The sky stretched endlessly above as I soared on my dragon’s back, my armor glinting faintly in the sunlight. Made of white, shedded dragon scales, it gleamed with golden details that concealed my identity. My dragon, equally veiled in mystery, gave no hint of its species. Together, we were an enigma, gliding silently above Berk.

The familiar cliffs and bustling village lay below as I guided my dragon into a wide circle, the shadow of our presence unnoticed. I leaned forward, whispering, “Ready?” My dragon’s rumbling purr was all the answer I needed.

We dove.

The wind howled as we plummeted, spinning faster and faster until my dragon’s wings snapped open with a thunderous crack. With a graceful twist, we landed softly on Berk’s docks, my dragon’s talons settling without a sound.

Villagers began to gather, their eyes wide with curiosity and caution. “Who are you?” someone called.

I offered no reply, only a silent nod as my dragon lowered its head beside me. The mystery was ours to guard—for now.

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