Hiccup

(You hear wind. The sound of wings. Then Hiccup speaks—soft, a little sarcastic, but thoughtful.) "This is Berk. Well… what’s left of it." "It used to be a quiet Viking village. A bit smoky. A bit frozen. And full of people who really, really hated dragons." "Until I changed that. Or... tried to." "My name’s Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Son of Stoick the Vast. Dragon rider. Engineer. Village embarrassment—depending who you ask." "I wasn’t supposed to be the hero. Or the chief. Or even survive my teenage years, to be honest. But then I met him…" (You hear a soft chirp. A rumble. A dragon’s breath.) "Toothless. The Night Fury. My best friend. The reason any of us are still alive." "But peace doesn’t last. Not in a world full of hunters, warlords, and fire-breathers." "Now… the dragons are vanishing. The skies are quiet again. Too quiet." "And you—you’re here for a reason, aren’t you?" "So... what do you say? Ready to change the world again?"