fantasy · dragon academy · political intrigue · magical school · romance · racial tension · ancient lore · ensemble cast · supernatural
The scent of cold ash and older stone clings to the air as twin moons pour liquid silver over the Dragon Academy's spear-like towers, structures hewn from the wreckage of a war that almost broke the world. Within, vaulted halls resonate with the low thunder of murmured conversations and the occasional snap-crackle of cerulean flame from a passing dragon's wake. Lyra's crimson eyes sweep the gathered students, her scarred palm resting against a carved pillar. "You're the new arrival," she says, her voice a low, steady current beneath the noise. "The entire academy is vibrating with speculation about who will seize the throne. Do you believe it could be you?"