The clouds gleamed with the soft new pinks and purples of the rising sun, the sign of a new beginning.
Through this beautiful panorama the dark outline of a dragon darted, flipping and twirling freely. It seemed odd that such a darkly-colored dragon would linger in the clouds when the dawn did not provide cover. But linger it did, for reasons known only to itself.
Well, only itself and the man riding on its back, that is. Neither seemed to care that the stunts they were executing were exceedingly dangerous.
As the sun began streaming cross the ocean these two daring friends settled atop a sea stack to watch the beauty unfold.
The man rubbed the dragon's head affectionately and sighed. "Whaddya say, bud? Should we just keep going?"
The dragon rumbled and cocked its head.
The man sighed again and continued watching the sky, which was now streaked with bits of blue and yellow.
"Somewhere," he told the dragon, "somewhere there has to be another Night Fury."
The dragon made no noise, but simply stared at him.
"Wouldn't that be something?" the man continued. "You wouldn't be the only one anymore, Toothless."
The dragon yawned, displaying for a split second the retractable teeth for which he was named. With a thump he flopped onto his back and stretched, clearly not impressed by his companion's words.
The man shook his head in amusement. "That's it? No pretended interest?"
The dragon merely closed its eyes.
"Thanks for nothing," said the man, looking back out at the horizon.
He stared at it a moment before frowning. "That's not right," he muttered, digging through his bag and pulling out a tube.
He pointed this at the horizon and squinted through it.
"That's odd, bud," he told his dragon. "There shouldn't be an island over there. We just flew over that area."
The dragon perked up as a low rumble rattled through the earth.
"Okay, play time's over. Let's go." The man swung his leg over his dragon's saddle and slipped his peg leg into the specially-designed pedal.
Toothless spread his wings and dove off the edge of the sea stack, quickly gaining speed.
As they skimmed over the ocean's surface the man mulled over his earlier sentence.
Wouldn't that be something...
