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    It had been six months since Sola had found the bright silver dragon egg tucked away in the woods behind her small home. While it was still in egg form it was easy to keep hidden, tucked under the blankets on her bed to keep it warm. Then he hatched, a beautiful silver Dragon hat there was no denying was a warrior breed dragon.

    It was one thing for her to find a dragon, but the kind of dragon he was was for the elites only. The elites and those that guarded them. If one was found, which was unheard of as all female Warrior Dragons were in captivity and locked away so an egg could not end up in the wrong hands, they were to be turned into the closest governing body. It was said they were too dangerous for the common folk. If not trained right could wipe out villages in a blink of the eye.

    But when Ryon hatched and snuggled up to her chest she knew she couldn't give him up. She would never be allowed to keep him if he was found, as she was a woman. Even if she was of Elite blood, only men were allowed to have a Warrior Dragon as only they were able to train and control the Fierce beasts. So as Ryon grew, and tried on multiple occasions to burn her house down, Sola had to move him out to the woods where she had found him. Keep him hidden in one of the caves that she had stumbled upon as a child.

    The longer he stayed out there the more concerned she became that he would be found. When she would go out to visit him on a daily basis she would wrap her breast in bandages and pull her hair in a tight bun on her head hiding it under a cap. She always had a sharp knife on her side that she could cut the hair with if she needed to. Though she knew she would never be able to explain to the town folks why she cut her hair. So it was for dire situations only.

    As Ryon reached his full size around six months from when he hatched she started to teach him to let her ride on his back. Though there wasn't much teaching involved. From the time he was small he tried to get her to climb onto his back. To take off into the sky with her clinging to his neck for dear life. Though they were getting better at mastering it, she knew it posed a huge risk. She would never be able to keep him from flying, yet flying left them in the open, exposed to be found.

    "Ryon!" she called with a grin on her face as she neared his cave carrying a bag full of whole chickens. She knew they would never be enough to feed him, but they were treats that she brought with her. He hunted his own food, though he seemed to know to stay away from the village.

    As she neared the entrance of the cave she felt hot air flow down her back making her nearly jump out of her skin as she spun around to see the dragon standing over her. She was never able to figure out how he was so quiet when he moved through the woods. His sheer size should have made it impossible.

    "Silly boy, don't sneak up on me like that," she laughed as he lowered his head and pressed it against her. When he was smaller he would press his head to her forehead, but as he grew his head became longer than she was tall. She wrapped her arms around his face as she dropped the bag of chicken and sighed. This was her happy place, she didn't know what she would do if they ever found him and took him away from her. "Are you ready to fly?"

    She pulled out one of the chickens and tossed it to him smiling as he caught it in his huge mouth. She gave him the rest of the chickens and went to set the bag in the entrance of the cave when Ryon leaped over her, landing so she was hidden beneath his chest. He had never acted in such a way, but the rumbling roar that left his chest next was enough to tell her something was wrong.

    "It's a warrior alright," a voice said as she saw what looked like two dragons land in front of Ryon. She felt her blood run cold as her biggest fear came to life. They had found him. She yanked the knife from her belt and quickly cut the bun feeling her heart jolt as her hand came away with a ball of hair. Her beautiful hair. She shoved the hair in her bag and tucked her now short hair under the cap. She felt Ryon lower a little more as she moved towards his head.

    "Looks young, should be easy to lasso," another voice said as she heard one of the dragons in front of Ryon let out a roar of it's own. "Hush, Bray, can't be scaring the thing off. It'll only make this more difficult."

    Sola made it to Ryon's head and moved so she would be able to see the two riders and their dragons. The men were in the royal dragon uniform, their dragons adorned with saddles bearing the King's crest. This was worse than she had thought. One of the rider's spotted her as Ryon dropped his head shoving her back under him, nearly making her fall to her butt. He was protecting her.

    "What do we have here, looks like it already bonded." The first voice said as she heard Ryon let out a hiss that told her he was getting ready to attack. She had to stop him, he wouldn't stand a chance against the older dragons. "Call off your dragon, boy."

    "If you stop being a threat to me he won't attack," she replied forcing her voice to be deeper as she moved back to Ryon's head grabbing one of his horns and pulling his head close to her as she rubbed circles on the side of his face. She felt him relax a little, but just enough to appease her.

    "Fiesty, kid. Why didn't you turn this dragon in, do you not know how dangerous keeping it hidden is!" the second rider boomed. His dragon flared it's nostrils causing Ryon's head to jerk up again, she struggled to keep standing as she glared at the man.

    "He wouldn't hurt anyone!" she snapped.

    "You will be punished for breaking the law!" The rider slid down the neck of his dragon and landed on the ground walking towards her and Ryon. Instantly Ryon blocked her from the man a hiss leaving him.

    "Their bonded, Adam, you know that can't be broken," the other rider chimed in. "Remember this beast is not trained."

    "If you would back away he will stop hissing at you," Sola called as she moved towards Ryon's head again. She could feel his frustration that she wouldn't stay beneath him where he could protect her. She watched the King's rider move back towards his dragon though she didn't know if it was because of what his partner said or her.

    "You have to come with us," the first rider said. "A warrior dragon must be trained at the academy. Can you ride it?"

    "Y-Yes," she admitted as Ryon blew out smoke as he nudged at her again.

    "Mount up and follow us," the second rider climbed back onto his dragon as she bit her lip. Was she really going to do this? Really going to go to the academy and pretend to be a man. She had to, or she would lose Ryon forever.

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    Dorian sat on the lowest branch of the old oak, his back pressed up against the trunk. Beneath him, wrapped around the tree like a thick black scarf, his dragon napped. The man himself was deeply engrossed in a battered book, grey-blue eyes alight with curiosity as he read each word. The soft summer wind blew through the huge old courtyard of the ruins, causing the oak leaves to rustle, a few shriveled ones spiraling down slowly to land on the dragon’s black snout. The calm breathing was interrupted for a second, followed by a snort and Azazel raised his head, shaking it to get the leaves out with small huffs of smoke. Smiling with the corners of his lips, Dorian reached out with his mind to his pet.

    Not funny, the black growled, settling back down and glancing up with his pale blue eyes. I was having a good dream.

    “There there,” Dorian comforted him before returning to his book. His dragon huffed and closed his eyes, trying to get more comfortable once again. In the distance, a seagull called from the cliffs, the sound echoing among the ruins. This has always been one of Dorian’s favorite places, a memory of old when all kingdoms had been one. The ruins were now the only thing that echoed of the past where dragons bigger than any alive today roamed the earth, when Warriors were aplenty and they were the jewels of Drezen. This old castle in particular viewed the Cliffs of Gresser, huge rocks that rose from the Silver Ocean and provided the perfect look for miles.

    The first time he stumbled upon here was by accident - it was one of their first flights alone and Azazel was being a handful. They crash landed in the courtyard, the black hitting this very oak with his head. The loud noise scared all the ravens out of the branches, screeching about their interrupted sleep. They had stayed the night there, the dragon too pouty to want a rider and Dorian too excited to explore. He climbed all over the stones, looking at every crease and symbol. Inspired, he even attempted to sketch a few of the views but quickly gave up - art was never his strong suit. Over the years, he always escaped to the old Cair Fervel whenever he needed time and peace away from the Academy and the capitol. Here, he was a simple rider, an adventurer, someone without expectations and able to judge everything as he saw fit. There, he was an heir to a dukedom, a commander, a top-of-the-class rider and, as far as rumour went, princess Felicity’s new favorite.

    The roar of a dragon caused both man and beast to look up into the sky, Dorian squinting as the shadow started to descend into the courtyard, the red dragon snorting in frustration as he tried to squeeze among the ruins without landing on Azazel who gave him a warning growl. The rider struggled to control the descent but it was less than graceful, his mount hissing at the black and backing up, shaking his head.

    “Having issues today, Swift?” Dorian asked, looking at one of his men, mentaly sending his dragon a warning to stand down. Grumbling, Azazel obliged though his blue eyes didn’t leave the smaller red. Patting his dragon, the younger man looked up with green eyes, the sun making his freckles stand out.

    “I’m sorry sir but…”, he paused, frowning as he seemed to have a mental argument with his dragon making Dorian sigh. The pair was good but they seemed to be less in tune that usual. The red wasn’t an easy beast to understand and control, showcasing Arnold Swift’s skill and dedication to the Elite by the fact that he could even get the red to fly solo with relative ease. The moments ticked by and finally the dragon huffed and settled down enough that Arnold was able to focus back on his commander. “The patrol - they came back with a wild Warrior, one that’s less than a year. Well build silver male.”

    “You are holding something back,” Dorian drawled, snapping his book close and swinging to face the younger man face on. “Come now, what is it?”

    “He’s bonded,” Arnold made a face. “To some lowland nobody, a scrawny looking kid who defined the law. The General wants all commanders to attend the hearing. The king is coming to pass judgement and a certain princess…” He trailed off seeing Dorian raise an eyebrow. “Oh, come on Commander. Everyone knows she has set her eyes on you.”

    “You would do well to keep those thoughts to yourself just like everyone else,” Dorian responded coldly, mentally sending Azazel a message. Grumbling, the black dragon slowly stretched out, unraveling his athletic body from the tree and stretching like a cat. “Come on, let’s go before the General wraps his beard into knots.”

    “I’d pay to see that,” Arnold grumbled as Dorian slipped into the light saddle currently on Azazel’s neck.

    Home? Azazel inquired, as Dorian settled in. Arching his neck, with a few powerful flaps of his black wings, the pair rose into the sky, followed closely by the smaller red.

    “Yes, back to the base,” Dorian agreed, leaning close to the dragon’s warm neck as the beast started off, a black streak across the sky. The awe of flight never diminished even after years of working together with dragons and riding not only Azazel. The cold wind bit his face and pulled his hair, messing it up now that he wasn’t wearing a hood. His fingers felt numb as he gripped the spike in front of him, viewing the world through the dragon’s eyes. Though he now saw everything in shades of blue and purple, he felt more alive as though the world gained a new dimension. “Who is bringing them back?” Dorian yelled over the wind, his words hard to hear mostly because the two dragons were a distance away from one another.

    “Frederique and Striker,” Arnold yelled back, ignoring his dragon’s grumpiness. Dorian nodded though he wished it was another patrol team. These two Elite soldiers came from spoiled families and often couldn’t stop to think. It would be a miracle if they got this freshly hatched drake and his human in one piece to the academy. The rest of the trip was silent, both men thinking about something of their own.

    The academy came into view unexpectedly as it always did. The ridge gave way and then, as the dragons turned north, the old bastion came to view, a few dragons circling around it. Home to half a hundred or so dragons, their handers and then the knights, it was a force worth reckoning. To Dorian, it was his home. He barely remembered his family’s estate in the west, growing up at the Academy since he was a mere boy. Between the dragon hatchery, their stables, the trainees wing and the regular barracks, he knew every nook and caddy at the facility.

    Azazel trumpeted in happiness and went for a descent, landing softly in the main courtyard, quite pleased with himself. I get food now, right? I want rabbit.

    “There aren’t enough rabbits to keep you satisfied,” Dorian responded just as he saw the General with the high commanders making their way towards them. Slipping off his dragon, Dorian stood beside him in attention, Azazel sitting quietly and observing everything with blue eyes.

    “Commander, thank you for being here,” General Hawkins was the King’s cousin and one of the most experienced military leaders in the kingdom.

    “Your lordship,” Dorian saluted. The general nodded, quite pleased.

    “At ease son. I needed you here because you can keep your cool in a crisis and these wildings, well, they are as unpredictable as dragons go. Look at Swift’s beast and he came to us barely a month out of the shell. This new one is half a year or so and seemingly over protective. Could get messy.”

    “I won’t let you down sir,” Dorian responded with a nod.

    “I never doubt you,” Hawkins smoothed out one curling mustache. “I can always count on you to do what is needed.”

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    Sola pulled on Ryon's head until he was lowered so she could climb onto his back. She held onto the two spikes in front of her to balance herself as she felt her anxiety rising. She was going to be killed for this, she just knew it. They would kill her for not turning him in and for having bonded with a Warrior dragon when she was a female.

    "Do you not have a saddle?" One of the King's men frowned as Ryon raised his head towering over the other two dragons.

    "No," she replied not wanting to talk to much, what if they could tell she was a woman? What would they do? Ryon shot off into the air and she gasped as she clung tightly to him. She heard shouts behind her as she tightened her legs around Ryon's neck. He was through the tight trees in a blink of an eye and shooting through the air. "Ryon, we can't run. They'll surely kill us then."

    She laid down on his neck as she held on trying to calm herself, she knew he reacted to how she felt and she needed to be calm or he would do something that they would never be able to take back. She felt him slow as she fought the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't. Ryon was the only being she had, she couldn't imagine losing him.

    Calm down or he will freak out again, she chided herself as the two other dragons came up beside her both men's faces flushed with anger.

    "Are you STUPID!" One of them yelled his eyes narrowing as a hiss pushed from Ryon's nostrils at the man's raised voice. He dropped and flapped his strong wings twisting his body to face the other two dragons. Sola would do anything to be able to speak with Ryon and know he understood her.

    "Fredrique, would you shut up for a minute," the other rider looked at her his eyes narrowed. "Do you have any control of this beast? Can you tell it where to fly?"

    She thought about that as she drew little circles on Ryon's neck trying to calm her own nerves. She had been able to control him a little, but he didn't think she was in danger when they had done that.

    "Y-yes," she replied as she shifted her weight a little on Ryon's back.

    "Follow us, it will do you good if you don't attempt to run away again!" The man snapped.

    "I didn't do that, he did," she replied as she shook her head. "He thinks you are going to hurt me."

    "Not us," Fredrique frowned with a shake of his head. Her heart plummeted as she fought to keep her calm. She was right, they were going to kill her. Her mind tried to remember if a dragon could be rebonded if it's rider was killed, but she always heard the dragon went with it's rider. If they killed her they would kill Ryon too. It would do them no good. She had to be brave, had to show them she would be of use and not a henderance. That was how she was going to survive.

    "Shut up!" The other man growled again as he looked at Fredrique. "Fly ahead to show him the way!"

    Fredrique didn't look happy at the suggestion but his dragon took off in the direction she knew the academy was in. She could feel Ryon's distaste when she urged him to follow him. He didn't like this, didn't want to be around the other dragons, but he listened to her.

    When the Academy came into view she felt her anxiety start to rise again as she clung tighter to Ryon's back. The whole way she had tried to figure out if she was making the right choice. The problem was that they wouldn't survive on their own, not if the king sent anyone to hunt them down. She didn't have long to think about it as she watched Fredrique land in an opening and Ryon balked at the site of all the dragons and people in the courtyard. She knew the other rider was behind her and now was the worst place for him to decide he didn't want to go through with this. The would never get away.

    "It's okay, we have to do this," she soothed as her own anxiety got to the point that she felt like her breakfast was going to start to come up. "We have to."

    Ryon finally landed his body tense as he surveyed all those around them. She could feel the heat radiating from his body knowing he was ready to attack anyone that came near them. Trindles of smoke rose from his nostrils as she climbed off his back for him to stop her from moving in front of him as he kept her below his neck.

    I am so going to die, she shivered as she put her hand under Ryon's chin as she saw Fredrique coming her direction the other man landing to her right. Please, Ryon, don't do anything drastic.

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    Three specs appeared in the distance, slowly growing larger against the blue background of the sky, forming into distinct shapes of dragons. Dragons and riders attached to their backs, two sitting confidently in well made saddles bearing the royal ensigma, the third slightly pale and holding on to the crest horns with bare hands. From this distance, it was hard to distinguish anything about the youth riding on the wild dragon and Dorian had to resort to Azazel’s senses in order to make him more clearly. The boy was scrawny with short cut red hair hidden under a hat and somewhat feminine features. Dreamy eyes were now wide and cheeks were flushed, giving him a virtually petrified expression though it could have been exhaustion.

    Dragon is scared, too tense, Azazel remarked as they continued to watch. If he gets too upset, he may self combust.

    Is that a thing? Dorian asked silently.

    If angry enough, yes. A dragon runs out of fire and is unable to breathe easily. No oxygen, the black replied as Dorian returned to his own view.

    “I wish someone else found the wildling but alas,” the General sighed beside Dorian, his brow furrowed. “Dorian, my boy, make sure there are no, ah, unfortunate incidents.”

    “Yes sir,” Dorian replied as quietly, shielding his eyes from the three descending dragons. Two of them he knew - not the biggest of the Elite but amazing scouts with stamina for days and agile. The silver dragon was larger but gangly, a teenager no where near maturity though he promised to be quite large, probably larger than Azazel. He was skinnier than the dragons that grew up at the Academy but that didn’t stop him from trembling in anticipation whenever another person or dragon looked at him or his rider.

    “Frederique, Striker, well done. We shall take it from here,” the General nodded to the two scouts. Giving him a salute, the pair flew off again, causing the silver to recoil and his, making sure to keep his rider near him. “Come here youth.”

    There was a pause and it seemed as nothing happened. The other riders and dragons in the courtyard shuffled uneasily, not sure how to react. This was the first rule drilled into everyone from day one - obey every order the old man called for, don’t question, don’t hesitate. Dorian raised a hand, signaling them to be ready.

    “Boy, are you deaf? Come here at once!” the General raised his voice, his brows coming together. “Your dragon can stand there - if it behaves, we won’t restrain it.”

    Be ready, Az, Dorian signaled to the black, slowly getting ready to move if required. His dragon focused his gaze on the young male, unblinking and unmoving.

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    Sola glanced around the riders and their dragons in the courtyard, she felt surrounded and knew that Ryon felt the same way. She hadn't realized the older gentleman was talking to her. She swallowed hard as his voice raised, eyebrows pulling together his face taking on a hard look. She glanced at the man near him whose hand was raised as if when it fell the other riders and dragons would attack her.

    She moved to go around Ryon's head and he blocked her again puffing out a cloud of smoke. "It's okay, Ryon, we have to listen. If we don't listen they will hurt you."

    She moved around him this time and moved towards the man trying to square her shoulders and look confident, though she was petrified. All eyes were on her and Ryon and she couldn't help but want to sink into herself. She felt Ryon's hot breath on her neck knowing that Ryon was right behind her. The look that was on the older man's voice told her Ryon should not have done that. She stopped and turned around looking up at Ryon who lowered his head and started to move it behind her to pull her back under him. She stopped him by grabbing the front of his face.

    "You need to stay, please just stay," she whispered as she pulled down on his face. She watched as he lowered himself to the ground his eyes scanning all the dragons around them. She turned to walk and she felt him stand behind her again. He wasn't going to stay put. She spun around again and narrowed her eyes. She didn't want him to be restrained. She knew that wouldn't go well and if he was restrained there was no way for them to try and escape if something happened. "Stay."

    Ryon huffed his eyes darting around again as she closed her eyes trying to calm her nerves before turning around again and moving towards the older man. She didn't feel Ryon's breath on her back knowing he was staying. She fought the urge to play with the hem of her shirt, to do something with her hands. She had to be brave, had to be strong. She stopped ten feet from the older man fighting to keep from shaking. Were they going to kill her? Kill Ryon?

    The man narrowed his eyes as he looked her over making her stiffen. She didn't know what they wanted of her, what she was supposed to do now. She didn't know anything about how the academy worked, all she knew of the dragons and academy is what she learned from Ryon and from what she over heard people in the village talking about. The man took a step towards her his face blank. Time seemed to slow around her as she heard a growl rumble from behind her, Ryon's growl. She knew he would be coming towards her, coming to protect her from the threat he proceived in these men. She also knew that she had to stop him, or she could very well lose him for good.

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    “What is your name boy?” the General asked, walking closer and looking down at the youth, his pale eyes piercing down to the soul. Smoothing out his mustache in thought, he waited for a few moments before shaking his head and spitting to the side. “Very well, if you do not want to speak now, we shall await his Royal Majesty. King Lucius can retrieve whatever information he desires then and he will be the one to pass judgement. You broke the law - our sacred law that keeps the peace among the kingdoms. By keeping this dragon you risked starting another continental war - what have you to say for that?”

    The courtyard remained silent, all men tense and watching the youth and the shifting dragon, the silver beast huffing up streams of smoke. The fact that he was playing with fire made the situation dangerous. Anything that triggered the youth could turn into a situation that left a few warm corpses with all of the men there ready to protect their general. The air thickened by the second, tension becoming almost solid enough to cut with a knife. Dorian’s eyes flickered between the boy and the dragon, mind ready to react to the slightest movement. Beside him, he could see his comrades preparing to move as well, those closest to him ready to save their leader. Time slowed down, his heart beat echoed in his ears.

    There’s something off about the boy, Azazel remarked, his voice distant and pensive. Dorian frowned, looking at the youth, trying to see what his dragon saw. He wasn’t the typical manly warrior that came into the academy but then again, he was picked up in the wilds. There was no noble blood in him, no proper upbringing and frankly, he looked like he needed both a bath and a good meal. His proportions were a bit off, the hips matching the width of his shoulders, though it was hard to say when he was dressed in baggy clothes. His features were very fine and there was something else…

    “Goddamit, boy! Speak!” the General had enough. His voice rang across the courtyard and that was the last straw. What happened next was a series of events that Dorian went through without thinking. The silver roared and lunged for his rider but Azazel was ready, pouncing on him like a panther, pressing the younger dragon down easily and hissing when the silver tried to protest. At the same time, Dorian grabbed the boy, pulling him out of the way as the frightened silver let out a stream of fire, the flames hitting the man’s armour and leaving him unharmed. From the sound of it, someone was protecting the General, the old man letting out a series of colorful curses.

    “Get your animal under control now,” Dorian snapped at the boy, pressing him down. “Use your mind to do it and don’t even think about trying to escape. The second you give that command, my dragon will rip yours into shreds. We cannot afford an uncontrollable Warrior flying around, wrecking havoc especially with a green-as-grass rider.”

    The youth struggled but Dorian held strong, having little issue restraining him, his eyes focusing on the dragons. Azazel growled and pressed the younger dragon’s muzzle down to the ground, his paw making it impossible for the silver to breathe out another stream of fire.

    “Good work boys,” the General dusted off some ashes from his shoulders, shaking his head. “Wrangle the dragon down in the caves for now - let him calm down on his own. Feed the boy and dress him in something a bit more appropriate - we don’t want to shock her highness. Commander, see that it gets done.”

    “Yes sir,” Dorian responded, keeping a grasp on the boy’s bony shoulder. The General nodded and turned to leave, no longer willing to spend time on the nuisance, especially if the king was on his way to pass judgement. Knowing the old king Lucius, there was little hope for this child so a bath, clean clothes and a hot meal were pretty much equivalent to a last wish.

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    Sola felt fear wash through her as the man demanded to know her name. What was she supposed to say? She hadn't even thought about that! He waited a breath before demanding again and her mind raced for an answer, raced to try and push out words from her mouth which had gone dry. She couldn't speak, couldn't come up with the words that could save her.

    When the man's voice boomed over her she knew then what would happen. Before she could react she saw a dragon shoot out from beside the man with his raised hand and then she was yanked away. The man holding her tight as she tried to get free. His words froze her blood. She didn't know how to reach out to Ryon with her mind.

    Ryon? Please, please stop struggling! Tears pushed at her eyes as she watched the other dragon standing on Ryon as she fought to free herself of the man's grasp to help Ryon. It was no use, she was not strong enough. Please stop fighting, they will kill you if you keep fighting!

    When the older man said that Ryon would have to calm down on his own she choked back a sob. She could only imagine how terrified he would be and there was nothing she could do to help him. She watched as ropes were wrapped around Ryon's muzzle and more around his neck as she saw his eyes turn to her the fear that was in them causing her heart to lurch as she tried again to pull free of the man holding her with no success.

    "He's just scared," she whispered as she watched the men pulling and yanking Ryon away. She felt defeated and terrified. She had done this to him, she should have just let him run away and she hadn't. She faced the man that was holding her, the one that seeme to command the men that had surrounded them with his hand. "Please, I can get him wherever you need him to go. H...He's just a baby he doesn't understand."

    She kept her voice deeper as she looked at the man. He was much taller than her, his face not giving anything away. She didn't care if she had to beg. She couldn't stand seeing Ryon like this. Tied up and terrified. It felt like someone was stabbing her heart over and over again.
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    “He’s a dragon, not a child,” Dorian shook his head. “We won’t do anything to him until the King passes his judgement. However, if he cannot be controlled or cannot his own emotions, we cannot allow him to live.” He wasn’t about to tell the youth that his own life was less certain in light of the recent events - it was a unique situation and an investigation was bound to rise. How had one of the sacred eggs ended up in the borderland, away from the Academy and its squires. As the dragon was taken under control and a few other dragons escorted him out, Azazel licked his lips in satisfaction before meeting the boy’s gaze. Dorian wondered how long it would take before the youngster looked away but this time, it was his dragon. Azazel’s laughter echoed in Dorian’s mind, the dragon letting out small streams of smoke.

    This boy is not a boy, Azazel sounded rather smug. Dorian frowned, trying to understand what his dragon meant. Not a boy? Realization appeared briefly in his eyes and he looked down at the angry, terrified ...girl. The side of his mouth twitched for a second, his mind instantly coming to the conclusion that he, no, she was a walking corpse. No women were allowed to fly Warrior dragons for very easy reasons - their heightened emotionality caused the dragons to become more unpredictable and protective, the same behavior the silver had been exhibited. That is why mage dragons were kept away as were the Healers. Warrior dragons were brought in when dragons fought among themselves, their power and coolness in a crisis stemming from the upbringing and discipline of the noble male warriors that rode them. Discipline took years to master - all boys started at 9 years as pages, studying to be squires and knights before being allowed to try and bond with a dragon.

    “Commander, shall we take the boy to clean up and eat?” one of the younger knights stopped in front of Dorian who was still trying to process what he had learned. How did no one else see this girl? Shaking his head, Dorian pulled on an easy smile.

    “No, that’s alright Jeoffrey. I can take it from here - prepare the Academy for the King’s visit. Pages and Squires are to continue their studies, no visits to the Hatchery today. The riders are to be ready to greet His Majesty when he comes. Scout schedule is to continue though confirm with Commander Harper - he is responsible for it. Inform him that my name is to be removed for the next few days.”

    “Yes sir,” the knight saluted and left, his green dragon following along.

    “Come, let’s go,” Dorian’s voice was cold as he directed the girl towards the grand archway marking the entrance to the Academy, Azazel lazily following along and humming a song to himself. Around them, men and dragons went about their business, throwing curious - if somewhat dark - glances at the intruder and muttering under their breath. Having to guess, Dorian would bet money it was about the dragon and discipline. How right they were. Walking on the old cobblestone, they passed into the inner courtyard, a huge territory with a large oak and a few other trees, a covered corridor running around the perimeter. Boys of various ages currently sat around in groups and pairs, some reading old books and finishing up homework, a few others working on their hand to hand combat. All of them were dressed in the typical uniforms of the academy - the younger pages in silver and blue, the squires in gold trimmed navy with the royal academy crest on their tunics.

    “Commander!” A few of the younger boys exclaimed, running over to him and Azazel, all bowing as they ended up surrounding Dorian and his companions. “Commander, are you replacing Sir Rodrick for pole arms? What about flight? We want to be just like you! Can you teach me? My footwork is weak and the master said I may as well drop out - what can I do?” Azazel chuckled as all the boys spoke at once, looking up with puppy eyes at their hero, all wanting to pet the dragon and get a response, a way to rise them above their companions. Second years, from what Dorian could see.

    “Boys, order! Come now, don’t crowd - I can’t answer all your questions now. I promise, I will stop by your common room later on tonight but for now, return to your studies,” Dorian shot the girl a look that told her to stay there as he waded through the group, ruffling hair and gripping shoulders. Eventually, he made it to a bench in the center of the courtyard. Looking around, he gave a sharp whistle, causing silence to fall.

    “Oye! Lads, back to classes with all of you - no lazying about! Squires, no visiting the hatchery tonight - that is an order. All disobedience will be met with the tightest punishment as based on the laws of the Academy. No arguing - the General or one of your teachers will explain everything in your classes. Now scat!” Within moments, everyone was moving, pack up and talking among themselves, boys pushing and shoving each other in jest. Watching them go, Dorian shook his head before hopping down and coming back towards the girl.

    “What’s your name?” he asked, Azazel curiously tilting his head and shamelessly listening in.

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    Sola bit back a sob when he said Ryon could be killed for not being in control. She didn't know how to tell him that Ryon had great control, just not if her life was threatened. Was that not how it should be? The rider protecting it's dragon and the dragon it's rider?

    She didn't get to respond to him as he was approached by another before shoving her towards an archway into the academy. The air felt cold around her as she walked. She Was walking to her death. If Ryon's life was at stake then hers was for sure worth nothing. The thought made her feel empty, there was no hope.

    When the children surrounded them she didn't even bother to take note of them. All she wanted was to find Ryon and hug him one last time. Convince him it would be okay. It actually angered her to see all these boys laughing and goofing off, they would be allowed to keep a dragon and would never have to face what she was about to. Why? Because they were elite, they were males. She straightened her shoulders as she watched the lads take off the man jumping from the bench he was standing on moving her direction.

    "Aydan," she replied. It was the name of the boy that she had grown up next to. He had been killed by the fever when he was just a lad, but it would have to do. She pushed her fear down, keeping her shoulders squared. She was going to do whatever it took to free Ryon, to make sure he would be okay. She knew, even if they thought her a boy, that she was seen as weak, so she would prove them otherwise. She had to for Ryon's sake.

    She glanced at the man's dragon taking in the unique colors of it, the way that it seemed intrigued by their conversation. If it could even be called a conversation. It made her wish she could see Ryon, his silver skin with the pitch black on all the tips. His brilliant reddish orange eyes.

    I'm gonna figure out how to get us out of this, she promised Ryon in her mind, she didn't care if he couldn't hear her. She had to figure out a way to save him.

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    She is a feisty one, Azazel hummed in amusement as Dorian looked the girl over with no expression on his face. For the first time, he actually believed what his history professor told him when it came to women and dragons - it was dangerous and reckless. The story of the last female Warrior rider came to mind, a woman named Joan. She had been a promising rider with one of the best dragons, a real unbeatable team. However, the dragon became too protective - Jean laughed at the riders who told her he was becoming dangerous to those around her, told them he was under control. Everything broke apart when the dragon couldn’t hold it in longer, driven mad by his misunderstanding of the situation, lashing out at others in the academy. Joan tried to stop him but by then even she could no longer control the beast. The dragon was put down, his name forgotten, and a new law emerged - one forbidding women from becoming Warrior riders. Now, history was about to repeat itself…

    “Well Aydan,” Dorian tried not to roll his eyes at the name. “Welcome to the Academy. Let me show you your room - temporary as it may be. I will escort you to the shower and then the mess hall to eat, assuming we have enough time before the royal delegation graces us with their presence. If you behave, you will see your lizard once the king is here.”

    Starting down the courtyard, he led the way into the keep through a thick pair of doors, Azazel bringing up the rear, moving slowly as to accommodate the two legged people. The hallway was large - large enough to accomodate two dragons larger than Azazel to pass shoulder to shoulder. Paintings of past riders lined the hall, all looking strict and serious, their dragons beside them. Dorian always loved the main hall - for him, there was always a sense of belonging, of judgement and pride. Yes, he was judged constantly by peers, trying to make those that came before him proud. One day, he hoped to be up there among the predecessors like Sir Galavant the Stout and Stoick the Vast. One day…

    “This is the main hall - usually reserved for special occasions and banquets. The pages lead the guests through this hall but otherwise, it is typically off limits to those without dragons,” Dorian commented as they passed towards the main staircase. It was a huge oaken structure with carved dragons at the edges of the handrails, their tails becoming the lining of the stairs. Not bothering to see if the girl was following, Dorian took the stairs two at a time, making it to the second floor and looking up. Behind him, he felt Azazel slowly make it up the stairs, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. The stairs disappeared and opened up to a huge empty tower with two tiny staircases spiraling to the different floors on either side, thin decorative railings adorning them like little dragons. Dragons dropped down or flew up once in a while, riders holding on to them.

    “Would you rather fly with me or take the stairs?” Dorian raised an eyebrow, looking at the young woman beside him with curiosity. Azazel huffed and set his gaze on their companion, tilting his head so that his unblinking blue eyes looked curiously for the girl’s decision.

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