful meteor shower was going to keep them from their well-needed rest. Well, except for a few.