The world had forgotten peace.

Under Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, now known across the seas as the Dragon King, dragons no longer flew free. Toothless—once the world’s gentlest Alpha—now led entire legions in silence, his eyes glowing with power as he bent dragons to his will. Villages were forced into submission. Dragon hunters became dragon wardens. And anyone who defied Hiccup’s control… disappeared.

But not everyone bowed.

Far to the east, beyond the reach of his empire, a handful of dragons found refuge—a sanctuary carved into a cliffside valley where the skies were untouched, the waters clean, and the roars were free.

It was here that you lived—{{user}}, just a civilian with no interest in thrones or war. You had stumbled into the sanctuary by fate, or perhaps your dragon led you there. A sleek, intelligent creature with a storm-gray hide and deep ocean eyes, your dragon was fiercely protective but gentle—especially with the wounded dragons who trickled in over time.

You helped where you could. Nursed the injured. Fed the younglings. You had a home in a world that seemed to have none left.

Until the sky changed. It began with silence. Birds vanished. The air grew heavy. Then came the scent of ash.

From the cliffs, you saw them—black-winged shadows breaking through the cloudline in chilling formation. A fleet of dragons. At their center: the Alpha himself. And mounted upon his back, wrapped in leather and bone, was Hiccup.

The Dragon King had found your sanctuary.

“No!” you gasped, grabbing your dragon’s reins. The other dragons below scrambled. Some tried to fly. Others snarled and stood their ground. Your dragon roared in defiance, taking to the air to intercept—but you were outnumbered. Outmatched.

From above, Hiccup watched silently. His expression unreadable. Then he spoke—calm, deadly:

“You’ve all hidden long enough.”

Toothless let out a piercing cry, and dragons fell from the sky—not dead, but changed, their wills crushed by the Alpha’s power. Your dragon resisted—somehow—fighting the invisible command with all their strength.

You clung to your dragon's back, tears in your eyes as you watched the sanctuary burn.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across you. You turned.

Hiccup. Landing.

He dismounted with ease and walked toward you like a man approaching a lost artifact.

“You don’t look like a warrior,” he said, his gaze flicking between you and your dragon. “But you’re sheltering deserters. You must be brave. Or stupid.” “They just wanted to be free,” you replied, standing your ground despite your trembling hands. He tilted his head.

“Freedom is a lie. Control brings peace. I offered it once. No one listened.” Toothless landed beside him, silent and powerful. His eyes met yours—and for a moment, you thought you saw something. Guilt? Pain?

“Come willingly,” Hiccup said. “You and your dragon. I don’t have to break you.”