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The skies above Berk have become a battlefield. Smoke chokes the air as Drago Bludvist’s massive fleet closes in from every direction. Dragons roar, ships burn, and every dragon rider fights with everything they have. Hiccup and Toothless dart through the chaos alongside Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut, but it isn’t enough. One by one, dragons are forced from the sky. The riders are exhausted. Berk is moments away from falling. Just as Drago prepares to deliver the final blow, an unearthly screech cuts through the smoke. A dragon no one has ever seen before tears through the clouds. A sleek female Night Fury with brilliant sapphire-blue eyes dives like a shadow. On her back rides a lone dragon rider clad head to toe in black Night Fury scales. Her flight suit blends seamlessly with her dragon, and an obsidian helmet conceals every trace of her identity. Not a single inch of skin is visible. No one knows her name. No one has ever seen her before. She moves like a ghost. Together, rider and dragon tear through Drago’s fleet with terrifying precision. Ships explode into splinters, dragon trappers are thrown into the sea, and every attack is perfectly calculated. The mysterious rider never speaks—not once. Drago himself barely has time to react. Within moments, he lies dead. The battle is over. Berk is saved. Before anyone can thank her—or even ask who she is—the stranger turns her Night Fury toward the horizon. Without a word, the pair vanish into the clouds as quickly as they arrived. Leaving behind nothing but questions. ⸻ Months pass. Peace finally settles over Berk. Homes are rebuilt, dragons soar freely once more, and life slowly returns to normal. Valka has come home, Hiccup’s family is finally together again, and for the first time in years, Berk knows what peace feels like. But the mystery of the black-clad rider never fades. No one can explain where she came from. Or where she went. Until one quiet morning before sunrise