EPILOGUE
A Night Fury and a Viking soared through the misty skies of Grimdel Isles many months later, gliding skillfully between the sharp rocks that jutted out from the water. A barren island rose out of the fog and the dragon angled toward it. He landed gracefully in a clearing that was surrounded by scorched trees. Caves lined the great cliffs.
The Viking slid off the dragon's back. He walked with a slight limp, his left foot replaced with a prosthetic.
"Where are we?" he asked.
The Night Fury's form shifted, its wings and scales disappearing until a teenage boy with wild black hair stood in its place.
"This," he said quietly, "was my home. It is now the resting place of two of the greatest clans in Barbaric Archipelago."
In the caves, the skeletons of dragons lay curled as if trapped in an eternal slumber.
Toothless made his way into the back of the cave. There was a small hollow in the ground big enough for two Night Fury fledglings to sleep. A small skeleton was curled up inside, its head tucked into its paws. Toothless knelt in front of it and placed a hand on its head. He brought out the bracer he'd carried with him all these years and tucked it under its paws.
A shadow flashed across the cave wall. It stopped in front of the skeleton and flared its wings before dissipating into nothing.
Toothless bowed his head. "May the winds guide you, Nira."
He stood and walked silently out of the cave. Hiccup was waiting for him. He hugged him tightly as Toothless blinked back tears.
"Come on," Toothless said. He mustered a smile. "They're waiting for us."
They launched into the air, boy and dragon, friends, brothers, and without a backward glance, they left behind them the weight of their past and flew onward into the dawn.
END