The turbulence sent a wave of heat over Berk, warming each warrior as a mother's gentle voice and compliments for her children. Everyone stared at the figure of a glowing white dragon. It stood still in the wavy ocean, being taller than the statue it stood by and almost wider than the distance from the statue to the other.
Neither Berkian nor Drago's men could see anything as the blinding light melted together with the rising sun east of Berk. But then the light faded and whispers and mutters changed the silent atmosphere on the island. The sun lit up the darkness cast over the west and the dragon figure was revealed even further as it approached the land.
The Good Alpha rose from the ocean, appearing on the opposite side of the Evil Alpha. It roared threateningly at the current Alpha, hissing through gritted teeth. Small puffs of bright smoke left its mouth, sending cold waves through the air.
Both Alphas met gaze with eyes like daggers pointed at one another.
"Nothing can ever get too easy in life, now can it?" Drago chuckled, looking up at the alpha with a sly smile.
"As if you even have a life," Astrid mumbled after breaking through her shock of the arrival. Deep inside, she couldn't believe it was alive. She had witnessed with her own eyes, witnessed the alpha fall, witnessed its body lay deadly still. And now, it was back, but she was still, as anyone else, looking for the reason to why.
In the situation they were in, it could be many reasons. Reasons such as the bond between the Good Alpha's followers and human allies or the reason to give them a slight advantage in the war? But what kind of advantage could it be? The alpha had, obviously as Astrid would say, come back like Drago, to finish what was started, but as a spirit.
The Berkians started cheering, hope finally rising in them. Not everyone had witnessed the whole spirit scenario with Alvin, but those who had stayed deadly silent and observed each other's faces with their eyes.
"Why is everyone cheering?" Snotlout asked, looking around.
"Leave them be," Stoick said. "Not everyone knows what's going on, but maybe it's best that way."
"I agree," Fishlegs stepped in, finally having caught up with them. "But what do we do chief? You know just as much as we do, there's no way the Alpha can fight Drago's Bewilderbeast!"
Stoick eyed the teenagers and took a deep breath. "We'll fight for this island," he sighed. "We will fight for what Hiccup always fought for," he looked at Drago. "Peace."
The teenagers nodded in agreement, turning their weapons to their enemy. The cheering died down and Berkians stood ready.
Valka walked up behind Stoick, holding her staff tightly. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. "I'll try to catch the Alpha's attention. Maybe then, we can control it again," she spoke, looking at her previously deceased king. Stoick nodded her off with silent expressions as he got ready for what was to come.
Drago turned his attention back on the chief after hearing the previous conversation. He chuckled, stopping the couple from separating to a far distance from one another. "There's no need, to even try, chief," He snickered. "Your Alpha has its new master now."
"What are you talking about?" Stoick growled, holding his axe up in case of a surprise attack.
Drago turned back around, pointing his staff up at the Good Alpha's face. He grinned as he felt another source of power coming from the dragon. His staff led everyone's attention to the Bewilderbeast, and everyone waited. Different thoughts filling each of their minds.
Bright, glowing blue eyes revealed itself in the shadows between the dragon's protruding spikes. They lit up the shadows, but did nothing more than reveal the pair of eyes, staring down at them all as if observing the crowd.
Drago bowed, lowering his staff.
The bright eyes lowered to meet the man's frame and glared because of the teasingly manner.
"Oh, Great Dragon Master," Drago looked up as he spoke. "Please, have a reunion with your precious tribe." He stepped away, pinning his staff to the ground.
"Sorry Drago, can't do," A familiar voice spoke and the figure stepped out of the shadows. The light hit the auburn haired boy as he walked down the dragon's tusk, holding a staff similar to Valka's over his shoulder. "My time here is limited."
Astrid looked up the minute she heard the voice. His voice. She subconsciously stepped forward, unknown of her surroundings as the boy she had watched, spent his last seconds with in his arms, stepped out of the shadows and revealed his form. Her voice cracked, but she paid no attention and kept whispering. "Hiccup."
Hiccup jumped off the dragon's tusk, swinging his staff by his feet playfully as if it weighed nothing more than a feather does; though it looked quite the opposite.
"And while I'm here, I'll have to kindly ask you to leave," he stopped walking and stood a foot away from Drago without even taking a second glance at the ones surrounding them. Drago snorted.
"That didn't work too well last time did it?" Drago replied.
"Maybe not," Hiccup chuckled. "But I have to admit, I'm happy with the outcome of it. Because now…I have the power to defeat you."
Drago burst out laughing.
"You, the scrawny disappointment of Stoick the Vast," Drago pointed his staff at Stoick as if marking his words. "Defeating the conqueror of this world?"
"The only thing he needs to conquer is his breath," Stoick huffed, waving a hand in front of his nose. Hiccup gave a small smile at his father's joke, but shortly pulled his attention back at his enemy. His body relaxed but his expression changed.
His veins down his arm and hand glowed a bright blue. He clenched his fist as the power moved to his other arm and down his hand to the staff, sending blue vibrations of light down to the end of it.
"I'll repeat it one more time," Hiccup growled. "Get your men and leave."
"But I can't do that," Drago chuckled, his laughter slowly dying. "I am way too curious about your way of power. You see boy, you forgot one thing. I got my power from Loki, the god, himself. You don't stand a chance against me."
"News flash Drago," Hiccup spat his name. "You forgot one thing too," he smirked, holding his staff above his head as he kept his gaze locked on his target. "Loki has a brother."
And with that, he slammed his staff to the ground.