Late in the Winter of his thirteenth year, Ridian of Faroe decided that someday he was going to become his father. The man held around him a certain aura of quiet confidence and regality that the boy admired. Yet now, twelve years later, Ridian waited nervously outside Hadar’s quarters, wondering when on Earth that admiration had turned to fear. He tapped his foot, looking around for a distraction to calm his beating heart. The giant ship rocked only slightly in the tremendous storm raging on outside, but the young soldier felt every movement.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a second. Earlier that evening, a maid had approached him, giving him news that his father wished to see him. The request had first been met with pleasure, then doubt, then anxiety, as Ridian couldn’t remember the last time the general had truly “wished” to see him, so he concluded that there must be something wrong. And as he waited outside his father’s room, his suspicion only grew.

Quite suddenly, the door creaked open painfully slowly, drawing out the sound, and the dark form of General Svalenn emerged from the doorway.
“Ridian.”
The man gulped. “Yes, sir?”

“Come in.”

Ridian followed his father into the room. It was richly carpeted, with thick tapestries and weapons hanging from the walls, but the whole place smelt musty and unused. The general took a seat, leaving Ridian to stand. The soldier looked around awkwardly.
“How are you?”

“What?” Ridian regretted the word the second it left his lips. “Oh, yes, fine. just fine.”
The general made a feeble attempt at a smile. “Very good. Indeed. And your mother?”
“Oh… Yes, she’s fine as well. All good. Yes.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” The general paused, and the silence fell cold around the two men.

“I have a job for you, Ridian.”
“A what?” Ridian bit his tongue, mentally cursing himself for the second time in thirty seconds.
“A job. A mission. Whatever you want to call it.” The general smirked. “And one of the utmost importance to The Master’s plans.”
Ridian straightened his back. The Master was the most feared man throughout the archipelago. Although Ridian himself had never seen or met him, he had heard he stood ten feet tall, and with the strength of a dozen men. Legend held that all dragons bowed to him, and only him. “What is it, Father… Sir?”
Hadar cleared his throat, straightening his cloak over his shoulders.
“I need you to go to the island of Berk, and bring to me a certain dragon.”
Ridian’s eyebrows furrowed. “A dragon? I thought you said the plan was of importance to The Master?”
The general laughed. “Yes, my son, I did. But it’s not any regular dragon you are going after. This dragon is a Night Fury.”
The young man’s eyes flew wide open. “But… those are extinct! They have been for years!”
Hadar leaned in close, too close. Ridian could smell a strange scent on his breath, and it took him a second to recognise what it was. Blood.
“Not any more.”

The general straightened up quickly, turning his back to his son to inspect a suit of armour standing in the corner. “I need you to do whatever you must to bring me this Night Fury, because there is a man who will follow it to the end of the Earth. If you must kill, then kill. But leave the Night Fury and its master. I have… special plans for them.”

Ridian gulped. “How can I possibly catch a Night Fury, Sir? It would kill me, or anyone that came near it.”
Hadar inspected his reflection in the armour.
“You will need to set a trap. A clever one, one that will ONLY catch that dragon, nothing else. You will have to be smart, Ridian. That is your only chance.”

The soldier nodded. “Yes… sir.”

“Good.” grinned Hadar slyly. “I will provide you with one hundred men. I expect to have that dragon in my hot little hands before the week is up, understand?”
Ridian repeated his words. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. You may leave now.”

The young man bowed awkwardly and left the room, sighing deeply to himself and running his fingers through his dark hair. He had survived the meeting.

Outside, the merciless storm raged on. Ridian knew it would not have yet reached Berk, but by the time it did, he would be there too.

When the Skrill comes up to Ridian (or whatever you decide to do with my idea), he could just think "Well, I'm never going to catch a Night Fury; but the Skrill is a Strike Class dragon. Maybe that'd be good enough for my father and The Master."

So he captures it, but when he gets back and his father asks if he was successful in his mission, he lies to him out of fear and says that he has the Night Fury.

The General takes him to The Master, and then if you want, he could leave or stay. A short conversation could ensue between Drago and Ridian if you want - maybe Drago could say something about Ridian - most likely something nasty - because I'm presuming that this would be the first time that they'd met. Or maybe when he enters he forgets to bow.

Ridian is so terrified of The Master that he admits to him that he hasn't got the Night Fury. Drago goes ballistic (I love that word, by the way xD), but Ridian tries to placate him by saying that he has a Skrill, so maybe that'll be good enough. This only serves to anger Drago more... I'll leave you to decide what'll happen after that, and if you'll even use my idea at all... It is your fanfic, of course!