Hiccup 3rd person P.O.V

It felt like it had been minutes of Obsidian flying, but a quick glance upwards told him otherwise. Out of the corner of his eye, Obsidian saw Silhouette elegantly land on the cliff beside him and shift back.

"That was amazing, Calypso. Thank you for doing this, you could have let me die." I'd rather die than not be able to see my family, whispered a thought. Obsidian pushed it to the back of his head. Slowly, The dragon summoned the racing lightning feeling. It was faster than the few other times, and suddenly he was sitting down as Hiccup.

"You're getting pretty good at that." Calypso smiled, looking up at the clouds. "...Thanks." Hiccup replied, wondering if she was being genuine. "Are you ready to try camouflage mode?" Calypso asked, still looking at the grey sky. Hiccup nodded, remembering the Light Fury. "All I have to do is a fireball, right?" He asked, getting up.

Calypso snorted. "Nope. I'm pretty sure you have to utilise the storm, for a Night Fury. The tribe's book is a little outdated." She stood up, and stretched out her arms. "Are you tired yet?" She asked absentmindedly.

Hiccup was still thinking about 'utilising the storm' or whatever so the question caught him off guard. "Absolutely not. Do you know how it feels to fly on a dragon? It's great, but it's got NOTHING on being able to do this." He answered truthfully, gesturing vaguely with his hands. The only way it could be improved was with Toothless, but Hiccup pushed that thought back.

"Alright. This is a pretty easy part. Camouflaging takes energy, and for some newbies the invisibility only lasts a few seconds. Mine lasts as long as I want it to. But I have a feeling you can hold it. All you have to do when you're up in the clouds is speak to them." Calypso said, right before she quickly shifted. "What's that supposed to mean?" Hiccup asked, shifting. In the midst of the conversation, he still felt a little bit of boy-ish excitement at the feeling of racing lightning.

"Guess you'll just have to find out." Silhouette smirked before diving below towards the water. Obsidian watched her gracefully dip the tip of her stunning leaf-shaped wing into the cold seawater, then turn around mid air and do the same with the other wing. With a blink and you'll miss it move, Silhouette dipped her body underwater, her grey and white scales sparkling. Obsidian saw the glint of her golden eyes disappear as it seemed as if she were disintegrating.

With a steely, determined expression, Obsidian spread his wings. He leapt, not so gracefully, off the cliff and furiously flapped towards the thunderstorm ahead. The blinding flashes of lightning were much more frequent now, accompanied by booming claps of thunder. Obsidian closed his eyes, trusting his senses to guide him.

Feeling a little stupid, he concentrated his ears to try and hear if the storm was reaching out to him. However, it was the voices inside his head that stood out. Hundreds of repeating voices slammed into his mind at once, causing the night fury to growl.

'fire angry burn thunder' Were some of the snake-like words he could make out. But Obsidian kept his head, trying to stay calm. "Together, we can create these. You can be empowered." He spoke as if a voice was possessing him. Obsidian was so panicked, he was calm. 'fury...burn? Death?' They we're speaking in unison now, excited by the possible concepts. "No. Not death. You can do something powerful. You can help make a difference in my life. I bet you haven't seen a fury in a while?" Obsidian spoke slyly, trying to trick the lightning voices. 'fury...difference?' They spoke as if the word was unfamiliar, but welcome. "Yes. Together." The voices fell silent, and the night fury wondered if he had offended them.

Suddenly, it felt as if he were on fire. Obsidian felt as if he was watching two perspectives, one of himself roaring in agony, and the other surrounded by pale blue lightning, his body growing green, as if he were an alpha. The Night Fury let out a roar, and the sensation disappeared. He slowly descended from inside the cloud blanket, and desperately headed back to the cliff. He could see an odd golden shape sitting there.

Collapsing on the cool rock of the cliff, he noticed the golden shape was the outline of the now invisible Silhouette. Obsidian looked down to see a familiar forest green outline surrounding himself. Despite being exhausted, he was happy. Silhouette barked a friendly growl at him, which he interpreted as "Are you ready to go?". Obsidian growled back a tired yes.

The Night fury watched his companion take to the air, and in a couple of seconds he followed. The sea air was lovely in his face, and they moved a a quick pace against the mountain. Obsidian noticed it was much quicker flying in between the mountains than walking through the tunnel.

Within a few minutes of blissful silence as they flew together and admired the view of the dappled red, orange and yellow treetops, Obsidian noticed New Berk, straight ahead. He glanced at Silhouette, who had an expression of steel on her face. Am I ready to do this?...Yes. I am. I can finally see Astrid. But I can't see her like this. I can't bear to see her grieving, with no doubt in her mind that I've been killed by a bear or something. And I can't shift back and suddenly explain to her why I look ten years younger and suddenly have another leg. Maybe if we watch this speech, and figure out information, Calypso can give me a plant or something.

Obsidian followed Silhouette's golden outline as she glided down to an empty spot, under a pleasant looking oak tree. The centre of town had been set up with a circular stage, with an incredible amount of light and lanterns to give anyone a headache at dusk. As Obsidian looked up, he fondly remembered the pink and orange sunsets that would often fall over New Berk. Hundreds of townsfolk had gathered around the stage, standing.

It seemed as if they had just got there in time, as Obsidian recognised a familiar amplified voice. "SNOTLOUT, NEW BERK'S MOST FEROCIOUS WARRIOR, IS PROUD TO PRESENT THE NEW CHEIF OF BERK!" Snoutlout's unpleasant voice rang out over the crowds. Obsidian heard moans, and even saw Silhouette grimacing and clawing at her ears.

As the curtains pulled back, Obsidian wondered who had replaced him within the span of a few days. Maybe Fishlegs, or possibly one of his children. The stage was empty, until an especially bright lantern was shone onto the two figures standing on the stage.

At that moment, Obsidian felt his heart filling with disappointment, anger, and straight up despair.

Because the figure standing on the stage was his wife, Astrid. And Obsidian couldn't tear his eyes away as she planted a kiss firmly on Snoutlout's cheek.