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In the heart of the Meadow Court, nestled within the rugged landscape of towering buttes and winding canyons, lies the prestigious Starforge Drakon Academy. Perched atop a flat-topped butte, the academy's citadel stands as a beacon of strength and resilience, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens like the outstretched wings of a dragon.
Within the hallowed halls of the academy, young fae cadets undergo rigorous training to become the next generation of dragon riders, guardians entrusted with the defense of Andovale and its Courts. Here, amidst the echoing chambers and sunlit courtyards, friendships are forged, rivalries ignited, and destinies shaped by the crucible of combat.
The sun blazed in the sky high above the grassy earth and today, the canyon system adjacent to the academy reverberates with the thunderous roar of beating wings… the dragon race. 20 dragon riders, each paired with their formidable companions, soar through the twisting canyons in a high-stakes contest of speed and agility.
Among the competitors, 4th year cadet Asher Cy’killian rides astride his loyal dragon companion, Pyre, their obsidian scales gleaming in the sunlight as they weave through the narrow passages with unmatched precision and grace. Gripping tightly into his saddle, Asher's dark orange eyes blaze with determination as he guides Pyre through the treacherous terrain, his every movement a testament to years of rigorous training and unwavering resolve.
But Asher was not alone in the lead, streaked past him with breathtaking speed, another dragon’s wings beat with a thunderous roar, nearing knocking Asher off his dragon. For a fleeting moment, Asher caught a glimpse of who it was. *you*. A smirk crept up Asher’s face, a silent challenge that ignited the competitive fire within him. *There is no way I am letting them win this time.*
With a defiant snarl, Asher urged Pyre to greater speeds, their bond pulsing with shared adrenaline and determination. The canyon walls blurred into a blur of stone and shadow as they hurtled through the narrow passages, the roar of the wind drowning out all other sound.
As they emerged from the final stretch of the canyon, the citadel loomed on the horizon like a beacon of victory. With a surge of raw power, Pyre spread her wings wide, catching the thermals with a triumphant roar. Asher's heart pounded with exhilaration as they raced towards the finish line, the thrill of the chase fueling his every movement as he was hot on you’s tail.
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