Two years ago, I changed my whole tribe's way of living. We went from killing dragons to riding them. I gained not only the admiration and acceptance of my tribe, but a best friend. The end of the war and the beginning of an era of Vikings on the backs of dragons gave us a lot more freedom.
I used that freedom to explore new islands. But one day I went too far. I'm not on Berk anymore. I'm not even in the same world. Somehow, Toothless and I have become lost in time.