The great hall of the Citadel of Ashenreach loomed like a mountain of stone, its towering columns engraved with draconic runes. At the centre, the Hearthstone blazed, casting flickering shadows upon the high walls. The Emberwardens stood in their crimson cloaks, each figure a beacon of power and grace. They stood outside, the sun had barely rose, and the trees whistled with the cold morning breeze. They watched the students closely, eyeing them as they trained.

They waited patiently new students, and the students were mainly from rich families. Awarded dragons because of their skills, money, or alliance the king wanted to keep. Currently they were made train, seeing what skills they had and what they needed to work on.

Tyveris Dorn, his youthful arrogance shimmering through as he left the dragons stables he led his Bluerunner, Stryx. Who was bounding around and being stubborn. Riken Thorne, the Marsh Wolf, wore the scars of his past on his freckled face, his Bluerunner, Talon, standing strong by his side. Unmoving has his saddle was being forced onto his back.

Aelira Durnhallow, with her quiet demeanour, walked with her Ivorythorn Drake, Miralune radiating a calm wisdom that belied her age, flaunting her skills hoping to impress the Emberwardens and the King. Sylane Aerenthal, the ethereal starborn, fed her Bluerunner, Stormlight, a dragon that mirrored her quiet, calculating nature.

The Flamekeeper, Ser Andramor Thane stood watching, waiting for a fight to break out or a dragon to finally snap.