The sky stretched endlessly above as I soared atop my dragon, my armor glinting faintly in the sunlight. Forged from white dragon scales and adorned with golden accents, it concealed my identity. My dragon, equally veiled in mystery, gave no hint of its species. Together, we were an enigma, gliding silently above Berk.

Below, rugged cliffs and lively forests sprawled in familiar chaos. I urged my dragon into a wide circle, our shadow blending with the clouds. Leaning forward, I whispered, “Ready?” A deep purr was my only answer.

We dove.

Plummeting through the clouds, the wind roared as my dragon’s wings flared, spinning us into dizzying spirals. The thrill was all-consuming, but we didn’t notice the sharp eyes watching us.

The dragon riders of Berk were in pursuit.