Days at the Academy were per usual, except for the fact that Soren was a Section Leader. His whole squad was sent out to the north to investigate the woods near the hatching grounds, god it was a death trap. The people in his squad complained, even the the dragons did. Fafnir, Soren’s black, fire wielding dragon, was grumbling the whole way in his head.
Stupid humans…making us go to the hatching grounds during the breeding season. They’re going to get us killed. Farnir grumbled in Soren’s mind as he rolled his eyes at his dragon as everyone stayed in a tight formation behind them. The teachers were going to make someone go this route, unfortunately it was them.
They were flying to the hatching grounds when suddenly there was a deep, deep roar from within the trees, making all the dragons stop and hover in the air. That’s when a massive, six winged female dragon shot up from the ground, several smaller ones following her. They were in danger. The sections dragons began to snarl, but Soren froze of what he saw when the massive dragon grew closer.
Someone stood on its head, covered in head to toe with the same green colored scales of the six winged dragon. It was a woman, he could tell, she wore old dragon horns on the top of her head and a worn crystal staff in her hands. She looked wild, feral even as they got closer. When they got to even height in the sky, she gently tapped the six winged dragon on the head and it hovered in the sky. She glared dagger right into Soren, but he felt his heart flutter. He then muttered as a grin formed on his lips. Holy shit…what a woman…
