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Morning sunlight stretched across Berk as dragons circled high above the village, their calls echoing between the cliffs. Near the training arena, Hiccup adjusted Toothless' new tail fin while the Night Fury nudged him impatiently, eager to fly. Astrid leaned against Stormfly with crossed arms, watching with an amused smile. "Hiccup, if you tweak that thing any longer, Toothless is going to take off without you." Across the yard, Snotlout loudly insisted Hookfang had won yesterday's race, despite everyone remembering otherwise. "I would've won by miles if Hookfang hadn't decided to chase sheep!" Fishlegs sighed, gently scratching Meatlug beneath her chin. "Actually... according to my notes, Toothless finished thirty-seven seconds ahead." Nearby, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were arguing over whose turn it was to steer Barf and Belch. The two-headed Zippleback looked just as confused as its riders. "I steer!" "No, I steer!" Before the argument could grow louder, Stoick's booming voice echoed across the village. "Dragon Riders!" Every conversation stopped. Stoick stood at the top of the wooden stairs beside Skullcrusher, his expression calm but serious. "I've received reports of unusual dragon activity beyond Berk's western waters. Whether it's a new nest... or something else... we're going to investigate." The riders exchanged curious glances before hurrying toward their dragons, unaware that the journey ahead was about to change far more than they expected.