I didn't know what to think. I looked at Toothless, whose pupils had narrowed into slits. He looked to me, and with a harsh growl, slowly creeped towards me. No, this isn't right. Toothless would NEVER try to hurt me. "Ahh, what did he just tell you to do?" He continued forward, growling at me and baring his teeth. "No, Toothless, stop!" But he didn't stop. He was my beat friend. He would never hurt me. But this was not Toothless. It WAS Toothless, but it wasn't at the same time. He was being used by Drago's Bewilderbeast. The Bad Alpha.
"Snap out of it!" I demanded, hoping to sound stern, but it came out as nothing more than a desperate plea. Oh gods, this was it. I was going to die. This wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. I was going to be killed by my own dragon and best friend.
"HICCUP!" I heard a voice shout in the distance. My father. What was he doing here? Then it hit me. He was going to sacrifice himself to save me. No, I will NOT let him do that. I didn't even think I was worth it. I looked over and saw my dad running in my direction, a desperate look in his eyes. "DAD, NO!" He kept running. Gas built up in Toothless' throat.
I was just about to meet my fate when, just as the gas ignited, I felt something push me out of the way. Or someone. The smoke cleared, revealing a large mass under chunks of ice. If I didn't get hit, then who did? Then it hit me. "DAD!" I ran over. My mother ran over as well. We shoved the ice off the body, revealing it to be my father. No. No, this can't be happening. My mom listened for a heartbeat and looked back at me, a devastated look in her eyes. He was gone.
I put my head down on his body and started sobbing. I felt something nudge my dad's lifeless hand. Toothless. Anger filled my body, and without thinking, I pushed him away. "No, get away from him! Go on, get out of here! GET AWAY!" I put my head down again, not noticing the heartbroken look in my dragon's eyes. He slowly back away. My mother spoke up. "It wasn't his fault, you know. Good dragons under the control of bad people do bad things." I realized she was right. It wasn't Toothless' fault. No, it was Drago's. HE was the one who had killed my father. I looked up in time to see Drago mounting Toothless and taking off into the sky.
I was heartbroken. First I had lost my father, and now my best friend. I sighed. My dad deserved a proper send off to Valhalla. We were going to do that, then go back to Berk and give Drago what he deserves. And, hopefully, get our dragons back.