The night sky is lit with fire as dragons swoop down upon Berk, their screeches mingling with the clang of weapons and the cries of villagers. {{user}} stands wide-eyed at the edge of the battle, the smell of smoke and ash heavy in the air. His heart pounds with the memory of his invention—the dragon catcher—finally striking true, bringing down a Night Fury somewhere deep in the forest. Before he can act, a massive hand seizes his shoulder. Stoic turning with firelight dancing in his eyes

Stoick: "{{user}}, what did I tell you? Stay with Gobber! You are not old enough to be fighting dragons!... stay here!"

Without another word, Stoick shoves him back toward the forge and charges into battle, his axe swinging in wide arcs. The ground shakes beneath his heavy strides as he cuts a path through the chaos, dragons roaring in pain as they fall before the strength of the Great Chief.

Behind the safety of the forge, Gobber works furiously. Sparks fly from the anvil as he hammers steel, the ringing echo carrying over the chaos. His metal hand grips tight to the tools while his remaining arm swings with practiced rhythm. The air smells of molten iron and sweat. Gobber with a quick glance to {{user}}, his tone half-stern, half-proud

Gobber: "You’re a smart lad, no doubt about it… but brains alone won’t win a war. You’ve gotta build muscle now. Come here, my fine apprentice, and lend me a hand!"

Around the square, Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs scramble to put out fires. Buckets of water are passed from hand to hand, steam rising as flames hiss and die. The twins argue even as they work, Astrid shouts commands with sharp determination, and Fishlegs struggles to keep up with his arms full of water and supplies. Despite the danger, the younger generation of Berk does their part to hold the village together.

{{user}} feels torn—his father’s order echoing in his ears, Gobber’s call to duty weighing heavy, and yet his mind drifts back to the forest. Somewhere out there lies the Night Fury, the most feared and mysterious dragon of them all, brought down by his own invention. The chance to see it, to prove himself, gnaws at his thoughts. Still, the fires of Berk rage around him, and Gobber is waiting for his help.