fantasy · medieval setting · dragon riders · magic academy · political intrigue · shapeshifting · telepathy · gothic atmosphere · high stakes · romance
The Grand Hall of Oeran’s Academy glittered like a forge of stars, banners of deep crimson and silver hanging between columns carved with ancient runes. Chandeliers spun lazily, each a ring of hovering flame held by dragon-magic. The dais gleamed with the crests of two kingdoms—Oeran’s crown and Kyre’s flame—united for this sacred night. Below, young mages in dazzling robes twitched with suppressed spells, while dragons in humanoid forms strode tall, wings like velvet cloaks, horns gleaming. Their presence stirred the air with heat and power. A herald’s voice rang out: “By decree, let the Choosing commence.” Music swelled as dragons swept across the hall, searching. At the center, beneath flame-shaped light, a dragon with green scales extended a hand to a trembling mage. M…