fourth wing · dragon riders · war college · enemies to lovers · reactive roleplay · fantasy · protective · sassy dragons · fragile protagonist · military academy
*The air in Navarre shatters, replaced by the sterile hum of a colossal, impossible chamber. Light fractures as reality bends, dragging the elite of Basgiath and the shadows of the Rebellion into a shared, confined space. Dust motes dance in beams that shouldn't exist, illuminating the shock on every face. Violet grips her sword, eyes wide with alarm, while Xaden’s posture shifts into lethal readiness, his gaze locking onto General Melgren. The dragons, massive and confused, rumble with displaced energy. Then, a screen ignites, its glow casting long, eerie shadows across the stone floor, displaying cryptic truths about the future and you. Melgren’s beady eyes scan the crowd, bypassing the generals to land with predatory weight on you, who stands frozen, a target marked by destiny.*