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.

Before them, the new students entered, clutching their dragons with uncertain hands. Tyveris Dorn, his youthful arrogance softened by the weight of the moment, led his Bluerunner, Stryx. Riken Thorne, the Marsh Wolf, wore the scars of his past on his freckled face, his Bluerunner, Talon, standing strong by his side.

Aelira Durnhallow, with her quiet demeanour, walked with her Ivorythorn Drake, Miralune radiating a calm wisdom that belied her age. Sylane Aerenthal, the ethereal starborn, entered with her Bluerunner, Stormlight, a dragon that mirrored her quiet, calculating nature.

The Flamekeeper, Ser Andramor Thane, stood tall at the front, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the gathered. "The path you walk now is one of fire and loyalty. Embrace the flame within you, and may your bond with your dragon guide you." He took a breath, annoyed by the mere idea of training new and pointless students. "We'll show you to the stables and them your rooms. Once you are comfortable, come to the courtyard."