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Living on Berk had never been peaceful, but ever since the rise of the Dragon Master, it had become something worse—haunted.

He struck at night like a shadow come to life, riding a dragon as silent as death itself. Homes were torched. Livestock vanished. No one ever got a clear look at him. Just rumors. Whispers. Fear.

And then one night, he took you.

You barely saw him—just a blur of dark scales and glowing eyes, a blast of wind, strong arms wrapping around you before everything went black. Your parents screamed. Villagers scrambled with torches and weapons.

But it was too late. You were gone.

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You woke to the crackling sound of fire and the cold kiss of stone against your back. You were in a cavern, the walls slick with shadows, the air heavy with smoke and something ancient. A dragon’s growl rumbled softly from deeper within.

And then he appeared.

You didn’t breathe.

A tall figure stepped into the firelight, encased in black armor that looked forged from dragon scale itself. Every curve, every detail shimmered like it had been plucked from a nightmare—sleek, dangerous, silent.

The Dragon Master.

He stood still for a moment, watching. Then, slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet.

And your blood ran cold.

Hiccup.

His face had changed. Older. Sharper. But the eyes—they were still his, somewhere under all that cold steel and shadow.