My heart beat heavily in my chest as I looked out over the army below us. I was terrified. What were we supposed to do against an army that large? We had a Bewilderbeast on our side, yes, but I feared the odds were too heavy against us. Dragons poured from the mountain, attacking the traps and armored dragons that were advancing on the sanctuary.

Valka, Hiccup, Stoick, and Gobber had already turned to get the help of their dragons. I dashed to Comet, running feverish fingers down her snout, worried by the way they trembled and shook. She snorted, awakening and looking at me curiously.

"The battle has begun," I whispered quietly beside her face. "You have to stay in here. You're injured, and I couldn't stand to lose you." She snorted, attempting to stand up. I pushed down on her shoulder, and she let out a small mewl of sadness, returning to the floor. I stroked her wing, glancing at the injured wingtips. It pained me to force her to stay, but I couldn't risk her going into battle.

"You're too injured, Comet. You can't fly. And I don't want you to be captured...you'll be safer in here. I'll be okay. Valka and Hiccup are out there, they'll protect me. Just stay in here and recover your strength." I kissed her forehead, and she cooed, returning her head to the ground after a small, loving nudge to the side of my face. I traced a finger down her forehead, and touched the amulet around her neck, whispering prayers for good luck.

I stood, and ran into the kitchen area, grabbing a sword from a basket, kept only for dire circumstances. And this situation was dire. My feet found the exit, my mind whirring as I took in the battle scene in front of me. I wished Comet were with me, wished I could have the advantage of the air, but I would not let it discourage me.

I carefully studied the scene, anxiety keeping my feet glued to the ground. I would not charge in randomly, without aim. I would surely be injured, or worse, killed. A Hobblegrunt landed beside me, eyeing me curiously. I ran a hand down its side, and it nudged my arm. I placed a hand on its neck and swung up onto its back. It let out a cry and took into the air, giving me an aerial view of the battle scene. We were outnumbered. The odds were stacked overwhelmingly against us. My heart fell as I saw the ships clustered on our shores.

A small glimmer of hope flared in my chest as I remembered our alpha. As long as the Bewilderbeast was on our side, there was a chance we could survive this onslaught.I took a deep breath, urging the Hobblegrunt closer to the ground. An armored dragon swooped down and latched its metal coated claws onto the neck of the Hobblegrunt, which let out a cry and swung around to battle. In one quick swoop it twisted to face the armored dragon, and I found myself slipping through thin air.

"Comet!" I cried, but my voice caught in my throat. Comet could not help me. Could not hear me. Could not save me. Suddenly I felt something catch my arm, and I grasped onto it, my heart pounding. Cloudjumper glanced down at me, giving a signature hum before placing me down on the ground. I watched as he and Valka raced towards the mountain, and a smile spread across my face as the alpha began to break through the protective ice of the mountain. We were saved.

The Bewilderbeast launched its attack, and the dragons of the sanctuary rallied to its cry. As I watched them swoop down upon Drago's men and traps, I noticed several dragon riders in the fray that I did not recognize. They seemed to be helping our cause. Were they friends of Hiccup? From Berk?

Forcing myself to focus, I glanced across the battlefield, finding a weak spot where only a few traps lay. Dashing over, I attacked the men guarding them, using the hilts of my sword to knock them out, only using the blade to disarm them. I could not bring myself to kill them. With the guards out of the way, I turned to destroying the traps. Snatching up a long piece of wood, I found the smoking remains of a Snuffer trap, and lit the torch on fire. I threw several burning torches onto the unguarded traps, watching them blaze up and crumble apart. I was content to be doing my share.

Then disaster struck.

I heard Drago shout, and the the hairs of my neck stood on end. A heavy surge of water swelled upwards from the shore and my heart stopped beating.

Drago controlled a Bewilderbeast.

Immediately the beast challenged our own Bewilderbeast, and I saw Valka rush to protect our own. I watched in despair as even she could not stop their primal instincts. Brutally they battled, their horns clashing and cracking against one another. I was frozen, unsure if I should do what I could to help our Bewilderbeast or return to destroying traps and freeing dragons. My mind was incapable of deciding. My feet refused to move, my eyes glued to the battle between the great beasts in front of me.

Our Bewilderbeast faltered, the horns of the black beast around its neck, and with a cry, if toppled to the ground.

"NO!" I shouted, running several steps forwards before tripping and falling to my knees. But it was too late. There was nothing to be done. Our Bewilderbeast was gone. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Everyone watched the desolation of our one hope. Silence hung in the air.

The black beast let out a roar, and a deep pain wracked my brain. I stumbled, legs moving instinctively towards the black beast. I fought control of my thoughts, my head splitting with the effort of keeping my own mind. Through my blurry eyes I saw Valka falling from Cloudjumper, but my my eyes slitted and I lost control. Without seeing, without thinking, I moved towards the Bewilderbeast, as if it had taken control of my very willpower. I struggled, seeing the other dragons gathering around, my conscious thought fading in and out.

I fell to my knees before the black Bewilderbeast, my mind focused on nothing more than bowing before my King. The sword fell from my hands and I bowed even lower. The Bewilderbeast moved from us, but my body felt rigid and stiff as stone. I remained bowed, obedient to my master.

I do not know how long I knelt, but I heard a loud war call from Drago, and the Bewilderbeast moved away. Feeling flooded my mind and I stumbled out of my kneeled position, my eyes teared and the light flooding my dilated pupils. I stood for a moment, recovering my senses, trying to remember where I was and what I was doing. Where was Valka? Why was Drago here?

I turned to see where the Bewilderbeast was heading, and my memory came rushing back to me. The beast was advancing upon Hiccup, who was facing down Drago. Alerts went off in my mind and, scooping up my sword, I broke into a run.

"Hiccup!" I called, but I was too far away. I stumbled over the unconscious body of a soldier, and I forced myself to take a deep breath and continue. I had to help him, before Drago hurt him. Or killed him. I watched as Toothless pawed at his face and writhed under the gaze of the black beast. What was happening?

Then Toothless turned. Focused his gaze on Hiccup. Advanced. Terror filled my mind and I ran even faster, the distance between us closing, but not fast enough. From the corner of my eye I saw Stoick, running to Hiccup's aid as well.

Toothless spread his wings. So close. I dashed over the ruins of traps and discarded spears. Stoick was drawing close as well, and for a moment I believed we could save him. Toothless' mouth began to glow, and I knew he was preparing a fireball. Stoick was just feet away. Hiccup had his arms stretched out, trying to hold back both Toothless and his father. The whole scene in front my eyes was unreal, as if this were a dream, no, a nightmare. Time slowed. I knew I was too late.

"Hiccup!" I cried, the words pouring from my mouth in a fevered scream.

A flash of blue. Shards of ice. Silence.