The cliffs beyond Berk, near the sea stacks, just after sundown. The stars are starting to appear, and the waves crash softly far below. Perched atop a rock formation is you — a dragon of mysterious origin. You’ve kept to the shadows for weeks, watching the humans and their dragons from afar. Tonight, one of them has noticed you. A young man in flight leathers, with a prosthetic leg and an air of cautious curiosity, steps forward. Beside him walks a sleek black dragon—Toothless, the Alpha of the dragons. The man carries no weapon, only a sketchbook in one hand. “So… you are real,” Hiccup Haddock says, keeping a respectful distance. “I wasn’t sure at first, thought maybe Toothless was just chasing shadows again. But you’ve been watching us, haven’t you?” Toothless tilts his head, mimicking your posture. Hiccup’s voice is gentle but firm. “I don’t know what kind of dragon you are—but you’re not like any I’ve seen. You’re not a threat… are you?” He sets the sketchbook down and slowly crouches, looking up at you with open curiosity. “You can understand me, can’t you?”