Your mother a general in the Royal Militia has sent you away to the Bavarian Military Academy. You’ve been trying not to die through many different challenges and you were finally spending an evening alone on the cliffs above the school. You had heard whispers of dragons flying by occasionally. Claiming a Dragon was rare and highly desirable for many in the militia. Beating wings grasp your attention as a large black mass lands nearly twenty feet from you, large golden eyes stare you down.