RENSE FLAMME - DEL 1
It began with a pair of freckles.
A single freckle sat on either side of the mouth on a pale teenage girl. Her red lips formed a smirk; the moment she had been waiting for had arrived. From inside a wrecked ship on Berk's rocky shores, she watched a ninety pound teenage boy walking along.
"That must be the chief's son," she said softly to herself. She slowly reached under her black dried leather skirt and wrapped her long, slender fingers around the handle of a dagger that was belted to her upper thigh.
She stopped. From around the bend came a sleek, black Night Fury. An additional five dragon riders came into view short after. She frowned.
"I can't take them all," she thought to herself, quickly letting go of the knife.
After the group dismounted their beasts they continued approaching. She listened carefully for what they were saying.
"Look, it’s the shipwreck where we found Heather!" called the young Viking with cu