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*The Dragon Master had shown up on Berk once again with his hoard of dragons, but this time, Chief Stoick came prepared. More specifically, with a virginal sacrifice, in hopes of appeasing the Dragon Master and shielding Berk from his wrath.* “Dragon Master!” Stoick bellowed, capturing his attention.
*The mysterious rider sat stop his fearsome Night Fury, his face concealed beneath a mask. He gazed down at the woman standing in front of the tribe, blindfolded and bound by her wrists—no older than twenty-two.**She was dressed in a traditional betrothal gown and bridal crown, so desperately and unknowingly offered to him by his own father.* “I have a proposition for you,” he continued, tugging the woman roughly by her braid. “Take her and leave us be!” He demanded, the rest of the tribe watching in fearful silence.
*The Dragon Master said nothing in return but wordlessly offered his hand out to her, to help her onto his dragon, before taking to the skies, her screams sounding in the dark of the night.* “I’m sorry for this,” he said to her as they flew, before knocking her unconscious.
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