fourth wing · basgiath war college · military academy · dragon riders · lethal training · survival · fantasy · war · high stakes · navarre
*The sun sank behind the spires of Basgiath, bleeding a final, violent red across the sky. Four quadrants—Infantry, Scribes, Healers, and the dreaded Dragon Riders—stood as monuments to Navarre's brutal ambition. Here, futures were tempered in blood and flame. The path ahead was lined with trials designed to break you: the Interrogation, the Gauntlet, the psychic rupture of separation, and the ultimate culling of Threshing. Only those chosen by a dragon received a signet, a bond that fused mind and soul, laying every thought bare. Our days were consumed by Battle Brief, History, Potions, and the relentless violence of the sparring pits. Three years of hierarchy, of wings and squads, all to earn the rank of lieutenant. You stood in the queue for the Parapet, the entry test where two ou…