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Burning Embers

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The Kingdom of Ederia is famed for a lot of things, attaining high praise from all those that look upon her. However, there is one thing Ederia is most renowned for: Dragon Riders. The only Kingdom to have come up with a way to tame the legendary beasts, to ride upon their backs as one. It has been like this for decades, perhaps even centuries, few really know. And, together in harmony, Dragons and Humans have lived, creating a proserpous nation.

The Dragon Academy of Ederia is like none other, literally there are no others known to the world. A place where young students who have been lucky enough to be chosen by their dragons go to learn to become the most revered role in all of Ederia: Dragon Riders. Few are selected, as dragons are known to be an entirely selective species, but those who are chosen must learn quickly, and that is where the Academy comes in. Exerpienced riders teach the fledgling riders and their dragons how to work together as one, as well as everything the youths will need to know about dragons and what they are up against in the world.

It sounds like a beautiful, wonderful place, right?

Too bad all good things must come to an end.

Jealous nations, wanting to claim the glory for themselves and bring down Ederia have set their sights on destroying the Academy. It was only a matter of time before the succeeded too. One night, the forces of another Kingdom infilitrated the Kingdom, intent on burning it all. And they did. The Academy was destroyed, the cities burned, and it's occupants, the ones who tried to resist and fight back, were slaughtered. In hopes of preserving a little bit of their legacy so that hope would remain, the Leaders of Ederia and the Dragon Riders commanded the students to flee, to survive, to learn.

As the battle raged on for Ederia, the students fled, looking back on the carnage behind them, hoping that one day they could come back and restore their beloved Kingdom.



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Geneviève Ophelia-Odette Caballero

Spectator (?) / Future Dragon Rider | Female | Mentions: Ana-Lucia, Syvne

It had been a week since she had left the Valley. She remembers her disappointment immensely, how she felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces at not being chosen. Oh, she was excited for her sister - at least someone in the family would continue the tradition of being a rider. It just wasn't them together and that felt so weird to her. She knew there was a chance she wouldn't be chosen but she still had gotten her hopes up, especially at seeing her sister get paired with such a magnificent Ice Dragon. Geneviéve looked to the sky a bit of a forlorn expression on her face as she faintly raised a hand as if to touch it herself. She could only imagine how free her sister was going to be riding up there - high in the blue sky, laughing as the wind rippled through her hair. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she lowered her hand, it was a pity she wouldn't be there beside her sister in the sky to share this joyous occasion but she was content to be on the sidelines - watching as her sister shone.

The young woman had gotten up early to make it to the Valley on time. She hair her hair up in a bun with a simple yet elegant braid on the side - she sported a frilly white blouse and form fitting black pants with black riding boots. A simple silver chain necklace hung around her neck and she wore dangling silver earrings . A simple yet effective outfit - the crowd was quite large and she feared that she wouldn't be able to make out her sister in the sea of people. But soon she spotted her sister - and a soft smile crossed her face as she fondly look at the girl. She could only imagine what stories she already had. Hopefully she'd write soon.

" Ana-Lucia! " she said calling her sister's full name to get her attention, and once she did she waved at her sister and sent her a thumbs up of encouragement. She knew her sister would do well - and she had full faith and confidence in her.

She was greatful to see that her sister had a dragon that seemed fo be keeping a watchful eye out for her. At least she knew she'd be safe with a dragon on her side. And she made it a point to look at the other arriving riders with their dragons. And a pang of jealousy and envy hit her - they had been chosen and she wasn't, they were the future Riders of the Kingdom and she wasn't. She could hear her parents voices now as they had been severely disappointed in her for not being selected, especially since she was the eldest daughter , so now she was a disappointments. Of course Ana didn't know about this and she wouldn't tell her dear sister. Today, it was about watching her sister complete her First Ride. She was a little bit in front of the masses just a little ways off where she could be easier to see.

Aether - Air Dragon - Male - 190 - Mentions: Percival, other dragon riders (indirect), other dragons (indirect)


It was a good day for flying.

That was what the dragon was thinking, with a head tipped up towards the morning sky; no harsh winds to make it difficult to maintain a semblance of balance in the air, nor was the day motionless, with a gentle breeze flowing through the clearing. The clouds were few and did not hold promises of rainfall and storms. The temperature was mild, not too cold and not too hot; as most spring mornings are, warming up but not into the heat of the summer, and the sharp bite of the fall and winter would not be present for quite a few months now.

A good day for flying, in his opinion.

Especially when there was a human on his back.

With that thought, the creature arched his long neck and tilted his head down towards the human. His rider. A young man that appearance-wise, brought to mind the sun; and height-wise, was shorter by at least a good three feet, and therefore in his mind, quite short, was tall by human standards. A faint smile was on his face as he glanced at him, but his eyes betrayed him; anxiety, doubt he saw in those blue eyes. And he honestly didn't know how to reassure Percival other than proving that he truly did want him as his rider.

But the kid would still have to prove himself.

And he had no doubts that he would manage to hang on.

After all, he and the fellow dragons had saddles; he had heard once, that long ago, the newly chosen riders had to endure the First Flight without the aid of them. Had to cling to scales and spikes and whatever else as the dragons lifted off. Now that, sounded like it would have had disastrous results.

The pale dragon shook his head slightly to clear the gruesome images flashing behind his eyes and thoughts suddenly occupying his head, breaking eye contact with Percival, making a low grumbling sound in the back of his throat as he did so. Shifting slightly, he still wasn't used to the feeling on the saddle. It flet strange, restrictive, although logically, he knew that it wasn't restricting any movement; but it was a hard sensation to ignore. Perhaps he'd get more accustomed to it later, once he had had it on more. His tail subtly curled around the feet of the human, loose but still less than an inch from his feet, as if saying in his more calmer manner, that he was his rider, as a quiet reassurance to the young man; and he kept looking around the valley at the other dragons and their riders, narrowing his eyes at a dragon who came a little too near for his liking, his more or less newfound protective instincts almost driving him to snarl at any who got too close.

And while Aether seemed calm on the outside, inside, it was another matter. Excitement, eagerness for the thing to begin was predominant, that familiar jittery feeling -the good kind- that came in anticipation of something to come. It made him want to move; to flick his tail; or to unfurl his silver edged wings. But he remained still, biting back the more negative emotions as well; little whispers in the back of his mind, what if his rider fell and he couldn't reach him? What if he accidentally flung the human into something, or someone, humans were fragile, even to air dragons. What if- what if- what if was circling in his mind, combating the excitement and the feeling that they both would do just fine in the Flight. But those fears wouldn't be gone until they had completed this test.

A chittering noise escaped him, worried in tone, and something about it gave the impression that it was like a human muttering to themself. Then he lifted his head higher, still watching his surroundings, and glancing down at Percival in between watching the others; extending his wing outwards slightly, the one that his rider was on the side of, so that it slightly covered his smaller form protectively.