After many tough weeks of flying, shooting, and gliding, the time had come. The final test to determine which dragon was given to who. They simply had to write about their personalities, then Hiccup would give them the dragon with the nearest personality traits.

For Maverick, it had been a trying time. He barely passed. He knew a lot about dragons, but the dragons hated to be near him, so for flying, shooting, and gliding, his marks were low. Only his written test scores saved him.

Maverick began to write about himself.

"I am an unusual individual by every means of of the word 'normal.' About me: I am as sarcastic as I am crude, either earning laughs or glares, sometimes both. I have no interest in love. I believe that other people are just trouble, so I don't want friends either. At times I can be self destructive. I take risks that other people wouldn't. I always say, I'm gonna die anyway, so what does the timing matter? When I punch someone, that is me saying hello, so I need a dragon who can take a hit, then give it right back.

Battle strategy: I believe in making either a single brutal blow, or deliver fast hit to weak spots. I'm smart, so I can also make a battle strategy. I need a dragon will intelligence comparable to mine.

Other notes: I'm prone to violent fits of rage where my whole body gets hot, and all I can think about is hurting someone, they pass quickly, but they can be dangerous.'

The next day…

Hiccup gave the students the dragons closest to their behavior in order by grade. Higher grades meant you got your dragon first. Maverick was last in that line.

Maverick: Saving the best for last huh?

Hiccup: Maverick. My unusually challenged pupil. I'm afraid there are no dragons for you.

Hiccup suddenly found himself being lifted by his shirt.

Maverick: You're lying. I can see it on you. Nobody, and I mean, nobody, lies to me without my knowing. I'm the king of lies. So where is my dragon? *Drops Hiccup to the ground*

Hiccup: *Sighs* Alright. But, you should probably be ready. This dragon is… off.

Maverick: Good. It has a screw lose like its master.

Hiccup: She hasn't responded to any of our training methods. She has a tendency to go… rouge is the best word I can think of. She's more dangerous than any dragon I've seen.

Maverick: I'm not scared. SHOW ME THE DRAGON!

Hiccup takes him to the very pit of the arena, it becomes too dark to go without a torch.

Hiccup: Hang on let me get a torch lit.

Maverick: Don't bother, I can see just fine.

Hiccup: I still need it though.

They walk down a long hallway until they reach a steel door. Hiccup unlocks it and slowly opens the door. Inside, is a black Monstrous Nightmare. She's had every appendage of her body chained, and her jaw is strapped shut.

Hiccup: This is her. The black Nightmare.

Maverick: Key, now.

Hiccup hands Maverick the key and he begins to unlock each chain. Finally he takes the strap off of her jaw. The dragon jumps on him.

Hiccup: HANG ON MAVERICK!

Maverick: Don't bother.

Maverick punches the Nightmare in the jaw with his right haymaker, and she stumbles back. Maverick puts the Nightmare's neck in a stranglehold with his arms. He looks her in the eyes.

Maverick: I'm in charge here. Got it?

The dragon seems to calm down.

Maverick releases her and she gently bows.

Hiccup: This dragon is BOWING to you?! Wh-What are you?

Maverick: That's a secret. Hmhmhm. Got to admit though, she's tough. Most dragons would be out cold by now. Now what to name you? It needs to be powerful. Hmm. Maybe Vitani? You like it?

The dragon shot a stream of fire in response. Her tail started to wag slowly.

Maverick: I'll take that as a yes. Vitani it is.

Hiccup: *After recovering from the initial shock* Well, despite the unusual tactic, you and her are now bonded for life. The bond is as powerful as marriage. She will protect you with her life, and you need to be ready to do the same. Are you willing, to give up your life for this dragon?

Maverick: She's a fighter. I like her. Yeah, I'd die for her, but nobody else. LIGHT IT UP!

Vitani coated herself in flame and roared.

Hiccup's thoughts: What are the consequences of what I've just done?