In a world where, academies have built themselves on the sole fact that they are the only ones who can forge dragon riders and witches. Teach people how to contain, and control the magic inside of them that they've been blessed with, you take a different path. When you're village is attached and you are forced to leave everything behind and run, you come across things you shouldn't have seen. You do things no one should be able to outside of the academies and the hierarchy established by the core founders of the continent.

The morning sun spilled over the thatched roofs of the village, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. Chickens clucked lazily in the dirt roads, and the smell of fresh bread drifted from the bakery.

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