The creature laid on his paws, sleeping. Beside it, a smaller, more human creature lay under its wings. It was dawn. It was raining. The boy and the dragon lay in perfect comfortable silence. Just like their bond, they were inseparable.
Back on an island, vikings stood around. Their chief fired an arrow at a boat which contained no remains. It was a mournful day. The village dunce was gone. Truly gone. Black scales were found near his blade covered in blood. It could only mean one thing. He was really gone, eaten by a beast as black as night.
The NightFury. The accursed beast. Silent vows were made that day to avenge the boy.
At that moment, all was wrong within the world.
While back on a different island, the boy and dragon awoke and began their day. Playful splashing in the water ensued. It was peaceful and all was right in the world.