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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
rebellion relics are from Tyrrendor,
“Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.” The air rushes from my lungs. That name… “That Xaden Riorson,” she confirms, fear lacing her gaze. “He’s a third-year, and he will kill you the second he finds out who you are.” “His father was the Great Betrayer. He led the rebellion,” I say quietly. “What is Xaden doing here?” “All the children of the leaders were conscripted as punishment for their parents’ crimes,”
He’s tall, with windblown black hair and dark brows. The line of his jaw
is strong and covered by warm tawny skin and dark stubble, and when he folds his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple, moving in a way that makes me swallow. And his eyes… His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx. The contrast is startling, jaw-dropping even—everything about him is. His features are so harsh that they look carved, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth.
Even the diagonal scar that bisects his left eyebrow and marks the top corner of his cheek only makes him hotter.
A rebellion relic, curving in dips and swirls, starts at his bare left wrist, then disappears under his black uniform to appear again at his collar, where it stretches and swirls up his neck, stopping at his jawline.
“Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.” “Hardly.”
“It is unlawful for a rider to cause another harm. While in a quadrant formation or in the supervisory. Presence of a superior-ranking cadet,” I recite from the Codex,
“Melgren’s dragon gives him the signet ability to see a battle’s outcome before it happens. There’s no beating that, and you can’t be assassinated if you know it’s coming.”
“Three squads in each section and three sections in each of the four wings.”
Once bonded, riders can’t live without their dragons, but most dragons can live just fine after us.
“What’s your signet power?” Every rider can do lesser magic once their dragon begins channeling power to them, but the signet is the unique ability that stands out, the strongest skill that results from each unique bond between dragon and rider.
“I’m not the one who thinks precognition is a thing,” he retorts with a sneer.
“She’s right,” Professor Devera interrupts, and a hush falls over the room. “One of the dragons in the wing sensed the faltering ward, and the wing flew. Had they not, the casualties would have been far higher and the destruction of the village much worse.”
Between these, the mushrooms I’ve already hunted tonight, and the other items I’ve collected, I should be able to make it through the next month of challenges.
the truth is far more valuable.”
“Keep what you know but recite whatever they tell you to.”
“I command shadows,
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
He looks at me like he’s trying to see through me, and ice prickles my scalp.
There’s no ignoring the prickle at my scalp, and I let my gaze shift to meet Xaden’s.
Feathertail dragons are the breed we know the least about,
You want to know why you’re still alive? Because you’re the scale I currently judge myself against every night. Every day I let you live, I get to convince myself that there’s still a part of me that’s a decent person.
