In the cold, northern reaches of the archipelago, a heavily armed ship scoured through the frozen waters. On board, a soldier questioned his comrade about the coming quest.

"Why are we even out here, anyway?! I think the cold is seeping into my bones!" he complained as his partner shot him a look.

"If the Warlords are to succeed and command the world's greatest dragon army, those pesky 'Dragon Riders' must be taken out of the picture." He explained. "Jelena has heard legends of something sleeping in the ice for thousands of years. She believes that we can command it and use it to destroy those brats once and for all. The cold's the least of your worries!"

"What do those legends say about it? Does it listen to anyone?"

His partner shrugged. "All she could tell me was that it was a destructive force and that it was seemingly unstoppable. It could turn everything it saw into ash and rubble. It will seemingly raze Berk to the ground… and obliterate those fools."

"This all better be worth it, then."

"Silence!" a voice rang out across the ship, bringing the crew to attention. At the ship's stern, Jelena the Just, a commander of the Warlords had a fist held up. "We have arrived."

…

Jelena and her soldiers navigated through a series of frozen tunnels with markings that she had not bothered to decipher. Obviously, they served as warnings; which was the last thing she needed. But they were not the only thing trying to keep her away from her goal. The legends and other material featuring the beast spoke of it as unholy, fearsome and overall something that never belonged.

They warned her to stay away from its resting place, lest it unleash devastation on the world. She refused to budge to such nonsense. She and the rest of the Warlords would make this creature submit to them… and the only thing that would be devastated would be the young chief of Berk and all he adored.

The tunnels led to a massive column of ice the size of a mountain. But it was not the sheer size of the ice that intrigued Jelena and her men… it was what lay within.

The shadow of a serpentine figure lay frozen within, its snake-like necks and broad wings appearing almost fake. Three heads were posed in attack-like patterns, two bludgeon-tip tails appearing as menacing as the rest of it. It was… remarkable.

Jelena had never caught this creature's name, for it was never said in the legends. Nicknames, however, varied. The Devil, the Death Song Of Three Storms, and a name that reverberated across the rest: The One Who Is Many.

She couldn't help but smile. This was perfect. An ultimate weapon, an ancient force that made all who knew of it shiver in fear. And it now belonged to her; to the Warlords. The Rider's fates, as well as all of Berk, had been sealed at last.

"Find the weak points in the ice." She ordered her men. "Set up catapults with incendiary ammunition at those positions… then wait for my order."

They rushed off without a second thought… though Jelena thought she caught a glimpse of uneasiness and worry on a few of their faces. They knew this thing was dangerous… well, dangerous if not used properly.

One by one, catapults were loaded up with explosive barrels and rolled into formation. With a devious smirk as triumph was at hand, Jelena raised a hand high…

…and closed it into a fist.

Explosions echoed throughout the caverns as catapults flung their ammo at the ice's weak points. It cracked, shuddered apart and broke away as ice clumps collapsed onto the ground and a massive growl rumbled like an earthquake. The shadow slowly began to restore consciousness and move around as soldiers began to make a run for it. Shouting an order to return to the surface, Jelena bolted to finally meet her desired weapon.

Above ground, the massive ice sheet crumbled and caved in on itself, revealing a hideous yellowish glow underneath. Jelena emerged onto the surface as the last of the ice fell away, revealing a large crater-like hole. Her soldiers stood ready with weapons drawn. Striding past them, she spread her arms gracefully and called out.

"Oh, great One Who Is Many!" she bellowed out. "I, Jelena the Just, have awakened you from your restless slumber! I am aware of your great, immense power and I ask of you a favor on behalf of the Warlords!"

There was no response, as the hole seemed empty. The yellow glow remained.

"We have a common enemy!" she announced boldly. "One lousy island and a high-flying team stands in the way of the Warlords' ultimate triumph! Come forth, and I shall pledge my allegiance to you! Together, we shall raze Berk and all who follow it to ash!"

The yellow light flickered in reply, making Jelena smile. "Does this mean you agree, great one?"

A large, gold mace-like tail rose from the depths and extended its spikes as clinging remnants of ice fell from it. The creature hissed as its second tail repeated these actions… and one gold dragon head emerged from the ground.

The soldiers backed away nervously, their eyes wide in fear and mouths open in shock. Two similar heads rose from the deep hole, the right one shaking loose ice off. The left one sniffed the air as yellow lightning flashed around its body. The middle one slowly bared its teeth and opened its malevolent eyes.

All three heads growled in unison as they all grew awake. As they noticed their surroundings, the growls increased as two massive gold wings erupted from the ice. The soldiers, frightened for their lives, scattered back a safe distance as Jelena followed their motion and stood behind them, never taking her eyes off the creature.

"One Who Is Many! Hear me!" she called out. "You are free at last, all because the Warlords have need of you! They have sent me out to release you so that we can finally-"

The three dragon-like heads shrieked out in response, as if they cared more about their freedom more than her words. Their necks began to glow with yellow electricity as they rose up to face the humans. The middle one opened its mouth wide, causing Jelena to gasp in shock and a soldier to lower his weapons.

"Oh sh-"

With a loud screech, three yellow beams of electricity shot forth from the creature's heads, blasting the ground and vaporizing all of Jelena's men instantly. As she heard their screams and cries of agony, she was thrown back by the force of the beams and landed on her back. Scrambling to her feet, she realized with horror about what the legends spoke of.

The One Who Is Many could not be reasoned with. It cared not for alliances; only for death and destruction. It was a force greater than any natural disaster in the history of the world.

The beams lashed out, slicing through the icy landscape like swords through flesh as Jelena ran for her ship. She didn't care if she left anyone, if anyone was still alive, behind to suffer from this monster. She had to warn the War-

An electric beam struck the ship, blowing it to wooden splinters and metal scraps. She heard the creature screech in rage, indicating it had spotted her trying to escape. She whirled around to see its throats glowing yellow once more…

…and stop, all heads looking around in confusion. The right one bent down to the ground, its forked tongue poking the ground. Annoyed, the middle one snapped at it while the left head examined the air. Jelena collapsed behind a destroyed dragon cage, exhausted from her escape.

And that's when it happened. To Jelena's right, the ice broke apart and was sent flying as a mysterious blue glow appeared in its place. Noticing this, the three heads swiveled around to meet this newcomer. The body moved to face the direction of the glow as something rose from the cold sea.

Jelena was beginning to lose consciousness, yet she managed to stay awake. The creature's tails shook like a rattlesnake as the middle head screeched a warning.

The sapphire glow brightened as a new large figure emerged from the ocean. All Jelena could make out as that it was dark in color, had a strong tail to balance its massive body… and wingless, meaning it was no dragon. The blue glow originated from strange spike-like formations on its backside. Cool air billowed like smoke from its nostrils as it stood tall, staring down the gold, winged being. The three heads hissed as the creature spread its wings above itself to make it appear taller, lightning crackling around it. The newcomer wasn't fazed by this act, grimacing at its foe purposely.

Then Jelena heard it as exhaustion overpowered her. A terrible sound that echoed like thunder. Loud enough to shake the very earth and crumble mountains. It was the very last thing she heard before the world around her faded to blackness.

SSKKRRREEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNK!