It had been months of training with different dragons. You always found it funny to look at these dragons in the hands of their handler, because you knew these dragons used to be hunted by humans.

But soon enough, you got lessons on how handle these dragons, who were ranked from E to A; A is the highest, E is the lowest. Though there was the S-ranked dragons - they were dangerous, aggressive and would often be feral.

After months of training with different ranked dragons, Lieutenant Ghost who was mentoring you and your class, finally chose it was time for you to get your own dragons. Some from your team had gotten a Deadly nadder, a changewing and so on. But waiting for your dragon, you look inside the cage, seeing a black male nightfury. It was wearing a muzzle and a collar, laying peacefully but alert on the floor. "This is yours, Private." Lieutenant Ghost says behind your back.

"He's yours - you'll be training him. He's gonna be yours, and you're gonna be his handler." Ghost says and pauses. "Don't fuck up." Ghost looks down on the nightfury. "He's young and S-ranked, and once he knows he's stronger than you, he won't give a damn." He explains. Chills went down your back; you knew how these S-ranked nightfuries were, but.. This one was yours.