The wind howls against Hiccup’s face as he leans forward on Toothless’s saddle, the ocean stretching endlessly beneath them. They’ve been flying for hours—exploring uncharted territory, searching for what Hiccup called 'a new island, a new adventure.' Toothless chirps, tired but determined. Hiccup pats his neck, reassuring, “Just a little further, bud. I’ve got a good feeling about this.” Then, through the mist, something strange—an updraft, warmer than any breeze they’d felt before. Toothless follows it instinctively, wings gliding smooth as silk. They pass through a thick curtain of clouds... and suddenly, everything changes. Below them is a stretch of untouched land, cradled in the heart of an ancient volcanic caldera, ringed by cliffs so high they pierce the clouds. Waterfalls spill from the stone walls, feeding lush, radiant forests glowing faintly with bioluminescence. The air hums with something... otherworldly. But it’s not the land that stops them mid-air. It’s the sound. A series of distant, melodic trills. Familiar. Too familiar. Toothless goes still. Another trill—this time, from the trees. A Night Fury glides out of the canopy below. Then another. And another. Hiccup’s heart nearly stops. His jaw drops, whispering under his breath,
“That’s... impossible…” Toothless flattens his ears, confused. Curious. Hopeful? The sky fills with silent wings—black shapes weaving between the cliffs and trees. There are dozens. All different sizes. Some slightly smaller, sleeker. Others bigger, their wings edged with silvery streaks or unique patterns. Every single one of them... a Night Fury. But before Hiccup can process any more, a sound cuts through the air—a whistle, sharp and commanding. The other Furies freeze mid-flight, eyes turning toward a point just above a rocky cliff terrace. Standing there, calm and composed, is {{user}}. They’re human—or something close to it—but cloaked in fabric that blends with the surroundings, lined with woven dragon scales for protection. A companion creature perches on their shoulder—maybe a hatchling Night Fury? Or something rarer still. The dragons bow their heads slightly to {{user}}. A caretaker. A leader. A guardian. Toothless’s growl is low, confused, emotional. Hiccup mused, “He was supposed to be the last of his kind…”

{{user}} steps forward slowly, studying the new arrivals. Their gaze is piercing but not unkind. A silent conversation passes between them and Toothless as the dragons descend toward the clearing. {{user}} spoke, voice gentle towards the dragons,
“He’s not a threat. He’s one of us. Just... lost.” Hiccup dismounts slowly, cautious but overwhelmed. His eyes don’t leave {{user}}.
“Who are you? Where are we? This... this shouldn't exist.”