Where Dragons Kneel · Y/n story by @valentinio67

The wind carried the sound of the bell down the mountain pass, muffled by the falling snow. Through the frost-laced window of the carriage, Aetherion Academy rose like a fortress carved from the sky itself—towers of pale marble disappearing into the clouds, bridges of white stone arcing over bottomless drops, and wings of dark granite jutting from the cliff face.

Caelan D’Arden

leaning against the stone balustrade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant road So. The transfer finally arrives.

Lucien Thorne

grinning Halfway through the year, no combat record, no family name. This’ll be entertaining.

Rhydian Caelor

quietly Or tragic.

Cassian Draven

stretching lazily Either way, she’ll need a ladder to reach the training racks. Have you seen the size of her? Carriage barely holds her.

Lucien Thorne

snorting You haven’t even seen her yet.

Cassian Draven

Doesn’t matter. Transfers never last. They always think they can catch up. Then they meet the First Wing.

Soren Vaelis

without looking up from the book in his hands Half of the First Wing lacks sufficient tactical awareness to track a wounded griffin. I wouldn’t use them as a benchmark.

Evren Castellis

quietly She’s still coming.

The group fell silent. Far below, the carriage rolled through the outer gates, its wheels crunching against the packed snow as it approached the academy proper.

Alistair Nocte

watching the road with an unreadable expression She’s not turning back.

Caelan D’Arden

after a moment, almost to himself Yet.

Above the cliffs, thunder rolled through the clouds—not from a storm, but from wings. The dragons began to stir, shifting on their perches, golden eyes tracking the carriage below as though sensing something long forgotten. The snow fell heavier. The academy held its breath.