章節 19: Chapter 11: Reunions and Homecoming
The storm's fury continued unabated, the swirling barrier behind them pulsing with elemental power. The group hovered in tense silence, the weight of the situation pressing on them. The moment between Stoick and Valka had softened the atmosphere, but there was still an air of uncertainty, particularly surrounding Nyx and Chaos.
Valka turned back to Lyra, her green eyes sharp and probing. "Are you certain? Is it truly impossible to speak with Nyx now? If I could just reason with him, perhaps I could help. These storms—they're affecting more than this island. The balance of everything here is at stake."
Lyra met Valka's gaze steadily, her calm demeanor unwavering. "It's not just impossible," she said, her voice firm but respectful. "It's dangerous. If you try to force your way in, and Nyx doesn't notice and stop Chaos, you will die."
Chaos, standing nearby with its molten gold patterns pulsing faintly, lifted its head proudly as if to punctuate Lyra's words. The massive dragon's chest expanded slightly, its glowing eyes locking onto Valka as though silently reinforcing the warning.
Snotlout broke the silence with a nervous chuckle, trying to ease the tension. "So… just to be clear… forcing your way in is off the table, right? Because I'd rather not end up a crispy Snotlout."
Fishlegs, his voice shaky but thoughtful, chimed in. "The aura Chaos emitted earlier—it's not just overwhelming, it's absolute. If Nyx isn't controlling Chaos, there's no telling what it might do."
Stoick let out a long, measured sigh. He stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Valka's shoulder. "There's nothing we can do about it, Valka," he said, his tone gentle but resolute. "If Lyra says Nyx isn't ready, then we have to trust her. Forcing a meeting now will only make things worse—for Nyx, for Chaos, and for us."
Valka hesitated, her gaze flickering between Lyra, Chaos, and the swirling barrier. Finally, she nodded, her shoulders sagging slightly as she exhaled. "You're right. As much as it pains me to admit it… you're right."
Stoick's face softened, and a faint smile touched his lips. "Come back to Berk with us," he urged, his voice warm with conviction. "The village—it's just as you envisioned it. The people are happy, strong, and united. They've thrived in ways you always dreamed of."
Valka's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flicker of longing crossing her features. "Berk…" she murmured, almost to herself. Her gaze turned toward Hiccup, her expression conflicted.
"It's true, Mom," Hiccup said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Berk isn't perfect, but it's a home. And I think you'd be proud of what it's become."
For a moment, Valka remained silent, her mind racing. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Very well," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "I will come back."
As the group began to turn their dragons to leave, a sudden shift in Chaos's demeanor stopped them in their tracks.
The Cosmic Dragon's head snapped toward the barrier, its molten patterns flaring brightly. It let out a low, rumbling growl that resonated in the air. Before anyone could react, Chaos launched itself forward, disappearing into the swirling elemental dome in the blink of an eye.
"What just happened?" Astrid asked, her voice laced with confusion.
"I don't know," Fishlegs said, frantically scribbling in his notebook. "But that was… abrupt."
"Maybe Nyx called for Chaos," Lyra suggested, her gaze fixed on the barrier, her expression thoughtful.
Hiccup nodded, stroking Toothless's neck absently. "It makes sense. If their bond is as deep as you've said, Nyx might have needed Chaos for something."
The group waited in uneasy silence, their dragons shifting nervously beneath them. After what felt like an eternity, Chaos reappeared. Its massive wings spread wide as it emerged from the barrier, descending slowly toward Lyra.
Chaos descended gracefully from the barrier, its massive form moving with an effortless elegance that belied its size. In its massive talons, something small and reflective glinted in the light.
The group watched in a silence thick with awe and trepidation, their dragons shifting uneasily. Chaos landed with a smoothness that seemed impossible for something of its size, its wings folding neatly against its back. Its molten eyes turned its focus to Lyra. With deliberate care, it extended a claw, revealing a small yet exquisite object resting in its grip—a dagger.
Lyra's breath caught as she stepped forward, her movements slow. Her crystalline green eyes locked onto the weapon.
Then, with trembling hands, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the blade's hilt before lifting it from Chaos's grasp.
The dagger was unlike any she had ever seen. Its blade was crafted with the same obsidian-black and crystalline design as Nyx's sword, its surface smooth yet sharp, reflecting faint, otherworldly patterns. The hilt was adorned with intricate elemental symbols each glowing softly, as though the elements themselves acknowledged its significance. The scabbard bore Nyx's emblem: a crystal surrounded by swirling elements, etched with such precision that it seemed almost alive.
"This…" Lyra whispered, her voice trembling. She turned the dagger over in her hands, marveling at the craftsmanship, the balance, the energy it seemed to radiate. "This is his. It's Nyx's dagger."
Chaos let out a low, melodic rumble, its molten-gold eyes fixed on Lyra. The sound was not one of warning but approval, as if confirming her words.
Astrid, perched atop Stormfly, leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze flicking between Lyra and the dagger. "Why did he give you this?" she asked, her tone cautious but probing.
Lyra didn't answer immediately. Her gaze remained on the blade, her fingers brushing over the glowing elemental symbols on the hilt. She could feel it—the weight of the dagger.
Finally, she looked up, her expression thoughtful, her lips parting as though she was about to speak. But instead, a faint smile tugged at her lips, soft and tinged with something unspoken.
"Maybe," she began, her voice quiet but steady, "he noticed I didn't have a weapon."
Chaos rumbled softly, the sound resonating in the still air. It wasn't just a response—it was an acknowledgment.
Astrid raised a brow, her curiosity still piqued. "That's all? He just decided you needed a weapon now?"
Fishlegs, who had been clutching his notebook tightly, tilted his head. "But why now, after all this? He could have given it to you at any time. Why now, after the storm, after everything?"
Lyra's eyes returned to the dagger, her fingers tracing its intricate design with care. She thought for a moment, her expression softening as she pieced together her own answer.
"Well…" she began, her voice carrying a hint of wry amusement, "I did leave after saying exactly what I wanted to say to him." She paused, glancing up at Chaos. "Maybe this is his way of saying he listened."
There was a brief silence, the group digesting her words.
Astrid crossed her arms, her lips twitching into a smirk. "You sure he's not just making sure you're armed for the next argument?"
Lyra chuckled softly, her green eyes glinting with humor. "Perhaps. But if that's the case, I'll take it as progress."
Chaos tilted its head slightly, its golden patterns pulsing faintly as if amused by the exchange.
Lyra stepped closer to Chaos, holding the dagger up slightly. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that resonated even in the quiet.
Chaos let out another soft rumble, its molten-gold eyes meeting Lyra's with what could only be described as approval. The massive dragon shifted slightly, lowering its head toward her, the gesture both regal and protective.
The massive dragon stepped back, tilting its head toward the stormy sky. With a deep, resonant roar, Chaos unleashed a final surge of energy, dispelling the storm. The sky above transformed, the heavy clouds parting to reveal the sun's golden rays spilling over the ocean, bathing the scene in warmth and light.
The Riders, still perched on their dragons, watched in awe. The abrupt shift from chaos to calm was a powerful reminder of the Cosmic Dragon's sheer control over the elements.
"I'll never get used to that," Fishlegs muttered, shaking his head as he scribbled frantically in his notebook. "It's like the storm just… listened to it."
"It's not just listening," Lyra said softly, looking up at Chaos with a mixture of reverence and affection. "Chaos is the storm. It's not controlling the elements—it is the elements."
Astrid let out a low whistle, her sharp eyes scanning the now-quiet skies. "That's… something else. No wonder Nyx trusts it so much."
"Yeah, yeah," Snotlout grumbled, though there was a hint of grudging respect in his tone. "It's cool. But can we get back to Berk now? I'm starving, and I think we've had enough near-death experiences for one day."
The group shared a brief chuckle before turning their dragons toward home. As they soared toward Berk, the dagger in Lyra's hands felt less like a weapon and more like a promise—a silent acknowledgment that, even in his isolation, Nyx was still protecting her. Still connected. And for Lyra, that was enough. For now.
As the dragons descended into the village square, the townsfolk gathered quickly, their faces a mixture of curiosity and concern. Thornado landed first, and Stoick dismounted with a commanding presence, his boots hitting the cobblestone with purpose. He raised a hand, signaling the crowd to quiet.
"Valka has returned!" he bellowed, his voice filled with pride and emotion.
For a moment, the square was still, the villagers frozen as they processed his words. Then a murmur spread through the crowd like ripples in water.
"Valka?" one older man whispered, his eyes wide. "Stoick's Valka? The one from the stories?"
Before long, the whispers turned into a chorus of exclamations.
"She's alive?"
"After all this time?"
"Impossible!"
Valka dismounted her Stormcutter with quiet grace, her auburn hair catching the light as she stepped onto the cobblestones. Her green eyes scanned the crowd, a mixture of awe and trepidation in her gaze. The villagers, seeing her for the first time, hesitated.
But then, an middle aged woman near the front gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "It is you!" she cried, stepping forward with surprising speed for her age. Her face broke into a wide smile. "Valka, it's me—Idris! Do you remember me? We used to sew the banners together for the harvest festivals!"
Valka's expression softened, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she took a step toward the woman. "Idris… yes, of course. I remember." Her voice was warm, tinged with nostalgia.
The crowd began to stir, their initial shock giving way to joy. People surged forward, children weaving between the adults to get a better look.
"It really is her!" a young man exclaimed.
"I can't believe she's alive!"
A middle-aged man stepped forward, his face lighting up with recognition. "Valka! I remember you from the old days. You helped me rescue my sheep from that cliff when we were kids!" He laughed, shaking his head. "You haven't aged a day!"
Valka chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're too kind," she said, though a faint blush touched her cheeks.
Children darted around the dragons, their laughter ringing through the air as they marveled at the majestic creatures. One brave girl approached Stormcutter, her small hand reaching out cautiously. The dragon lowered its head, allowing her to touch its smooth scales, earning delighted giggles from the other children.
Stoick stepped closer to Valka, his proud smile broadening as he watched the scene unfold. "It's everything you dreamed it would be, Valka," he said, his deep voice carrying a rare gentleness. "A home where dragons and people live together, side by side. They're not just surviving—they're thriving."
Valka's green eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked around. The bustling square, the harmony between villagers and dragons, the laughter of children—it was everything she had ever hoped for but never thought she'd see.
"It's… beautiful," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the cheers and chatter.
"Beautiful doesn't even cover it!" Gobber interjected, stomping forward with his usual boisterous energy. He grinned broadly, his arms outstretched. "Valka, you've been gone so long you've missed all the excitement! Dragons everywhere, Stoick turning into a softie for the beasts—it's been quite the adventure!"
The villagers laughed, the tension fully melting into lighthearted joy.
"Softie?" Stoick grumbled, though there was no heat in his tone. "I'll have you know I've tamed the wildest dragon in Berk!"
Gobber raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh aye? And which one's that? Hiccup?"
The crowd erupted into laughter as Hiccup flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Valka, watching the exchange, laughed softly—a sound she hadn't heard from herself in years. For the first time in decades, the weight of her past felt lighter, replaced by the warmth of the present.
One of the children, emboldened by the joyous atmosphere, ran up to Valka and held out a small flower—a bright yellow dandelion. "For you," the child said shyly.
Valka knelt, her eyes soft as she accepted the flower. "Thank you," she said, her voice gentle. "It's lovely."
The child beamed, running back to their friends with a triumphant grin.
Stoick turned to Valka, his expression softening further. "This is your home, Valka. It always has been."
Valka glanced at him, her smile faltering slightly as emotion welled up. "I never thought I'd see it again," she admitted, her voice thick with gratitude.
Stoick placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm and reassuring. "You're here now. That's all that matters."
The crowd cheered again, their excitement infectious. For the villagers of Berk, the return of Valka was not just a reunion—it was a celebration, a testament to the strength of family and the resilience of their home.
As the sun began to set over the bustling square, casting everything in a warm golden glow, Valka allowed herself to hope that this was only the beginning of something new.
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