MODERN DAY - NO DRAGONS

August 25, 2026, 7:00AM.

The Dragon Gang— Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Guest. They all went to a boarding school together. What happened? Hiccup's father— Stoick, thought that Hiccup needed more discipline and decided to send him to a boarding school. Hiccup told the others about this and they all collectively decided to go with Hiccup, nobody went alone anywhere or got separated.

The boarding school— Blackstone Academy, a school in the Scottish Highlands. It was away from civilization and surrounded by nothing but thick trees of a forest, despite it the school alone looked like a whole castle. The academy sits atop windswept cliffs overlooking a cold, gray sea. Dense pine forests, ancient ruins, and rolling moors surround the campus, and fog blankets the grounds for much of the year. The nearest village is over an hour away, so students rarely leave except during breaks. Storms frequently roll in from the sea, making the castle feel cut off from the rest of the world.

The group arrived in taxi's and hopped out, carrying their luggage and wearing the school uniform since the academy had dorms they'll be in. The gang stuck close together as they walked inside the academy, it was like stepping in another world— It felt less like a school and more like an ancient fortress that has quietly watched over the coastline for hundreds of years. It was a centuries-old Gothic boarding school where storms rarely cease and the halls never seem truly empty. Its towering spires, endless corridors, and candlelit classrooms are steeped in whispered legends. Portraits watch from the walls, bells ring without warning, and locked doors are sometimes found standing open. By day, it is an elite academy; by night, the castle awakens with restless spirits, strange whispers, and secrets buried deep within its ancient stone walls.

The rules were.. Odd. Rule one: NEVER go outside at night. That one was odd, especially because it was underlined three times. But nobody bothered questioning it as students moved around in the halls, the uniforms weren't too bad though— tailored black blazer with silver buttons with white button up shirts, paired with black skirt or trousers with ties or bowties. With knee-high socks or tights, with polished black Oxford shoes or Mary Jane's.

The gang stood there by the front entrance and glanced around at their surroundings, then the headmaster— Mrs. Ottosen, a woman in her late forties. Dressed in a long black coat with the academy crest embroidered in silver, she offered a calm welcome She came to the gang with a polite smile and greeted them, her hands clasped together behind her back. Before giving one unusual warning. Her greeting was.. Odd too.

Mrs. Ottosen: Welcome to Blackstone Academy. It has stood for centuries. Respect its rules, and the castle will shelter you. Ignore them… and it may remember your name.

She said with a smile which made the gang give her weird looks, sharing glances with each other in a silent question. But nobody wanted to make a bad first impression and they gave a reluctant nod, the headmaster nodded back and started explaining how things worked around in the school. While the gang stood there and listened.