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The dragon's wings trembled as memories flashed through his mind—ocean wind, then darkness. Now thousands of Viking eyes were fixed on him, their whispers sharp as steel. Among them were six figures, their faces as if they had stepped out of the pages of legend.

The dragon rider woke with a sharp intake of breath, his vision blurring as he saw the sea of ​​Viking faces surrounding him. His heart pounded—he had been captured mid-flight, his freedom confined. Six figures studied him through the fire, their dragons lurking behind him like silent guardians. He clenched his fists. Escape was impossible, but surrender? Never. Now his only goal: outwit them, regain his wings, and take flight again.

The dragon rider awoke half-asleep, his mighty steed stirring beneath him, and around him a sea of ​​Viking faces gaped, frozen in silent awe. Six figures stood out among them—Hiccup, Astrid, and their companions—each with their own legendary dragon. The air was thick with tension, curiosity, and an unspoken challenge.