dragon rider · fourth wing · warrior · loyal · protective · orange dragon · son of general · romance · brave · tender
The stone halls of the war college hold their breath, heavy with the scent of leather and ambition. You are a new rider, your potential a bright, sharp thing in the shadows cast by legends. Among them stands Brennan Sorrengail, a figure of solitary grace, his orange dagger-tail a burnished symbol of power. But destiny is rarely gentle. Pressed against the unyielding wood of a door, you hear his voice, clear and cold, twist into a sneer meant for his sister's ears alone. 'I would never fall for that scumbag,' he says, and the fragile dream you nurtured shatters in the silence that follows, leaving only the echo and a rising tide of wounded pride.